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jaehyun-eclipsed · 4 years

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Before I Met You | Eight

Updates: Sundays, ~8 PM EST

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark…) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for the delay! I got distracted watching videos of Lucas 🙈 That man is disrespectful to my feelings.

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The furious scritch-scratching of a pencil can be heard even amongst all of the chatter in the dorm’s fifth floor study room. I glance over at Mark as he scribbles down incomprehensible equations in his lab notebook, furrowing his brow in frustration as he struggles to make sense of whatever solution he has just derived.

“You doing okay there?” I ask.

He huffs and pushes his notebook over to me. “Does this look right?”

I squint my eyes in confusion. “What did you do?”

Mark throws his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know! I was just trying to find the density.”

I scan the semblance of chemistry equations, acknowledging the attempt at the proper steps that ultimately fall short. “Well, first you need to find the number of molecules…”

He nods, slowly understanding the task at hand. “Ah, okay, okay! And then you divide that by the Avocado number to get the number of moles, right?”

The corner of my mouth raises to form a half-smile, amused at his use of the term he uses to memorize the name of Avogadro’s number. Mark was quirky like that. “Yes, then multiply that by the molecular weight to convert it to grams.”

“YO! Then I can plug that into the density equation!”

He pulls back his notebook and starts crossing out his previous work before quickly writing in the correct equations.

Mark and I met in our intro chemistry class. He was one of the five boys in our class and one of the only two cute ones. But what really sold it was that he was much nicer than the other guy; more open, less reserved, and he had an infectious smile. He was the definition of sincere happiness.

As is with every class, we started out by introducing ourselves:

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’m a freshman. Um, I’m a biology major.”

“Hi, my name’s Mark. I’m a freshman and I’m an English major and I’m taking chemistry because I’m also sorta interested in biology.”

He was the only person in the class that I was moderately interested in speaking to; he seemed to get along with everyone. Admittedly, part of my motivation was because I thought he was cute.

I had only decided to speak to him after I caught him staring at me at the beginning of class once. We were listening to our TA give instructions for the day. Mark was standing next to her and I happened to glance at him, realizing that he was already looking at me – and that’s when he smiled that captivating smile of his. Later that day, I went up to him to confirm the melting temperature of the final product (even though I had already confirmed with several groups around me).

A few weeks later, we both happened to be at the fume hood, evaporating our solvents out of a flask in order to derive our final precipitate. As we were the only two in that part of room, an awkward silence happened to pass between us – one of ‘I know you, but have absolutely no idea what to say.’ Luckily for me, he was the first one to speak this time.

“How was your spring break?” he asked, keeping his focus on his flask.

“It was fine. I went home and studied for most of it since we have that midterm coming up in a week.”

“And where’s home for you?”

“Medford,” I said. “Oregon. It’s a small town, really pretty. How about you?”

“I’m from Vancouver.” He turned to smile at me. “Canada.”

Another pause passes between us.

“Hey, have you looked over the post-lab questions for this experiment?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you know how to do them?”

“Yeah, I think so. The equations we need are in the lecture notes.”

He hummed in response before turning to look at me. “Do you think I could get your number in case I need help? I get really confused in lecture sometimes.”

The excitement on my face was clearly evident as I said, “Sure!”

And that is how this all started. Every week since then, Mark and I would meet up to do the post-lab questions together.

That first homework session Mark and I had together was a turning point for me. Transitioning to college had been a challenge. Leaving home, living on my own, and adjusting to the rigor of the classes left me feeling defeated a lot of the time. Back in high school, I had to put in a lot of homework hours, but none of the material was necessarily difficult. It was just time consuming because we were given so much. But the content in college was tough. I had gotten a C on my first midterm and due to being a 4.0 student in high school, a C was unfathomable. It didn’t lend me anymore comfort knowing that more than fifty percent of my grade was based on exam performance and yet, I could spend hours and hours studying without a guarantee of a positive return. It was discouraging.

