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❝ fortnight ❞

A/N: have y'all heard TTPD yet? This chapter was already mostly written but hearing Fortnight featuring Post Malone heavily influenced the rest of it. Can't wait to see if the Swifties can point out the references. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv previous chapter

─⋆♡ chapter summary: Michael and Liberty go on a date. well, sort of.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!OC, Rome Flynn x Fem!OC, Damson Idris x Fem!OC. Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: obsession, stalking, eating disorder, angst, 18+ black!writer, language, blood (mentioned), alcohol (mentioned), torture (mentioned), hostages (mentioned), threatening (more like some warnings but that's subjective), weapons (mentioned), physical descriptors (brief discussion about being black in america and body descriptors), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression, lmk if i missed something.

series masterlist ✰ faceclaims ✰ libby's cabinet ✰ spotify playlist word count: 5.7k ⋆

Michael

The deep vibration on my watch jolts me awake letting me know the guard’s shift change is in progress. My surroundings immediately catch me off guard. The faint morning light shines through the sheer curtains and the smell of vanilla wafts through the room. My entire body is sore and I groan at the shooting pain in my knuckles when I adjust my arm to check my notifications. I should’ve taken some painkillers before smashing my fists into that dick’s face.

Surprisingly, my watch isn't on fire with messages. I sigh and let my arm fall back onto the bed, maybe a little too hard, because Liberty’s warm body shifts next to me. She rolls over until she’s facing me, getting comfortable on my bicep. Her breathing remains slow and even, letting me know she’s still fast asleep.

I take the time to memorize every detail of her face. It’d be a miracle if she ever let me this close to her again unless she’s under duress.

It’s not as if I don’t already know everything about her. I know what she’s allergic to, every broken bone she’s ever had, and every person who’s had the pleasure of fucking her. And that’s not just because I’ve been assigned to her in exchange for my freedom.

Ever since her picture floated across the metal table on the 30th day of my torture in the same basement we had been in last night, I became obsessed with her. They trained me like a dog, only feeding me and allowing me to rest when they were telling me controlled information about her.

The name ‘Liberty Washington’ became my beacon of light but remained a subconscious part of my original makeup. The one that reminded me that she is my prison. But my obsession with her continued when they released me. Since they only showed me the photo of her once, I used all the resources available to me to obtain the information they hadn’t given me.

If I were trapped by a 20-year-old for 4 years, I would know how she presented herself to the world.

My eyes wander down from her forehead to her chin, categorizing every part of her warm smooth skin. Her doe-eyes are softly shut and her long lashes splay out against her high cheekbones. She exhales a light sigh from her plum-colored lips and I fight the desire to wake her with a kiss.

She is by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. No one can hold a candle to her, even when she’s asleep and isn’t trying. I attempt to smooth the mess of hair secured on top of her head with bobby pins, but all I’m left with is a sticky substance on my palm.

My touch wanders down to her cheek, caressing her face with the back of my hand. Her breathing hitches momentarily before her eyelids begin fluttering. She hums, nuzzling into my skin. “Mmm that tickles,” she complains.

Shit. She doesn’t want me touching her and I can’t touch her. She doesn’t even want me in her bed. I silently scold myself again for waking her after the traumatic night she had last night. “My bad,” I apologize, removing my hand from her face.

Her eyes snap open as she reaches out, grabbing my wrist. “No, don’t stop,” she whimpers with a scratchy voice.

I untangle our bodies and by the look on her face, I think she knows I won’t return to the action. Instead, I carefully untangle our bodies to slide out of her bed. “Go back to sleep, I need to shower,” I advise her.

She frowns before saying, “I don’t–”

“Don’t argue with me that you don’t need sleep. Those drugs may be out of your system but you're in withdrawal,” I cut her off, scolding her.

She opens her mouth to rebuttal but a shiver runs through her body like a wave. “And by the looks of it, shock. Fuck,” I grumble, pulling the covers up to tuck her into the bed. “I need to get to Jo before she gets to you,” I tell her, knowing that Jo will take one look at her and flip out.

As if I’ve jinxed it, the door to Libby’s room smacks against the wall. Jo barges in with her heels clicking against the floor with every step. Her displeased disposition emanates through the room when she simply states, “We need to have a conversation.”

So much for Liberty resting. “About what?” Liberty questions, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

Jo’s eyes flicker back and forth between me and Liberty. “Well now that I see your assigned agent half naked in your bed, we may need to have two conversations,” she snips. The cool air on my skin is enough to determine what she’s irate about.

Liberty groans, sitting up from where she was lying beneath me just moments ago. “We didn’t do anything,” she defends.

“It doesn’t matter. Agent Jordan, need I remind you of your contract? You are only permitted to touch Liberty in cases of emergency. If I report this to her mother, you can kiss your freedom goodbye,” Jo warns. I figured she’d be the first to rat us out if I ever pursued Liberty since she’s always up her ass.

I take that as a cue to get the fuck out of the bed and I take it, standing from the cool sheets. Liberty scrambles to the edge of the bed, swinging her feet over the edge. I glower at her in warning and she pauses, her toes hovering just above the ground. “No, Jo. Please don’t,” she attempts to plead despite me grounding her to her bed.

Displeasure covers Jo’s face and she turns around when all three of us sense shuffling in the living room. Jo shoos Liberty’s dressing crew away, shutting the door in their faces.

She groans into the wood, “Oh fuck, Libby. Please don’t tell me you’ve become a love-sick idiot in three days. You have a job to do,” and it sounds like a prayer more than a statement.

The air is sucked out of the room and Liberty quickly covers. “No, I didn’t. I just asked him to keep me company last night when I was drunk. It wasn’t his fault.

When I hear her words, I can’t help but feel something tingling in my stomach. What the fuck is that? Disappointment? No. Rejection? Who fucking knows.

“Michael, is that true?” Jo asks me to confirm Liberty’s accounts, bringing me back to the present.

Liberty’s deep brown iris connects with mine, silently pleading with me to keep the full details of last night under wraps. I return my attention to Jo, nodding with my lips pressed together.

Jo squints at the two of us and I can practically feel her scanning my soul for deception. Her face eventually softens and she sighs. “Why were you even drinking?” she questions Liberty.

“Because it was a Friday night and the gi–” Liberty starts before I cut her off by clearing my throat. The more she talks about last night, the more we’ll have to change the little details.

“How old are you, Libby?” Jo cuts the President’s daughter off.

“20,” she murmurs and I’m reminded of the immaturity that comes with her age.

Jo follows up immediately with, “And how old do you have to be to drink in the United States?”

“21, but,” she says and I can feel the excuse coming.

So can Jo because she stops her from continuing. “But, nothing. Do you see these pictures, Libby?”

“What about them?” Liberty counters.

“What about them? What about them?!” Jo’s voice raises with every passing second. She reaches into her bag pulling out a stack of newspapers. “Liberty Washington, you are the second black first family in this white house. So you already know you’ll be scrutinized more than former president’s daughters,” she rants, throwing the landfield into Liberty’s lap. “I don’t care if someone hands you a ton-sized bottle of champagne, you do not take it before you turn 21.”

Libby thumbs through the tabloids and I watch as the color drains from her face. She looks up at me and I truthfully have nothing to say to comfort her. This is the outcome of hanging out with those rich ass white girls. I shrug and she frowns, seemingly displeased with my lack of response.

Liberty sighs, removing the pictures from her lap and setting them aside. “Okay, I’m sorry,” she apologizes.

Jo’s face softens and she takes a step forward. “You know I don’t care, but the public does. Now we need to do damage control,” she tells her, sitting next to her on the bed.

“What type of damage control?” Liberty follows up.

“The type of damage control that does not present a hung-over, first daughter,” Jo informs her. She points between the two of us adding, “You two are going out.”

“Out? Where?” Liberty parrots.

Jo sighs standing from the bed. “Lunch. Somewhere well-lit where you can be photographed looking perfectly healthy and not looking like you just escaped death.” She begins typing on her phone and I assume she’s pulling up the closest approved restaurants in the area.

“Go shower,” Jo commands me and I nod, moving to exit from the room.