If I wasn’t in class, I was spending my time by myself in my dorm. I had two roommates, but I didn’t particularly care for either of them. One would wake up early to go to the gym and come back in the morning and slam everything she possibly could on her desk as if nobody else lived there. The other girl – well, her laptop’s wallpaper was a selfie… I think that tells you plenty.

Overall though, it was lonely. I didn’t care for the people I had befriended at the beginning of the year for various reasons so I called my dad every day and counted the days until I could go home.

I’ll never forget the way I felt when I returned home for winter break. Doyoung, Hana, and I had gone over to Taeyeon’s house one night after having dinner and milkshakes. We were there until three in the morning doing acroyoga and dancing in her living room. We were just being kids – carefree and happy. The overwhelming joy I felt that night was something I hadn’t felt in months and I remember having a moment of self-awareness as I watched Doyoung balance Hana on his knees.

I’m not happy.

Starting college in a different state was supposed to be a new beginning. One that’s supposed to be “the best four years of my life.” One where I’d meet a diverse group of people from all over the world. One where I’d get to experience my first college party, fall in love, discover my passion, learn new things... And while I was learning a lot in class, met many people, and did go to my first college party, I was slowly hoping that it would all end soon even though everything had just begun. I was alone and didn’t feel like I had anyone to talk to. That made me realize something else: Being alone never bothered me until it was no longer a choice.

Shortly after those moments of realization, the nightmares started. I had trouble sleeping and when I did finally manage to fall asleep, I’d abruptly wake up hours later, hyperventilating in a cold sweat.

What am I doing? How am I going to get through this?

Who was that confident person I was back in high school?

Where did she go?

Maybe she was just... acting.

Great, I’ve been acting my whole life.

“Y/N.” He sighs loudly and turns to look at me, pulling me from my reverie. “Why are you so amazing?”

I smile back at him. It’s comments like these that make my heart stall and my chest feel warm. Though, I wish I believed him. I know he’s just talking about me helping him with chemistry, but sometimes I hope that it’s a little more than that. We’re in the same year and we get along really well. Plus, he’s really cute. Perhaps we could start dating.

Mark has made me feel comfortable here. I look forward to seeing him every week. His carefree and go with the flow nature is addicting. If he’s ever stressed, he’s very good at hiding it. It’s the complete opposite of my personality. Mark is someone I want to be around all the time.

I love his little quirks. Like when he gets frustrated and furrows his brow. He shakes his head in frustration and clicks his tongue. Or when he laughs – it’s a loud, boisterous laugh followed by a punch in the shoulder to whoever is closest to him. He has this youthfulness to him that will never die. He searches for the happiness in everything and encourages everyone around him. He’s the friend everyone wishes they had.

“You know,” he begins, “I can’t believe that we lived in the same unit this whole time.”

Mark lived in the neighboring dorm building, leaving little opportunity to meet unless we happened to dine near each other in the cafeteria or attended the dorm-wide events in the multi-purpose room.

It would’ve been nice to have a friend earlier on.

“Oh, I saw you a few weeks into the semester,” I say.

He looks at me, clearly surprised. “Yo, what? You did?!” he exclaims. “Why didn’t you say ‘hi’?!”

Mark is in disbelief when I shrug. We hadn’t spoken yet when I saw him that time. I was surprised and quite excited that the cute guy from chem class lived in the same unit as I did. But I was way too shy to say anything. I didn’t want him knowing that I remembered his name and had been paying attention to him ever since the first day of class. He probably didn’t remember my name anyway. But knowing we did live near each other did give me some encouragement to make an attempt to talk to him.

“I – I don’t know. I didn’t really know who you were,” I say. “I mean, I knew you were in my chem class, but –”

“Where did you see me?”

“You were getting the mail.”

“You should’ve said ‘hi’! I would’ve recognized you!”

I open my mouth to say something, but end up making weird gestures with my hands as I don’t know how to respond honestly to Mark’s comment.

He sighs and looks at me with a playfully stern expression. “Well next time, you gotta say ‘hi’! I like saying ‘hi’ to my friends!”

I nod. “Okay, yes, sir,” I quip. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He grins widely and puts his pencil down. “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?”

“I have class at eleven, but that’s it,” I say. “Why?”

“Do you wanna go play badminton with me?!”

I squint my eyes in confusion. This is not the request I was expecting. “Uh…”

“The weather’s supposed to be really nice and I just got the new net I ordered online! I wanna try it out!”

“Uh, okay,” I say slowly. “Sure. I didn’t realize you liked to play badminton.”

“Oh yeah! It’s my favorite! I used to play with my brother all the time back in Vancouver. Have you played?”

“I used to play in high school. Actually, my team in P.E. won our badminton tournament!”

“Oh! You must be pretty good then!”

“Probably not. It’s been a while.”

“Well, it’s gonna be fun! I’ll meet you on the lawn in front of the library? Like, three?”

“Sure!”

The next day is bright and sunny and after attending psychology discussion, I returned home for a quick sandwich followed by an hour of reading before changing clothes. I opted for a coral cold-shoulder top, blue denim shorts, knock-off boat shoes, and pulled my wavy, brown locks into a ponytail. At two-thirty, I set out for campus.

When I arrive on the lawn, Mark has already set up the net. He picks up a racket, spins it around in his hand, and then tosses a birdie with his free hand up into the air. A loud whack is heard moments before the projectile lands right in front of my feet. I look up and am met with Mark’s bright smile and an excited wave.

“Hey!” Mark runs over to me, enveloping me in a hug. “Isn’t it beautiful today?!” He pulls back to look at me. “You look very summery today!”

“Oh, yeah, I figured since it’s nice out today and there’s no wind…” I shrug.

“Yeah! It’s perfect for us to play!” He picks up the birdie from the ground. “Come on!”

I follow him over to where he had set up the net, picking up the other racket near one of the poles. He’s smiling at me when I look at him again. “Don’t make fun of me if I lose!”

He laughs. “Don’t worry! I won’t! You’ll just have to help me out with chemistry.”

“I already do that!”

It’s momentary and I nearly miss it, but there’s a very brief hesitation before his lips curve up into a bashful smile. His eyes are soft and I detect the slightest bit of admiration in them. There’s a crooked smile on my face when I narrow my eyes at him in curiosity. He remains silent.

After a few moments, I turn my gaze away from him, trying to bite back an embarrassed smile as I superficially glance over at some students playing ultimate Frisbee.

“Are you ready to play?!” Mark asks suddenly.

“Yeah!”

I walk to the opposing side of the net and ready myself for Mark’s serve.

“Zero, zero!”

Swiftly, I swing the racket with a bit of force, easily returning Mark’s serve. He misses.

“Lucky shot,” he remarks, shaking his head.

I pick up another one of the birdies. “One, zero!”

We’re able to rally for a bit when I decide to carry out my signature move from high school. I barely tap the birdie, giving it just enough force to barely make it over the net.

“Oh – what the?!” Mark shouts as he attempts to dive just as the birdie hits the ground.

“Two, zero,” I say with a wide grin.

I’m looking at him as he’s sitting on the ground on my side of the net, one arm propped up on his knee. He chuckles and looks up at me, squinting into the sunlight.

“And you thought you were going to be bad at this!”

I shrug innocently. “I don’t know… or are you just letting me win? Hm?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Oh, so you’re just not very good at this,” I tease. “That’s okay. I understand.” I break out into laughter when he looks at me with a playful frown.

“Hey!” He’s laughing now. “You know that I’m facing the sun, right?! I’m at a disadvantage.”

I wave my hand in dismissal. “Excuses.”

I extend my hand out to help him stand up. Unfortunately, the weight distribution between us is very imbalanced and results in Mark pulling me down; I fall on top of him with a loud squeal.