“I know Harry and Rowan are attached at the hip right now, but it’s worth a shot reaching out to them. Maybe we can fly them out to support you,” I hear Jo advise Liberty and my ears perk up.

“No. They’ve got enough going on right now,” Liberty replies and I glance behind me with confusion.

Who the fuck are Harry and Rowan. Those sound like masculine names and they did not come up on my search. How the fuck are they connected to Liberty. My Liberty. And how quickly can I find out everything I know about them?

The moment we stepped out of the car at the Italian restaurant 30 minutes ago, we got swarmed with cameras. The shuttering sound hasn’t stopped ringing out and I’m consistently triggered. The sound of photos being snapped sounds oddly similar to a knife being sharpened. My upper back carried a ton of weight when I quickly jogged over to Libby’s side of the car to let her out.

When slid out, black heels first accentuating how short her skirt was, a low growl bubbled to the surface. My instinct was to push Libby behind me to hide her but that wasn’t possible. We have one job today. To get her seen looking perfectly fine.

Now, I watch meticulously as Libby swirls the fork in the pasta dish on the patio, bringing another bite up to her lips. The lunch has been mostly silent; she gives me flirty glances and I return them with glares.

In flickering moments, I find myself feeling guilty for the way I’m treating her. How I’m keeping her at arm's length so she doesn’t learn the full truth. It’s fucked up that the person I want the most is sitting within grasp, but touching her means giving up my breath.

She’ll hate me if I tell her the truth about the deal and my obsession with her that came with it. She’ll hate me if I tell her I can’t be with her because touching her means my death follows swiftly. I can’t win.

I swallow thickly as Libby’s leg drags up the inside of my leg. My gaze lowers on hers and I feel a growl coming forward, “Lib, the fucking cameras.”

I knew this was a bad idea. As soon as I saw the date-like table placement, I should’ve requested we be moved. She bats her eyelashes and my jaw clenches. Those siren eyes alone could send any untrained agent into a spiral. Her charisma and confidence would’ve made her a shoo-in, in a different life.

“What? They couldn’t see that. And besides, I asked you a question, I was just trying to get your attention,” she manipulates the situation flawlessly so it’s impossible to be mad at her. Aside from the straggling tourists sitting at the nearby tables, the Italian restaurant is empty. Suddenly I feel even more guilty for forcing her to only chat with me.

I hold her gaze as I take a sip of water. “You have it, Lib. Always. What did you ask?”

She licks her glossed lips and I want to grab her throat and taste her tongue for myself. “Wanna play 21 questions?” asks suggests.

My brain races with how negatively this could go. She could ask me anything and I know I wouldn’t be able to lie to her. Not because I was trained to see her as my savior, but out of respect. She deserves to know how she’s being used if she’s curious about it.

“Oh come on. I’m not going to ask you anything groundbreaking like the codes to the torture room,” she jokes and I tense. “I just want to know you a bit better,” she continues.

My mouth unconsciously counters with, “You know me already through the file Mommy dearest gave you.”

“I want to know what’s between the pages. Tell me something the government doesn’t know, Michael.”

Her tone is tempting as she leans closer to me, causing her breasts to practically spill out of her top. Against my better judgment, I survey my surroundings. A couple of sleaze bags stare a hole through Libby’s chest and I attempt to shove my irrational self away. “I’ll tell you whatever you want once you sit the fuck up,” the deep grumble slips.

Libby smirks, leaning back into her chair. Her fingers dance on her jacket, pulling it tight around her midsection. “Better?” she tests.

The urge to roll my eyes is intense but I nod, giving her confirmation. I shift in my seat, awaiting her first question when she blurts, “Okay, let me think…Oh, I know! What’s your favorite song?”

“That's your first question?” I ask slightly baffled. I expected her to come out of the gate swinging.

She giggles, and at that moment, I decide that it’s my favorite sound. “Well I knew you weren’t going to answer anything about my parents so I went with that,” she confesses.

The watch on my wrist flashes a bright light into her eyes and I adjust it when I see her squinting. “That’s a simple one, Lib. You just wasted a question. Sweet Sticky Thing by Ohio Players.”

I watch her as she processes the information, confusion washing over her face. “What’s a Sweet Sticky Thing?”

“Is that one of your questions?” I counter.

She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. “Good, it’s my turn,” I add.

A soft chuckle leaves her lips and I can’t help but smile. “Go off, king,” she directs me to proceed and I snort.

My brain mentally combs through her file. I know she wants to be a teacher, but I can’t fathom the reasoning behind being around snotty-nosed kids all day. She’d be good at it, though. Her bubbly aura is perfect for playtime while her stern demeanor will ensure her students learn. “Why teaching?”

I study her body as she looks heaven-forward like the answer is above her. “So I can go teach in a country where nobody knows who I am and I have no significant value to the people. It’s my ‘out’,” she tells me with air quotes around the final word once she’s found the answer.

I pop a piece of breadstick into my mouth, responding with a hum. The fluffy substance takes me a bit to chew, giving her the perfect opportunity to ask, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Black.”

She squints at me and her face scrunches with disgust. “Do you enjoy being absolutely predictable?”

My brows furrow, matching her facial expression. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I dig.

“Every man’s favorite color is black. You couldn’t have picked something unique like tangerine or gunmetal?” She scoffs like she’s bored with my response.

My arms slide together to cross, feeling instantly defensive. “I didn’t know my answers had to fit in with your idea of me, Lib,” I say.

She seems to notice my guarded body language, reaching across the table to grab my arm. The contrast of her cold hand against my skin sends sparks to my brain. At that moment, we both hear the shutter roll of a camera, presumably nearby.

She jerks slightly, but I make no move to acknowledge their presence. It’s what we’re here for, after all. “No, you’re right. I’m sorry. Black is a great color. Suits you,” she stammers over herself.

Although I don’t uncross my arms, my upper body loosens up a bit as she returns to her sitting position. I chastise myself for wishing I could touch her; my head filled with all the things I would do with her. And that moment she made that joke over a fucking color, I wanted to bend her over my knee.

But I couldn’t.

She could take all of me, piece by piece. And it looks like she’s going to.

My craving to change the subject causes me to blurt out, “So since mine is so boring, what’s yours?”

“Tiffany blue. Can’t you tell?” she asks, gesturing to her long-sleeved shirt.

“Didn’t notice,” I lie.

I had noticed. In every picture I’d seen her in, she had some type of blue accessory. Her dress was the same color Friday night. And now, she’s a tight tweed dress with soft teal thread on the edges. I’ve counted nearly every stitching by now.

She licks her lips, eyes darting to her lap. Her whole body language shifts downwards with insecurity. Like she’s trying to hide her perfect face from me. “Well then,” she grumbles, obviously irritated.

Fuck. The last thing I ever want to do is make her feel like shit. “What’s your favorite animal?” I ask her, trying to get her mind off my previous statement.

Her eyes narrow and she nips, “It’s not your turn.”

“Well fine, you go,” I direct pointedly.

“What happened last night?” she asks.

My neck rolls with discomfort. “What part?” I ask.

A flash of sadness coats her brandy irises. “All of it? Start from the alleyway.”

I inhale sharply before sighing, “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you, Lib. I don’t remember anything between knowing you were okay and seeing you half-naked in the basement.”

“That’s okay, we can fill in the gaps,” she shrugs as if it’s that easy. When I black out, I don’t remember anything, Liberty.

Hesitation overtakes my brain and I search her face and body for the truth. She’s slightly leaning forward with interest but she still looks a bit upset. Maybe this will help her. “When you passed out, I picked you up and carried you to the car. Called Damson on the way back in to get your fucking friends. Meredith is the only one who came back with me so I shoved her in the back seat with you. Told her to make herself useful and hold your hair while I shoved my fingers down your throat,” I rant.

I pause when she picks up her fork and it makes a clanking noise. “Keep going,” she commands.

So, I press on. “On the way back, I coaxed her into telling me about every person she knew. Then I told her the situation and told her to keep her mouth shut. I knew how to take care of the situation and I didn’t want her in it.”