“I’m so sorry!” I say in between laughs, trying push myself up off of him with my hands on either side of his body.

He places a hand on the small of my back. “Are you okay?”

I lift my head to look at him, feeling my heart jump briefly as I realize how close we are together. My laughter ceases.

“Uh, yeah,” I say, quickly pushing myself off of him and standing up on my own, brushing myself off.

I watch him as he ducks under the net and repositions himself, smiling widely at me again.

There’s a warmth and giddiness that fills my chest and I recognize it immediately. It’s the same happiness I felt with Doyoung, Hana, and Taeyeon. I smile to myself.

I think things are going to be okay.

I’m suddenly caught off guard when I hear Mark’s racket strike the birdie. My eyes widen as it flies over to my right.

“Oh!” I yelp as I lunge to the side a moment too late.

“Sorry, I was thinking about something,” I say as I turn around to pick up the birdie.

“Oh… about what?”

I smile back at him. “Nothing really. Just that I’m having a lot of fun.”

He cracks a grin as I’m about to serve. “One, two,” he quips.

I frown. “Does that even count?”

“One, two,” he says again with a mischievous smile.

That night, while catching up on some psychology reading, my phone vibrates, Mark’s name flashing on the message notification.

Mark [8:07 PM] Yo! Hey! Today was really fun! Thanks for coming!

Me [8:10 PM] Thank you for inviting me! I haven’t had that much fun in a while

Mark [8:15] Oh and thanks so much for helping me out all the time in chem! You’re a life saver! 😊

Mark [8:17 PM] If you’re up to it, I’d love to take you out for lunch as a thank you! 😊

Mark has been responsible for many of my smiles over the past few weeks. And here he is, doing it again. I chuckle to myself as I feel the giddiness of having a crush return.

Me [8:20 PM] Yeah! That would be great! Thank you!

I don’t think this is a date, but at the very least, I know that Mark likes spending time with me. He’s also definitely a lot nicer than Lucas. So who knows? We have the next three years to find out.

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fluffymcu · 5 years

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College drop-out? I think not (Steve x reader)

@writersonicfan91

Request: Here’s an idea for you: Steve x Reader. The reader is in college and is worried about failing a class/exam. Steve does everything to help cheer her up.

Another sleepless night, sitting with your legs crossed on your bed at 2am, racing to get an assignment done with the due date at 4am tonight. You were almost done, you just needed about 8 more pages to type. You sighed while rubbing your eyes for the hundredth time and yawned.

“Why do I leave this stuff till the last minute?” You mumbled to yourself. Steve was an early riser and automatically woke up every morning at 4. But tonight he had to get a glass of water so on his way to the kitchen, he noticed a faint light coming from your room. He decided to take a peek to see what was going on and his eyes softened as he saw your exhausted form, almost falling asleep while typing.

“Hey, n/n.” He stepped further into your room and went to stay in front of you. You had been so focused on your work you still hadn’t noticed him enter until he lightly shook your shoulder.

“Oh! Hey.” You sighed and put the laptop to the side. Steve say by you on the bed and lovingly rubbed your back.

“You Okay? You look exhausted.” You sighed and covered your face with your hands.

“I am. I don’t know if I can keep this up, Steve. I’m just so tired of this. I get no rest, I’m always sacrificing my time for this, and I can’t even pass the classes anyway. What’s the point?” You complained.

Steve sighed and pulled you closer. “I know it can be tiring most times, and the classes can be hard to pass. But, you’re surviving. That’s the important thing. But remember, you’re the one who wanted to go to this school so bad.” He smirked.

“I know. You don’t have to remind me.” You groaned, making him chuckle. “I just didn’t know it would be this hard. I should just give myself a break and just drop out. I’ve given this enough of my time.”

Steve leaned back to look at you. “Now, although I agree with you giving yourself a break, and getting that it’s difficult, but I’m not too fond of you dropping out of school y/n. You’ve gotta finish strong.”

You groaned. “But Steve, it would be so much less stressful, and I’d be able to devote my time to more important things.” You pleaded. You knew it was a dead end but it didn’t hurt to try.

“Now, you know what my point of view on those things are y/n. We don’t drop out of school, or skip classes, or do whatever rebellious things maybe others are doing. You know that. But I do encourage you to stop stressing so much over school. Just give it your best. And if the best you can do is a 65 then accept it. There’s nothing you can do because you have it your best. But if you didn’t, then there’s a reason to be upset about it because you could’ve done better.” You sighed and looked down. “Okay?” He asked.

You slightly nodded, barely visible to him. “Oh, boy. Are you upset cause you’re not gettin your way again?” He teased. Steve has known you since you were 8 years old and since then you would always get salty when you didn’t get your way. Steve expected you to grow out of it eventually but it’s still going on strong as one of your biggest personalities. You shrugged and sighed again, making Steve chuckle. “Well, I suggest you change your attitude before things get crazy in here.” He mused, trying to make you laugh.

“What do you mean.” You mumbled. Steve shuffled closer to you.

“Well, remember what I used to do to you when you got punky?” He poked your side as a reminder and your eyes widened.

“No. Steve, no.” You stood up from your place on the bed.

Steve’s smirk widened. “Steve, yes!” He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight bear hug and launched his attack, zeroing in on your ribs first.

“Ahahahaha! Steheheheve! Yohohou know I hahahahate thahat!” Steve ignored you and blew a raspberry on the crook of your neck, making you melt into giggles. “stohohohohop!”

Steve squeezed around your sides and hips having to pin you down from all the bucking you were doing. “Stop being a brat then and maybe I’ll let you go.” He teased.

“I’m nohohot a brahahat!” You sunk down to the floor hoping he would leave you there but he only followed you down.

“It’s not gonna be that easy to get away n/n. You still need to get out of that mood you’re in.” He lifted your shirt and scribbled his fingers on your belly. Every time you’d try to grab his hands, he’d dodge them and find another spot on your belly to torture.

“Hahahahaha stohohohop ihihit!” You wanted to try something but you didn’t know if it was gonna work. But if it did, maybe the odds would be in your favor. You reached out to scribble your fingers on his sides and sighed of relief when he flinched back. However, the look he gave you made your stomach drop.

“Oh, you wanna play dirty now?” He chortled. You immediately started begging and pleading but he wasn’t having any of it. He bent down and blew a big, fat, slobbery raspberry right under your belly button. The scream you let out was unnatural and faded into silent laughter. He blew 2 more raspberries on your side and below your ribs and finally sat back to observe the puddle of giggly mush he made you. “So, are you done being bratty?” He started poking at your ribs for persuasion.

You arched your back and nodded frantically. “YEHEHES! Ihihihim sohorry. Really sorry.” You giggled. Steve pinched your belly once more and finally got off of you.

You rolled to your side to catch your breath better. “That was so unfair. I wasn’t even being that bratty.” You glared at him.

Steve chuckled and carried you to place you on the bed. “I know. I just needed a reason to cheer you up quickly.” He rubbed your back affectionately.

“Thanks Stevie. As much as I hate to admit it, I do feel better.” You smirked.

“I’m glad,” he chuckled. “Now get some rest. Leave this there,” he said, taking your laptop and putting it on the table. “And sleep. You deserve it. And tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a nice ice cream place we could go to. You’d like that?” You nodded and settled into bed.

“Yeah. Goodnight Steve.” He got up and kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight.” He left and closed the door, getting a glass of water and going back to bed himself.

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forwhycas · 4 years

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Oh What a World (part 2)

So this part is wayyyyy longer than the first part, but it super cute and we find out a bit more about Charlie, super fluffy and swearing since who doesn't love a beautiful girl who swears like a trucker! This picture of Joe gives me life (even thought its blurry, if anyone has a better quality version, please send it to me) I hope you enjoy:)

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When you got home you immediately hung up the clock and put the matching towels out as well. You snapped a picture and sent it to Joe.