Liberty starts nodding like she’s processing the information. “And then you took off,” she theorizes.

“No. I had Damson meet me by the front and get you checked out by the doctor. They said you just needed sleep so he put you and Meredith to bed,” I tell her, though I leave the part out about screaming in Damson’s ear the entire time to keep his shit together and take care of her. I wouldn’t have moved forward with picking them up if mine wasn’t okay.

Her nose scrunches. “While you went and got Vanessa and Teddy,” she hits the jackpot.

“I’d assume so,” I confirm.

She stares at me dead on and I feel my jaw clench. My heart begins to pound in my chest anticipating her next words. “Okay,” she utters after what feels like forever.

She begins swirling her fork into her past dish, prepping for another bite. My brows knit and my body doesn’t untense. “Okay?” I parrot. I was half expecting her to rip me a new asshole for my behavior.

She nods, looking over towards the hoard of paparazzi. The flashes are almost blinding as they take advantage of the perfect angle. When her face returns to my direction she nonchalantly adds, “Yeah. I don’t feel the need to know much beyond that. They’re both dicks.”

My brows raise in surprise and I feel myself slowly starting to agree with her. I could’ve done much worse. I wanted to do much worse. But, she stopped me and isn’t harping on it. “Touché,” I respond.

She smirks, bringing the prepared pasta toward her captivating face that I detailed just this morning. “Your turn,” she says before gracefully taking the bite.

My brows crease and I ask, “We’re still playing?”

“Yeah, I mean, we still need to be here for another 10 minutes. Might as well get to know each other,” she explains.

The point is I already know everything about you, Liberty. Maybe not the Rowan and Harry parts, but I’ll find out soon enough.

“What question don’t you want me to ask?” I question genuinely. Not only because I don’t want to piss her off, but because I can just find out without her knowing.

She blinks rapidly as if she’s trying to determine if I’m being sarcastic. After a couple of beats, she responds, “Don’t ask about my dreams.”

Why the fuck would I want to know about her subconscious. I only need to know the substantial things about her. My eyes to the crowd that hasn’t disapparated and grumble at her answer with irritation, “Okay, I won’t. Ever.”

When I return my attention to Liberty, she looks like she’s about to cry. Tears brim her eyes and it triggers a reaction in me I didn’t know I possessed. I feel confused by the urge to hunt whoever hurt her, but a wave of guilt knowing I might be the cause of her tears. “Why do you hate me so much?” she whimpers.

My hand goes up to scratch the scruff on my chin. “Look, I’m sorry for that—”

“It’s not that. I know we’re still getting to know each other and it’s only been a few days. But, you hate my guts,” She silences me mid-sentence with a sob that leaves me reeling.

I shake my head, telling her, “I don’t hate you, Lib.” I grab the menu closest to me, putting it up by her face to shield her from view. With my other hand, I reach across the table, wiping the tears from where they’re prickling in the corners of her eyes. The cameras snap, but none catch the simple action shared between us.

What I feel for her is far from hate. My desire will have me forever sprinting towards her. Even when she does eventually marry another man, I’ll still be chained to her. I’ll want to kill every lover she has and even then, the feeling will only be temporary.

My love for her will ruin my life.

She chuckles, releasing a bit of spit flying from her lips. “Then what? Cause you sure as hell don’t like me.”

My chest becomes heaving with anxiety. I touched her for only a night and she’s already crumbling me until I eventually wither away to nothing. “Lib,” I mutter in warning.

She sniffles one last time before straightening her back. The dreaded noise of the cameras doesn't stop once she’s in view again. If anything they only get louder. “You know what I think? You didn’t expect to like me. You were comfortable loathing me because you are chained to me for four years. But then you met me and I’m not ugly. I’m fun, talented, smart as fuck, and that scares you,” she boasts boldly.

The air is knocked out of my chest and my jaw drops slightly. My mouth snaps shut when I realize it’s the one thing I can’t tell her. Her eyes flicker back and forth between mine and she presses on, “It scares you how perfect I’d be for you, or am I wrong?”

I swallow thickly, prepared to confess my feelings for her.

She is what I want. She is what I need.

She is the love of my life and I’m sure of it. It might be clouded by quiet treason and I’ve never felt love, but I’d bet my life on it. Everything I feel for aligns with the emotions I’ve mirrored from others. And I’m going to make her mine one way or another. I don’t care if I have to kill every potential heir, get her pregnant, or marry her to get what I want: her waking up next to me every morning.

I open my mouth to answer when Libby cuts in. “Shut up. Don’t answer that. I don’t think I could handle knowing,” she snips before checking her phone. She grabs it and stands from her seat, letting me know it’s time to go. When I join her to exit the restaurant, I’m still reeling.

The heat in my feet sears up my calves as I run to the beat in my gym.

I’ve come to learn that Liberty and I don’t talk about things, we exercise. If there’s nothing for us to do and we’re avoiding conversating, we’re sprinting right next to each other. We’re running longer than average tonight, cementing the tension between us. We both feel it, but her attempts to put distance between the two of us are futile.

Being someone’s shadow has never felt so isolating.

The sweat drips from my face and I pick up a towel to collect the perspiration. I scowl, deciding we both need a shower before eating. My finger flicks the switch on the machine, switching to a cool-down mode.

My head turns to look at Liberty while I begin slowly jogging. Her face doesn’t twitch and she remains looking at the white brick wall in front of her. When I wave, she glances at me for half a second, rolling her eyes before returning her attention to the wall.

Anger bubbles inside my body and I mentally incinerate myself for being upset by not getting attention from a fucking woman. So, she wants to ignore me? Two can play that game.

A few more minutes of my cool down go by before I completely turn the machine off. I slowly wipe my hands and step off the machine, grabbing my bottle of water.

As I take a sip, I glare at Liberty. She seemingly senses me staring and her head snaps in my direction. “I’m not stopping,” she grumbles.

“You need to eat,” I instruct. If she thinks I don’t know about her little eating disorder, she’s out of her mind. The others might not have picked up on it, but the signs have been evident over the past 3 days. She’s so stressed, she barely eats and she runs to process that stress. Every time she looks in the mirror, she seems disappointed, like what she sees doesn’t match herself.

She crying out for help and I’ve been the only one to notice. Maybe that’s the reason her parents got her a guard; someone to keep an eye on all the kids.

“And I’m not taking out my headphones for you to bark orders at me,” she raises her tone and her voice reverberates off the wall.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad. The growing semi in my pants doesn’t help considering I’m trying to get her to come with me in this situation, not argue with me.

I decide to take advantage of my desires this once, positioning myself directly next to her machine. Applying my dynamic balance skills, I step onto the edge of the treadmill. My left leg swings over to the other side of the belt until I’m standing still behind her with her running in front of me.

I exhale a deep breath before running through this plan. It’ll scare the shit out of her, but I’ll catch her.

“Liberty,” I husk lowly and she screams, tripping over her feet. My hands quickly grip her sides as she becomes dead weight, nearly falling face forward.

My thighs tingle in my squatting position, but she’s unharmed, so I let out a comfortable sign. She hovers right above the rapidly moving belt with her hands almost kissing it. Her extensions drag against the dirty material, giving me even more of an excuse to push her towards the shower.

My body doesn’t move, allowing her to internalize the fear of almost eating shit. Then, I slowly lift her, wrapping my hands around her waist until her back is pressed to my front. My legs swing over the belt once more until we’re both on the side of the machine, stepping down from the death contraption.

I swear I can feel her heart racing through her back as I grip her tightly, pressing my bulge into her. My nose inhales the delicious smell of her pheromones and I fight the impulse to taste her sweat.

I set her down on solid ground, prepping myself for the backlash before I remove my arms from around her waist. I decide to keep her close to me with my hands on her waist so she can’t hit me, limiting her to her tongue.

She slowly turns around to look at me, her cheeks a dark plum color. It’s clear she doesn't find the situation funny when she hits my chest with the palm of her hand. I look at her face and realize, I’ve unlocked a dragon.

She raises her voice to say, “Michael!” her voice cracks and she pauses out of breath. “What is your middle name?”