Charlie: Be jealous!

Joey: I’m not, but I’m glad you like it. I have a lot of pictures from today, did you want me to send them?

Charlie: Yes please!

20 pictures later, and your favorite one was Joe holding you from behind your arms up pretending to be jack and rose from the titanic on the red steps. You zoomed in on somebodies face you noticed in the background, this woman’s face looked so annoyed, you screenshotted it and sent it to Joe.

Charlie: This woman’s face is how I’m going to feel waking up in the morning, because my shift starts at 8 L

Joey: So call out, I’m sure wherever you work can handle a day without you.

Charlie: Well, I wish they could but I work at a group home, so if their one person down the place kind of runs awkwardly. Which can cause some pretty pissed off kids.

Joey: You work at a group home?

Charlie: Yea it’s part time, and definitely the most interesting job I’ve had. I might see if someone can cover for me though, I can feel myself already struggling to get out of bed tomorrow morning.

You txt your coworker Emily, reminding her that she owed you.

Charlie: Remember when I covered your shift that week you went on vacation with your friends?

Emily: Yes, do you need me to cover you this week?

Charlie: Yes please, final exams start next and I’m stressing L

Emily: I got you, I’ll txt Eric to let him know what’s going on.

Charlie: Thank you!

You sighed with relief, while yes finals were next week, you were fully prepared! You just really haven’t had a day off from work in a long time, and you mine as well use the favor. You smiled at the fact that you could hang out with Joe tomorrow, he was easy to be yourself around and it was refreshing. Your phone vibrated.

Joey: So?

Charlie: A whole week covered, and this week my classes are online because finals are next week, so basically all I have to do is a bunch of practice quizzes.

Joey: So what are you going to do with your new found freedom?

You had so many ideas but the first one was to cover the tattoo you had on the side of your arm that had your exes initials. You facetimed Joe. When he picked up he was in bed looking super cozy, you kind of wished you were still with him, laying on his couch.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have the best idea! See this tattoo right here?” He nodded. “I want to get this covered up tomorrow.”

“Who’s initials are those?”

“My ex’es.”

“Ah, well then I’m all for that.”

“Want to come with me?” He yawned and nodded. “Awesome, do you have any tattoos that need covering?” He snorted.

“I don’t have any tattoos Charlie.” He yawned again.

“Well I have…” You started to count on your free hand. “10? No 14! Yea 14, catch up! Anyways go to bed grandpa! Meet me at mine for 11, I’m on the 5th floor, my last name is on the door. Do you even know my last name?” He nodded.

“Everleigh? Right?” You nodded and said goodnight, he waved then hung up. You hopped in the shower and towel dried your hair the best you could before falling asleep. You awoke to pounding on your door. You checked your phone and you had 3 txt’s from Joe.

Joey: I’m up, and heading over with coffee.

Joey: Warning I’m out of breath and I’ve only walked up two flights of stairs.

Joey: Your still asleep!

The last txt was 10 minutes ago. You sprung up out of bed, realizing you slept in just underwear you grabbed your bath robe and wrapped it around you. You unlocked the door, and Joe was holding a tray with two coffees, an annoyed look on his face. You smiled, “Morning sunshine!” his face softened when you spoke, he pushed past you, you could feel the coldness radiating off of him.

“Good morning, glad you got some extra sleep.” He smiled and slumped down onto your couch. Placing the tray of coffee on your end table. You sat down next to him and reached over him to grab one, placing it in his hand and then grabbing the other one.

“Sorry, I guess I forgot to set an alarm. Thanks for the coffee, do you want something to eat?” You got up and went to your cabinets, you remembered the muffins you bought from the bakery down the block 2 days ago. “I have blueberry muffins!” You turned around to look at him. “I’m trying to cure your morning grumpiness with delicious muffins and you look like you want to kill me, has this friendship already run its course?” He chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He got up and came over to you.