I smirk and look down at her. “Bakari, my lady. What’s yours?” I ask in return, hoping she’ll open up to me. After reading her file, I already know it. Including her most recent STI test, which is clean of course.

She ignores me, stomping over to the wall and yanking the plug out of the socket. She turns back to me with her siren eyes filled with fire. “Well, you know what? You can fuck off Michael Bakari Jordan. What the fuck is wrong with you? I could’ve fucking died. I was trying to get to know you and you fucked with me. From here on out, you can stick a baseball bat covered in nails up your fucking ass for all I care.”

She whips around with her back facing me, slowly dragging herself towards the door.

Damn. She used more F-bombs than I thought was even possible in one sentence.

I smirk and rush to stand in front of her, not wanting her to keep running away from me. This is only complicated because she’s making it hard for me. I want her, but I can’t have her because I can’t touch her. They’ll kill me if they find out but if she makes the first move, I’d be willing to risk it.

She doesn’t want to make the first move because she fears disappointing our country. And I have an inkling that she prefers aggressive men due to her ex history. It might also have to do with the dynamic of our relationship moving forward. All of the things I think about probably swirl around in her brain. Regardless, she still has to be the one to take that step.

My hands return to her sides, lightly gripping them. She shifts, snapping her thighs together but I can practically taste her wetness in the air from where I’m towering over her. There are no cameras in this room, so she is free to act irrationally, she just needs the perfect trigger.

I step forward, uncomfortably craning my neck. My head is directly above hers and her eyes widen from what I assume is our proximity. “You need to stay healthy. Don’t do that to me, Lib. You can be mad at me, but you can’t not take care of yourself in avoidance of me. I will not control you, but I will not watch you disintegrate without being able to do anything about it,” I plead for her to internalize my words.

This is the most vulnerable I’ve been with her about my feelings for her thus far, and I’m hoping she reads between the lines. The air between us crackles and my eyes search her face, awaiting her response. Her eyebrows momentarily stay scrunched before she slowly relaxes her face.

“You could’ve gone about that a better way,” she huffs, still breathless from running and the shock of falling.

My thumbs slip underneath her cropped tank top and I stroke her damp skin. “And I’m sorry for that. I’ll explore other methods of getting your attention later,” I attempt to hint at the things I want to do to her.

My eyes flicker down to her lips and her pink tongue pokes out to lick them. A low groan emits from my chest. That should be enough of a trigger. She should know that she’s fucking me in the head by refusing to jump in head first.

She glances down at my lips before whispering, “If I do this; if we do this, it stays here. I just need to know.”

My eyebrows raise and I ask, “Know what?”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “If it’s real,” she responds.

Her hands come into view, sandwiching my face between her hands. My blood rushes in my ears anticipating our lips touching. She closes slowly and starts to close the space between us and just before our lips touch, the door to the gym smacks the walls.

She jumps back, putting distance between us and my heart drops into my stomach. Dread rushes through my body and the reality of my decision hits me. If I turn to face the door and it’s not someone we can sweet talk, we’re both fucked.

As if we’re not fucked enough already.

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hauntingmesostunningly · 1 year

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marvel headcanons

weirdly specific headcanons for my favorite characters,

some traits may not align with canon or popular fan opinions. these are just my opinions, to each their own !!

!! TW: s/h , ptsd , disability , neurodivergence , anxiety , depression , alcohol

Gwen Stacy :

lesbian + non-binary

she/they

has a secret spider-girlfriend

obsessed with pop-tarts and tries them in every universe

spends her free time at the animal shelter petting dogs, the workers from many universes know her since they come by so often, and they always welcome her.

won’t admit it but secretly wants to be an english teacher when she grows up

Peter Parker :

trans ftm + bisexual

he/him

his parents are rich lawyers who travel a lot, so he’s always lived with his Aunt, May. doesn’t have contact with his birth parents

has social anxiety and a severe anxiety disorder

has a soft spot for dalmations

in the process of filing for a psychiatric service dog for his panic attacks

has adhd

Wanda Maximoff :

bisexual with a female preference

has a wife !!!

massive swiftie

has two twins and an adopted daughter

disability mom, billy has angelman syndrome and tommy has autism and epilepsy

in therapy to work on her trauma trigger responses ie. controllingness

has suffered with severe depression

loves loves loves dogs (has two goldendoodles, snowflake and rocky)

Yelena Belova :

queer woman

convert jew, found herself in the religion and found a community through a support group for, and run by, woman in her synagogue.

absolutely in love with Kate Bishop

very protective over kate and shows her off to everyone

has a ptsd service dog named sasha, who helps with her flashbacks

has struggled with s/h, but is in therapy and getting better

has a very sexual relationship with kate and everyone in the compound steers clear of the hallway where kate and yelena’s rooms are

Kate Bishop :

pansexual + demigirl

madly in love with Yelena Belova

super innocent but would do unholy things for her girlfriend

hates all dogs. except her dog, pizza-dog-lucky. lucky is different.

slight mommy issues

bottom asf , and a massive brat

super snarky but easily gets her feelings hurt

was homeschooled her whole life, and she never lost that childish energy

thinks her girlfriend’s protectiveness is cute, but loves to push against it to see yelena get all hot and bothered

always spends the holiday season with clint’s family (partially bec she loves them and partially to save on heating bills in the colder months)

spam posts every detail of her life on insta stories + makes mini-vlog reels 24/7

Natasha Romanoff :

demiromantic + unlabeled

hates labels, she likes who she likes end of story.

has a massive soft spot for cats, and has 3 of her own, Tumeric, Spots, and Dart.

has a massive unrequited crush on wanda

she’s labeled as the “bed-hopper” by her friends for her string of serial hookups after she left the redroom, but she wants nothing more than to settle down with a wife and even more cats.

top

big mommy issues and that usually comes across in her relationships, as she seeks out (sometimes older) people with nurturing qualities.

battled alcoholism during the dark days in the blip from losing her sister, but she has an amazing therapist and is now sober

Kamala Khan :

bisexual

she/they

really into tarot

best friends with America Chaves and has a small gay crush on her

constantly gets in trouble with teachers for being too loud and talking in class

has inattentive adhd and always forgets to take her meds

has a very popular carol danvers x fem reader fanfic on A03 that she hides from her parents but she always neglects her homework to make sure she updates regularly for her readers

loves tacos

has sensory issues and gets sensory overload breakdowns due to sound and this can trigger her powers to go haywire while she’s overstimulated

her family puts a lot of pressure on marriage but she just wants to live in a house with america and spend the rest of their lives together reading fanfic and rewatching avengers movies

she kissed america once and they never talked about it again, though they both have hinted at wanting to do it again.

#kamala khan #gwen stacy #marvel headcanons #spider gwen #ms marvel #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #peter parker #spiderman #trans spiderman #natasha romanoff #black widow #yelena belova #hawkeye #kate bishop #i actually made this wtf #part two will happen eventually

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chowaya · 11 months

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Monoma headcannons :

— as much as most people think it would be toxic with dating Monoma, they would be wrong. I can see complications but that's all settled if the chance to communicate and set boundaries was given and taken.

— forces you to watch the Lord of the rings franchise and the hobbit but still talks over the movie. ( probably to explain some heavy detailing and differences between the books )

— had a weird style phase, he finds it embarrassing but shoves it off by saying it was a needed canon event to develop such expertise and taste as him. So he finds ways to match your outfits even when your styling and aesthetic is different from each other.

— is more likely to have piercing than tattoos.

— has sticky notes all over his room that contain context from all sorts of quirks and the techniques to use them, mathematics formulas, history notes, lyrics or poems, favourite lines from books he's read or some incoherent affirmation that he's the hottest and the best.

— hated conflict as a child now, now he stirs all the pot that is available to him. And does he give a sht? Not really.

— popular among the girls because of his eyelashes. They're somewhat in love and jealous at the same thing.

— not a dog or cat person but a bugs and snake person. Had hyper fixations on moths and reptilians— he will talk to you about them if he trusts you enough to not make fun of him. But will elaborate with heavy detail if you find either of them disgusting or scary— just to annoy you.

— doesn't like gift giving that much. Prefers forms of affections from physical touch ( secretly ) , acts of service ( high on this) and lowkey quality time. He prefers giving words of affirmation rather than receiving only because he doesn't know how to react.

— but if gift giving is someone's love language who is he to give that person an opinion of his. He's not hellbent on hating it. Truly adores it if the gift is well thought through or handmade— he values the time and soul of others that put into it.

— finds waist beads, belly cabins and belly piercings hot.

— has this concept that pale skinned people and dark skinned people look best under moonlight while tan and brown skins look best under the sun.

— a Swiftie that relates to 🧺🩹🗝🧸🪞🌿 but prefers 🍾💫🫧🎟🥂📸 music

— also listens to chase Atlantic. A blonde arrogant mean cocky guy that we all would know would totally be a flirt? It fits.

— if he would get a tattoo of his significant other, he would get a tattoo of their eyes.

— wants love, affection and attention and receiving it without having the feeling that he asked for it.

— sucks at mobile games, he's not interested in them that much.

— he prefers to not be around children, he thinks he isn't so experienced or good with them but he's literally a toddler magnet. Especially the real ones who spout whatever they think and the ones who're extremely quiet and shy.

— has divorced parents and is thankful for that everyday.

— will let 1-B girls or his significant other do his makeup, much more prefers if it's natural and enhances his features but he doesn't mind douyin or k-beauty makeup. He likes the glitters but hates heavy matte looks.

— amazing time management and is always early to things. That's canon at this point.

— and last but not least, he's the most amazing, spectacular, outstanding, gorgeous, pretty, ethereal, intelligent, showstopping boy. And I'm sad I don't have him 🫠

#monoma #monoma neito #headcannons #monoma headcanons

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sunflowerinpearls · 9 months

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🚫BLANK BLOGS & PORN BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY🚫

🌈🌈🌈

•••••READ PINNED POST•••••

BEFORE you attempt to speak to me, & to hopefully answer some questions before they are asked, I’ve given you some information on who I am as a Person.

AFTER READING THIS, you’ll be able to message me & send asks without being a Trigger to me.

Thank you!

🌻

⚠️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THIS USER YOU MUST KNOW AND UNDERSTAND THEIR BLOG RULES:

****IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 21, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG USER!*****

- PUT YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO! If it is not in your bio or pinned post, I will block you!

- DO NOT send me nudes. DO NOT ASK IF YOU CAN SEND NUDES THE ANSWER IS NO! ❗️You WILL be blocked if you ask me to send them AND you will be blocked if you send them without being asked❗️

- IF YOUR BLOG IS ANY OF THE FOLLOWING, 🛑I WILL NOT FOLLOW YOU🛑:

1) Hidden from Tumblr

2) No bio

3) Under 21

4) Nothing on said blog

5) All Porn, nothing else

6) Christian

7) USA/Conservative Bullshit 🤮

*************************

❗️Be respectful to me be it in messages or asks or you WILL be blocked❗️

❗️Just because you follow me, does NOT mean I will follow you❗️

❗️I WILL NOT FOLLOW YOU IF TUMBLR HAS HIDDEN YOUR BLOG❗️

🤎IF FOR SOME REASON YOU NEED TO REACH ME OFF TUMBLR🤎

Tiktok: Cecelia90712

IG: Dreeszen Photography

FB: Cecelia Aubrey Lynn Dreeszen

****BASIC INFORMATION****

- 💜Cecelia💜

- Birthday: June 19th, 1990

- 33 years on Earth

- California Born, Iowa Living

- Born blonde, Dark brown now (Preferably Purple!)

- Born with blue eyes, now they change between green/hazel/brown

- 4’11

- Married 💍 9 years, together for 13

- 3 Children, oldest to youngest:

Christine - 15

Lily - 10

Angel - 8, In Heaven🪽

Jack - 7

- I am a Disabled Photographer 📸

- Scentsy Escential Consultant

****MY ANIMALS****

- 1 Horse: April, Mare, American Quarter Horse, Black-Bay, lived to be 33, passed in 2001. 🪽

CATS: Tetley🪽, Rose🪽, Beasley🪽, Suzie Q🪽, Kacey🪽, Sampson🪽, Deckster🪽, Athena, Lola, Quinn

DOGS: Spartacus (Boxer/Labrador Retriever)🪽, Missy (Purebred Miniature Dachshund)🪽, Tinkerbell (Jack Russell Terrier/West Highland Terrier)🪽, Lilo (Dachshund/Chihuahua; 4 YEARS of SERVICE DOG WORK 🐕‍🦺)🪽, Stitch (purebred Beagle), Ohana (Dachshund/Beagle).

REPTILES: Lizzie (A lizard of some kind 🤣 🪽)

FISH: Goldie🪽(Goldfish), Garfield🪽(Goldfish)

****I AM****

- SHE/HER

- Permanently Disabled

- A Special Needs Parent

- A Mental Health Advocate

- A Child Abuse/Neglect/Abandonment Survivor

- Chronically Physically & Mentally ill

- Bi-Sexual

- Photographer

- Polyamorous (Not Interested)

- A stoner

- Not a drinker (SOBER)

- I stand up for Black Lives Matter✊🏿

- A Feminist

- *Equality For Everyone*

- No-one is an “Alien” in any Country! Its everyone’s world, not just yours!

- I believe in God for my own Spiritual Reasons, and I 100% Support People that do not.

****FUN FACTS****

- Protector of *ALL CHILDREN*

- I am very trusted by the people I hold close & I will do whatever it takes to protect & keep my loved ones safe

- Short Friend

- Singer

- Unusually thorough knowledge of Dog Breed’s

- Loves Horses

- Pearls > Diamonds

- C-PTSD, PTSD Daily Survivor

- “Tennessee Kid” 🩵 💙

- Advocate of MANY things

- Can quote two movies only: Twilight & Finding Nemo:)

- Photographer

- Creative

- TikTok Creator (@Cecelia90712)

- Animal Lover

- Lover of soft texture

- Mexican & Italian Food is the ELITE of ALL food & you will never tell me different

- Been to 1 Concert & never will go to a Concert again

- “SWIFTIE”

- If it can kill me, It won’t scare me (Horses, motorcycles, dirt bikes, 4 Wheelers, Jet Ski’s, Fast Cars, etc)

- If it isn’t going to hurt me, It WILL scare me (People dressed in “mascot costumes” such as the Actors/Actresses at DisneyLand/DisneyWorld, the Mouse at Chuck-E-Cheese, & pretty much all Halloween costumes), Park Play Sets (more specifically the bridge), anything that will take my feet off the ground….

- I have every anxiety disorder out there

- I have 3 full pages worth of medical diagnosis’

- A knife carrier (I will NEVER own any other weapon)

- A Hippie/Gypsy soul

- So completely Un-Apologetic

- Southern on the inside

- Free Spirit (May have been a Horse in a past life)

- Stubborn, Fierce, Powerful, a force to be Reckoned with!

- Beautiful inside & out

- Can’t be kept down, can’t be tied down, can’t be held, always free

- Mountains & Big Skies make me happiest

*Adding things to this post daily, so please come back!*

🌈 SELFIES:

#mine #me #personal #ask #ask me #anonask #sunflowersnpearls

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 1 year

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Headcanons about the Ghost Boys!

Just random headcanons of our favorite gang!Vance,Bruce,Robin and Finn!I'm gonna post about Billy and Griffin later :'D

Finney Blake!

- he loves cats!he has a small fear of dogs :')

- he has a huuuuge sweet tooth! It's unbelievable how much sugar he can eat

- he likes cupcakes!

- he's great at baking!He's not as good in the kitchen buuuut...

- acts of service is his love lanugage

- he's a swiftie

- he likes making paper dragons :))

- he reads Griffin and Gwen a bedtime story every single night

- he struggles with religion and has a huge beef with it.He genuinely hates the topic itself

- he has a stuffed bunny plushie his mother knit out for him when he was a baby :)

Bruce Yamada!

- Bruce loves rabbits :>

- Bruce is amazing at physics,but is not doing well in math :')

- Bruce loves drawing.He'd draw his friends and show it to them from time to time.