“You have a piece of hair sticking up the opposite way…there.” He was so close to you, not moving. “Also yes, I’ll take a muffin please.” You reached up to grab the container and put them on the counter, you got a pan and started to melt some butter on it. Joe was leaning against your counter on his phone.

“Do you want a whole one, or a half one?”

“I’ll split one with you, I’m not super into eating this early.” He nodded then went back to his phone. “There’s a really good tattoo shop called village tattoo, it’s by Washington Park. I went there with my friend Sebastian once, they do some good work. What are you getting to cover that up anyways?”

“I think I’m gonna get some daisy’s and roses, It’ April’s and June’s birth month flower.” You cut the muffin half and through them on the pan, it sizzled slightly. You took a sip of coffee.

“Who’s birthday is it in April and June?”

“Well my dad’s birthday was April 17th, and mine is June 16th.” You grabbed some plates and grabbed one half of the muffin handing the plate with the muffin on it to Joe. You grabbed yours as well. “Try it.” You smiled weakly at him. You took a bite and you moaned. “Oh fuck this is good…” Joe took a dramatic bite, and his eyes rolled back into his head. “See it’s delicious! Your welcome for warming it up for you!” You nudged him in the side. “Right while you make love to that muffin I’m gonna get dressed. Make yourself at home.” You winked at him and walked across the living room to your door, you left it slightly open. You went through your closet and found a NYU long sleeve, you contemplated putting on a bra but did so anyways, you then contemplated putting on actual pants, you did that as well. Joe was walking around yourliving room, looking at all the paintings, mostly landscapes, and the family photos of you and your dad.

“Are you an only child?” Joe yelled.

“Yup!” You yelled with a mouth full of tooth paste. “You?” You spit it out and rinsed with some mouthwash. You washed your face and moisturized. Joe yelled another question.

“A brother and a sister! Just you and your dad?”

You took a deep breath and walked out of your room. “My mom dipped when I was about 10, I don’t remember much of her.” You walked over to your shoe tray and started to tie your nikes. “How far is this tattoo shop? Also is it grossly cold outside?” Joe put his still cold hands on the sides of your face. “Yea it’s grossly cold outside.” You pushed his hands away and wrapped the purple scarf you bought the day before, and the matching gloves. “Wallet!” You went to your cabinet above your fridge, where you always put it. Joe gave you a weird look. “The dead lock on this door sucks so I figure if someone’s going to break in the last place they would look for money is above the fridge.” You shrugged.

“I have never seen a woman get ready so fast in my life.” You were zipping up your jacket and putting your wallet in your inside breast pocket. “Impressive, really.” You smiled at him and grabbed your coffee from the counter, grabbing your keys from the hook next to the door.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

Joe convinced you to take the subway for once. You just hated confined spaces. Which you expressed to him, but he told you that you had to get over your fear eventually. You sat so close to him your thighs touched. “Are you for real right now?” You turned your head towards him, not realizing how close you guys really were. You glanced at his lips for a split second. Then darted up to his eyes.

“Yes, I’m claustrophobic, and I’m not just saying that.” He rolled his eyes and he put his hand out on his thigh, motioning for you to grab it. You hesitated and decided to just rest your head on his shoulder instead. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath. He ended up grabbing your hand anyways. “Ugh Joe! Why are your hands so sweaty!”

“Because it’s hot in here, I can’t help it!” He let go of your hand, wiped his hand on your jeans, then grabbed your hand again. “Better?” You snorted and gave him a disgusted look.

“Yes, now that I have all of these Joe germs on my leg. Much better, thank you.” He rolled his eyes at you and reached in his pocket for his phone, he was scrolling through Instagram, you looked over his shoulder being snoopy. “I forgot to tell you, I started to watch Dear Sidewalk the other night with Dean.” You paused.

“And?” He stopped scrolling and he looked at you from the side since your head was still on his shoulder.

“Your very cute as a mailman…” Joe shook his head and continued scrolling.