- Bruce is actually a shy person-despite his popularity,he does get a lil shy and awkward when people he doesn't know surround him

- Bruce cries easily.The smallest inconvenience can leave him in tears completely.

- Bruce is bad handling emotions so he easily gets overwhelmed.

- Bruce is constantly confused about his identity.It brings him to tears to even think about it.

- Bruce loves Vance's hair. he plays with it any chance he gets.

- Bruce and Vance have sleepovers 24/7 .It always ends up in Vance cuddling with Bruce while Bruce is dead asleep.

- Bruce is s very quiet sleeper :) but he's always sleepy :'0

Vance Hopper!

- loves being surrounded by women. It makes him feel safe.

- Vance is the oldest sibling in a family with 3 sisters!

- He's very respectful towards women

- hes a very heavy sleeper-

- he snores.

- Vance's love language is physical touch. All of his friends will say that Vance is the most cuddliest,most clingiest person when they're in private

- when he was 7,he had the biggest crush on Marilyn Monroe.

- he listens to Lana Del Rey with Bruce(modern)

- He smells like cigarettes.

- he takes boiling hot showers and always gets out looking like a tomato

Robin Arellano!

- he really likes Elvis Presley

- he swears in Spanish infront of Gwen alot.She picked up alot of words from him!

- he cries because of math

- anytime he's having a sleepover with the gang he begs they watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

- surprisingly,he's scared of the dark

- he really likes dogs

- chips are his favorite snack

- he loves annoying Vance

- Robin can be really unhinged at times

- he was that type of kid that'd eat sand at the playground

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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congrats on this huge milestone, you definitely deserve it, love!! can’t wait to see more of your beautiful writing in the future <3

pronouns: she/her

personality traits: shy and quiet around strangers, annoyingly loud with friends. people often come to me for advice. instead of showing my feelings i joke a lot, but in reality i’m a sensitive baby and WILL cry over anything don’t try me. i struggle expressing physical and verbal affection despite wanting to, so i’m more of an acts of service and writing letters type of person. very melodramatic ngl 🫣

hobbies: spending time with my friends, family, and pets. music, music, music!! discovering new music, making playlists, i play the piano (would love to learn to play the guitar too!!), like to sing, and enjoy dancing. i’m also a writer and have recently been trying to become a polyglot goddess lmao.

favorite movies/songs/food/places: spider-man: into the spiderverse (i’m obsessed with spider-man and just marvel in general) & la la land (been a musical girlie since day 1 and i blame glee for it!!); evermore by taylor swift bc being a swiftie is about 40% of my personality; fave foods are sushi and tortilla soup; and my favorite place ever is new york.

i have a dog (my baby, would die for him <3) and used to have a cat whom i miss a whole lot bc he unfortunately passed away, so i’m hoping to adopt another cat (and like 20 more bc who’s gonna stop me) in the future

dreams and aspirations: i’ve wanted to be a musician since i was a little girl but that’s kinda just a dream. next big, slightly more achievable dream: i’m studying advertising and would love to eventually work as a creative director!! it’d be even more bombastic if i was a creative director in the music industry, ngl. i also just hope to stay surrounded by the people i love and care about :)

zodiac sign & MBTI: virgo and infp

aesthetic: clean girl, vintage core.

would love for the group to be skz pls!!

Hello, love! Thank you so much for your sweet words, it means the world to me 💗

I'm so sorry this took me so long, I didn't intend to keep you waiting :( also, you have such cool dreams and I'm really rooting for you to achieve them (don't give up on the music!!!!) and keeping my fingers crossed for you 💗

Now to your ship...

I was thinking about this one and I decided I'd ship you with Hyunjin.

My reasoning behind it:

- your Virgo and his Pisces are extremely compatible and you both are INFP, which makes you a great match

- I think your personalities would go along very well :)

- he too is a very sensitive person and so I think he'd have a lot of understanding for you and would actually adore you for it

- we all know he's a hopeless romantic and you confessing your love for him through a letter????? My boy would be so whipped!!! You'd break him, I swear

- also would love your animals and would not mind your cat army at all lmao he spoils Kkami rotten so he'd be very supportive of your love for your pets <3

- I think he loves MCU too so you could bond through that really well :) also that fan edit of Hyunjin as Spider-Man???? That stuff lives in my head rent free lol

- imagine him dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween just because he knows you love it!?! agahsfsjghjag yeaaaaah

You've been marching from one side of your room to the other for what feels like an eternity, nervously nipping on your lower lips as you ask yourself again and again if what you did was a good idea.

Of course, it wasn't!

You don't know what got into you.

You and Hyunjin have known each other for some time now because of a mutual friend. You two clicked together really well ever since the beginning and eventually, you started hanging out on your own. Whether it was ordering takeout and watching movies, grabbing a coffee together or just you stopping by his dance studio to watch him practice, you two enjoyed each other's company a lot. He always told you your presence brings him inspiration for both his art and his music and you loved to be part of his creative process. Only after some time, you realized that the way you feel about Hyunjin is far away from just friendly fondness and at first you were quite shocked and didn't know what to do about this revelation of yours. When the feelings weren't disappearing as you wished for them to do, you came to the conclusion that you should probably confess to him. Or your best friend did and she kind of talked you into doing so.

And so you wrote him a letter because you knew you wouldn't be able to do that face-to-face and doing it via text just felt weird.

But now when you think about it, maybe writing him a letter was much weirder.

Will he think you're weird now? Will he even talk to you after this? Did you completely ruin your friendship with this?

You let out a groan, hiding your face in the palms of your hands as you finally stop pacing, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

Your attempt at regaining your sanity is interrupted by the loud, urgent ringing of your doorbell, making you stiffen.

You stay like that for a second, the intrusive sound dying down, giving you a moment of silence only to reappear with even more intensity, making you let out a defeated huff.

It's probably just your roommate forgetting her keys again. And you're really not in the mood for this.

You make your way to your door, pushing one of the buttons to unlock the door of your apartment building before you head to your shared kitchen to grab a glass of water, knowing that it'll take your roommate a while to make it all the way to your floor so you can open the door for you.

However, the knocking on the door comes much sooner than you anticipated, making you put down your unfinished glass before you head back to the hallway, grabbing the handle of the door without a second thought as you throw the door open.

"How many times have you forgotten-" you cut yourself off as your eyes lay on someone else.

Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin, breathing heavily and leaning against your doorframe with your silly love letter in his hand.

You're just about to close the door shut, your brain short-circuiting at his sudden appearance, your chest tightening with dread.

"No, wait!" He exclaims, sticking his feet on your doorstep, stopping your attempt.

You don't know what to do and so you slowly open the door again before letting go of it, your gaze meeting his shyly, your heart thrumming in your chest.

"I- I- I need to talk to you," he states, still quite breathless. He had to run up the stairs, there's no way he'd get here so fast otherwise.

"I- I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Jin," you murmur.

"You... you wrote this, right?" He asks, handing you the letter, making your heart clench in your chest.

Is he here to give it back to you?

You don't dare to touch it, only nodding silently to give him some sort of response.

"Did you mean it?" He asks and you nod again, this time meeting his gaze, your eyes glistening with tears as you expect him to reject you now.

Instead, he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as a scoff escapes his pretty lips.

You stare at him, paralyzed.

"That's- That's amazing," he whispers.

"What?"

"I feel the same, Y/N. I do for a while now and this," he states, waving your letter in the air before he proceeds: "this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"You feel the same?" You have the need to assure, thinking you might've misheard him.

"I do, silly," he chuckles, making your heart jump in your chest. You let out a nervous laugh, running your hand over your face, still not believing this.

"I- I don't know what to say," you admit, making Hyunjin laugh.

"There's nothing else to say," he says softly, his hand cupping your cheek with gentleness unknown to you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"I have a question though," he murmurs, centimeters parting you now, his hot breath dancing over your face, making your heart pick up a pace.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz hwang hyunjin

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samantha-swift · 3 months

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Hi my swiftie friends 👋 i don't like asking for help but I could really use it now. I am asking for help in getting a service dog.

I have panic disorder and severe anxiety.

It's difficult for me to have a normal life because of panic attacks.

Please share this ♥️

https://gofund.me/f95e4064

#swifties #taylorswift #fundraising

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dieu-mange-dieu · 1 year

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𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨: 𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙩𝙖𝙞

Has an older brother and a twin sister, but he was born five hours before her and technically on a different day

Both have always made him feel like the baby of the family

Thought that the family cat was his sister for the first six years of his life (They lived in the same house and he knew her all his life, so how could they Not be related?) , was devastated to find out otherwise

Had his first kiss in primary school with his best friend at the time; both she and Dinesh were so grossed out that they did not speak to each other ever again

Moved to the U.S. in high school, graduated early and was accepted into uni at 16

Holds the fact that he graduated college over Gilfoyle (who dropped out)'s head. Gilfoyle does not give even one (1) fuck

Astrology nerd, knows everyone in the hostel's birth chart and checks his horoscope religiously

Is the type to make no-homo gay jokes at a party and then end up accidentally making out with a dude

(this happened. he had a panic attack in the bathroom afterward.)

Favourite drink: either a piña colada or a mai tai

Strongly dislikes the taste of alcohol

Pineapple is his favourite flavour

Favourite scent is the Oasis scent from Bath and Body Works (smells like pineapple, summer, and the pool)

Swiftie

Favourite colours are orange and turquoise

Played the "Maximising Alphaness" subliminal video on repeat while working out

He credits his drastic change in physique to that video

If he weren't in the tech business, his dream job would be either an elementary school English teacher or a wedding planner (he loves weddings and would spend hours designing his own future wedding as a kid)

Wanted a lot of kids growing up; still does but he kinda hates kids so he's conflicted

Had a huge Harry Potter phase when he was younger, his Facebook bio used to say "proud Hufflepuff 💛🖤"

Did not get his driving licence until he was 25 years old

He is 3 years older than Gilfoyle

(playlist under construction)

Spoilers (?) Ahead!!!

After Silicon Valley:

Invested 70 percent of his net worth into Dogecoin

Actually made money off of his investment, got out early and made bank

Was the best man at his cousin Wajeed's wedding

Directly after the events of The Pied Piper Thing, he and Gilfoyle fell off and stopped talking

One night about a month later he showed up at Gilfoyle's apartment with a box of doughnuts and a bottle of Tres Commas and demanded they talk

They talked.

Drunkenly suggested that he and Gilfoyle start a podcast.

They did.

It lasted 3 episodes before it was removed from all streaming services due to hateful content

He and Gilfoyle started their own company

Bought the house next to Gilfoyle's in late 2019, but they ended up quarantining together at Gilfoyle's place during the pandemic to at least keep some semblance of sanity

In interviews, Dinesh and Gilfoyle say it was the worst experience of their lives (what else would they say, that they properly enjoyed each other's company and solidified their complex and deep friendship? malarkey.)

Now resides in a cabin in Southern California

Has overcome his fear of dogs.

His dog's name is Buster.

#silicon valley hbo #silicon valley #silicon valley headcanon #dinesh chugtai #Dinesh #bertram gilfoyle

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septembersghost · 10 months

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this is so beautiful and affirming and sweet, yet oddly alienating to me personally because i can't identify with it - though it warms my heart beyond words that most swifties do!!! i think it's important and part of what makes that relationship to her special. it's probably ironic in some way how i love and indentify with her because we have next to nothing in common at a glance - by the time she hit the scene, my school years were over (i'd already had to withdraw before my second year of college due to injuries and the onset of my chronic illness), i've never had a real romantic relationship, never had the transformative experiences of new things in my 20s, have spent half my life and all of my adult life sick, mostly existing invisibly frozen within the same four walls for fifteen years. my only concrete experiences have revolved around medical situations or ramifications of financial difficulties, my friendships are online (which i am so so so endlessly grateful for and blessed by, they are no less real!), my dearest love was my service dog, but new romances, cities, jobs, none of that is in the cards for me. i don't say this to wallow in it, or be like oh woe is me, it's just pragmatic reality, i'm okay with addressing and owning it.

but technically on a superficial level it's like, why taylor? why is her music part of my heart and soul in the way that it is, in the way that it's been for those same fifteen years? and that's the remarkable thing - because we're all unique, we all have our own experiences, heartbreaks, joys, struggles, passions, and while her signature is her lyrical honesty and specificity, she somehow also has such a gift for empathy and universality that fans can take exactly what they need from her writing. the solace and survival i have in that isn't ever lessened because of my circumstances, if anything it makes it even more valuable. she speaks to me in my sensitivity, my romanticism, my femininity, my understanding of the world, her use of imagery/metaphor/poetry along with earnest frankness strikes a chord that is fundamental to me and my self-expression as a person, and makes me feel included and understood. she's also even healing to my younger self, because i would've loved her and held so tightly to her while i was growing up, so i can give that embrace to myself now because instead.

when this video says she's been someone to hold our hands, make us feel less alone, share heartbreak and hope, and that she's always just "one click away" when we need that catharsis and comfort is true for every fan in exactly the way we need, and that is the miracle of music.

#anonymous #letterbox #taylor swift #thrown out speeches #bubble wrap around my heart #music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent

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Week 3: Budeš můj valentýn, Praha?

Nazdar všichni!!

Hey everyone, welcome back to the blog! I spent this week developing more of a routine and getting enough rest. Whether it’s prioritizing 8 hours of sleep every night, reading before bed, going on daily walks/runs, or simply not drinking 3 cups of coffee a day, I wanted to make some changes in my daily routine.

Got plans tn?

The 3-week mark here in Prague is giving the post-welcome week vibes when classes actually start catching up to you and everyone around you has some sort of mystery illness after going out too much and not sleeping enough. Nonetheless, we push through. The nightlife routine is becoming a bit more established:

Wild going out nights: Wednesday/Thursday (depending on the week, could be both), Saturday

Clubs - Duplex, Epic

Pregame/bars: Dog Bar, U Sudu

Chill going out nights: Tuesday, Friday

Irish Pubs (to watch sports or live music), karaoke bars, wine bars, theater/ballet/symphony

Casual nights: Monday, Sunday

Time for homework, cooking, trip planning, laundry, housekeeping, etc.

As someone who prefers not to drink as often as multiple nights a week, I tend to go out sober (or pretty close to it) most nights we go to bars or clubs. The nightlife here is by no means shaped by heavy alcohol consumption; there’s entertainment everywhere, like live music, arcade games, and cool scenery in the bars which make it easy to have a great night while sober.

Superbowl… or not

Lots of people in my program hit different Irish pubs for the game, including Rocky’s and The Dubliner (my personal favorite, usually has live music too). After getting back from Vienna late Sunday night, we had the choice of either heading straight for the bar or stopping home. Unfortunately, after stopping home and getting ready to push the bars for the game, I fell asleep. Tragic, I know. I was super sad about missing the game (I couldn’t have cared less) and I hope everyone’s bets hit (I hope all the Swifties cashed out on the Chiefs).

*knock knock* Housekeeping!

We have a housekeeping service that comes once a week to perform a deeper cleaning of the kitchen and bathrooms. This day for the Slezská apartments is Thursday, but I’m unsure about Sokolská. They don’t come into our rooms, but will (supposedly) change your sheets if you leave the dirty ones outside your door. We have yet to try this service out though, and have resolved to washing our sheets on our own time.

As roommates, our other housekeeping responsibilities include:

Providing cleaning supplies

Upholding consistent cleanliness

Common spaces (bathrooms, kitchen, hallways)

Our rooms, personal belongings

Laundry

Dishwashing

Emptying trash/recycling

Our apartment doesn’t have a chore chart or any rigid routine that would hold everyone accountable for general housekeeping. Rather, we take turns doing chores at times of convenience, and stick to a general guideline of leaving any room cleaner than you found it. So, when someone washes the dishes and leaves them out to dry, another roommate will put them away. And a different roommate will take the trash out when they leave for class. I tend to trick myself into housekeeping by washing/putting away dishes while I’m bored and waiting for my food to cook!

I have talked to some other apartments that have experienced an uneven split of housekeeping responsibilities to the point of frustration. They found that the best way to address this situation is to have an open discussion with everyone in the apartment, and if it becomes necessary, to delegate weekly tasks. Hopefully this isn't the case for many apartments.

Eras of European Architectural Style

This week in my architecture class we learned about the significant periods that define European style and architecture. Chronologically, they are the Romanesque (10th-12th C.), Gothic (13th-15th C.), Renaissance (16th-17th C.), Baroque (17th-19th C.), Modern (19th-20th C.), and Post-Modern (the current period). This class focused on the Romanesque period.

We learned that the hilliness of Prague holds significance in its establishment as a strategic urban center in early Bohemia. On our tour, we visited Vyšehrad (which means ‘high castle’ in English). This site was the birthplace of Prague, originally established during the 10th century, and has served as a royal castle and a military fortress. On this site we found two churches:

Rotunda of St. Martin: Romanesque, built in the 11th century, characterized by its circular shape and dome covering

Basilica of St. Peter and St. Paul: originally Romanesque, built in the second half of the 11th century. Rebuilt many times in its history, its current neo-Gothic appearance dates back to the 19th century, characterized by pointy spires and broad arches.

We also saw a statue of St. Wenceslas atop the hill. He was the first patron saint of the Czech state, considered to be the father of their nation who introduced Romanesque culture to the region.

Speeeeed run: travel within the EU

Being so accustomed to domestic travel in the United States, I had no idea what to expect when casually flying between countries in Europe. Fortunately, when traveling within the EU, the process is similar to domestic travel in America, and made extremely easy. You scan your boarding pass to enter security for screening. At security, you take out any laptops/large electronics and liquids (<100ml in clear plastic bags), and send the rest of your belongings through normally. You do not have to take your shoes off. During boarding, they check your passport/ID along with your boarding pass and then you’re set to head to the plane! Security typically takes <30 minutes to complete, but boarding the actual plane can take nearly an hour of waiting in line...

Finally, I suggest keeping a spreadsheet containing: flight reservation numbers, airline baggage allowances, flight check-in policies, etc. Mine has been useful and I know exactly what to expect upon arriving at the airport. Also, check-in to your flight as early as possible, especially when flying airlines like EasyJet or Transavia that assign seats upon check-in. Do add the boarding pass to your apple wallet for a super streamlined experience.

Girl Math: Credit Cards

The smartest thing I did before going abroad was apply for a new credit card; particularly one with travel rewards, a high credit limit, and no foreign transaction fees. Not only do I have added security benefits, like protection against fraudulent purchases, but it also builds credit with every purchase I make abroad with no additional fees! I knew I'd be spending a decent amount of money while abroad, but at least I’m getting points for it. Girl math!

In all seriousness, having all my transactions concentrated on one card has made it very easy to authenticate all my purchases and transfer them to my budget spreadsheet. Adulting is hard, but using the built-in tools provided by my bank to set up automatic statement payments, transfer funds, and manage my rewards has been easy.

Paris

This past weekend was well spent in the enchanting Paris. Between the iconic landmarks and quaint cafés, the city was remarkably rich in culture and romance, especially over Valentine’s Day weekend :)

We started off Friday with brunch and a nice walk through the Luxembourg Gardens, which overlook the Luxembourg Palace. The next stop was my favorite: Napoleon's Tomb, a majestic tribute to the man who conquered nearly all of Europe. A truly incredible piece of art and architecture, designed by Napoleon himself! Next, we ventured into the Musée de l'Armée within Les Invalides and learned about the history of French warfare and artillery. After a nice dinner (and my first ever French onion soup!), we coincidentally ran into my two friends celebrating Valentine’s Day in the city! #whenwillitbemyturn... After an epic round of catching up over drinks, we headed back to the AirBnB to rest up for the rest of the weekend.

We spent Saturday indulging in shopping and iconic French delicacies. Our first stop (post-brunch of course) was the renowned Louis Vuitton store, with a full exhibit and many elegancies. Unfortunately, I could not afford even a glass of tap water in the store, but it was surely fun to browse. Afterwards, we sampled French staples like crépes, French onion soup, and lots of freshly baked baguettes. Walking back towards the Eiffel Tower, we strolled along the Seine and the bridges that span it, ending the day at the Eiffel Tower as the sun set. We came back after dark too, to see the tower illuminated in the night. A beautiful sight to see.

On Sunday, we decided to uncover Paris's hidden gems near Gare du Nord, beginning with the Passage des Jouffroy and its neighboring passageways. These so-called arcades are covered passageways adorned with vintage shops and quaint cafes. We then walked to Sacré-Cœur, or the Church of the Sacred Heart, which was a site recommended to us by nearly all of our uber drivers. There we could see an amazing panoramic view of the city below. Finally, as the day drew to a close, we bid farewell to Paris from Gare du Nord.

A huge highlight of the trip was the French food, particularly the crepes, fresh baguettes, and the array of decadent pastries at every corner. See some of my favorite eats below!

Kind Strangers

The title of this section is exactly its content: shoutout to all the kind strangers who helped me this week! I’d heard many stories about the French, Parisians in particular, being cold and unfriendly to American foreigners, but I couldn’t help but feel quite the opposite vibe. First off, we have my Uber driver Amine, who brought me from Paris Orly to my AirBnB at midnight on Thursday. He spoke almost no English but took the time to get to know me, share a bit of his story, and teach me essential French phrases like “ça va” (meaning it’s okay/I’m okay; pronounced sah vah) and “s’il vous plait” (meaning please; pronounced seel voo play). I don’t speak French at all, but the full list of phrases he taught me were game changers when it came to interacting with local Parisians. He also stayed with me when I struggled getting into the apartment and gave me his contact in case of an emergency.

Upon leaving Paris, I also experienced a great act of kindness by two women in Gare du Nord, the main train station in Paris. One woman, who was clearly in a rush, noticed me struggling to scan the ticket I had just purchased at a nearby kiosk. Despite not speaking English, she scanned her own pass and motioned for me to step through the security with her. When it closed and neither of us were able to get through, a nearby mom helped us both get through the automated security at the gate with her two children. Both women ran off before I could properly thank them, but I am extremely grateful for their help in a situation that I probably would have struggled to navigate on my own.

Now for some ins and outs!

Ins:

Bachelor Wednesdays: I’ve never truly gotten into shows like the Bachelor, but after my friends and I dedicated Wednesday pregames to watching it. I see the hype now... extremely entertaining, especially when paired with wine.

Galentines <3: We celebrated Valentine’s Day with all the girls in the program Tuesday, featuring an amazing charcuterie assortment, wine, and lots of chit-chat and games!

Duplex Student Night: Duplex is one of the main clubs we go to. It’s a good atmosphere with a dj and an open air rooftop open for smoking. On Wednesdays students get in with no cover, so it’s always our final destination! Just make sure to bring your actual ID, as they do not take photocopies.

Outs:

Heels x Cobblestone: Cobblestone covers every single walking surface in Old Town and neighboring districts. It adds this beautiful aesthetic to the city, but it is miserable and honestly dangerous to walk on in heels. Do so at your own risk.

My Uber bill (from Paris): Paris is an extremely vast city, and it can take nearly an hour to walk from one side of the city to the other. Because it was so rainy, and the friends I traveled with refused to try out the public transportation system in Paris, our Uber bill racked up reallllll high.

Public bathrooms: If you’re walking down the street in Europe and suddenly have to go to the bathroom, I wish you the best of luck. Unless there’s a Mc Donald’s nearby, you’ll either have to make a purchase at the nearest café and hope they have a bathroom, or you have to hold it. Even if you manage to stumble upon a WC, chances are you will have to pay a small fee to use it.

Thanks for reading, catch you all next week!

Čau všichni,

Reese Liebman

Computer Science and Engineering

Institute for Study Abroad (IFSA) CS Tech Career Accelerator in Prague, Czechia

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEcsPrague #ReeseLiebman #IPEWinter24 #CzechRepublic

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