“Wait till you get to the end…”

“I will say it’s odd having an actor as a friend, because while I’m watching Gardner going through all of this lovey dovey shit, all I can think about is you snorting orange juice out of your nose the other day at breakfast…”

“Just when I thought you forgot…”

“I wish I got it on video, I’d show it to every news outlet, make so much bank!” You chuckled to yourself, Joe turned towards you fully. “I’m joking!” You rolled your eyes and rested your head back on his shoulder, you grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and started to scroll through your Instagram as well.

“So you do have social media…”

“You’ve probably been spelling my last name wrong, I don’t know how though since it’s on my apartment door…” You grabbed his phone from his hands and looked up your Instagram account everleigh.charliee93, you followed it for him.

“Do me a favor and stalk me later though.”

“Who says I’ll stalk your Instagram?”

“It’s human nature to be curious, I’m a psych major remember?” The train stopped and your breath hitched, squeezing his hand in the process.

“Relax, this is our stop anyways.” He got up, putting his phone back in his pocket, his hands still attached to yours. You let it go once when you got back onto the streets, you saw the tattoo shop sign a few minutes later and squealed with excitement! Once inside you took your gloves off and waited at the front desk. A girl came out from the back with bright pink hair and gave you guys a cute smile.

“What can I do for you guys today?”

“I’m looking to get some letting covered up with some floral creation.” You stripped off your jacket and put it over Joe’s shoulder, then pulled up your sleeve, she took a look and asked what you were thinking for flowers. You told her your idea and she nodded and went to go get another artist.

“This is Nick, he loves a good floral piece. Nick this is…”

“Charlie! Nice to meet you.” You gave him a warm smile and he smiled back. Joe noticed how he wasn’t the only one who was effected by your smile. Nick’s face almost dropped when your face lit up.

“So what kind of flowers are we talking about?”

“Roses and daisies, just enough to cover this, not too much.” You motioned to the side of your left forearm.

“Color?”

“I think I’ll keep it black and white for now.”

“Right let me take a few pictures and then size up the area and then I can get you a price range.” After doing so the damage was 200$

“Yea that sounds about right! Do you have time for it today?”

“I have the whole afternoon open, give me about 45 minutes to do a few sketches, then we can get going on it! Have a seat and I’ll come grab you when I’m ready. Rider can grab a copy of your ID and have you sign a few things in the mean-time.” You pulled out your wallet and started the process. You finally sat down on their huge couch in their waiting area, putting your legs over Joe’s lap.

“What do tattoo’s feel like anyways?” Joe asked as he rested his hands on your legs.

“The only way I can describe it is like a sunburn jabbing into your skin over and over again. Some places hurt a lot, others don’t. It also depends on a person’s pain tolerance, I have a pretty good tolerance for pain, so it doesn’t bother me too much.” You looked back down on your phone, smiling a little as you txted a potential date. “Is a paint and sip a good idea for a date?”

“I would enjoy that, I have no artistic ability what so ever, but I’m sure someone would enjoy that. Why?”

“I think I’m gonna ask this guy from my stats class out to do a paint and sip next weekend after finals are over.” Joe appeared great from the outside but in all actuality he was annoyed.

“Friday or Saturday night?”

“Ummmm, Friday night.” Joe was actually annoyed now, he had asked you to go out with him and his friend that night.

“I thought you were coming out with me and my friend that night?” He tried not to outwardly appear pissed.

“Well the paint and sip is at 6, I’m not meeting you guys till 9, right?” You looked up at him from your phone still smiling giddily.

“True, but I wanted to pre-game with you!” He frowned like a child.

“Well, pretend I’m their in spirit, I’ll be pre gaming with wine, so I’ll be showing up slightly buzzed.” You looked back down at your phone, and giggled when he said yes. “Ha, he said yes!”

“You make it look so easy!” Joe crossed his arms, turning to face you.

“That’s because it is…” You rolled your eyes, then felt bad for being bratty. “Look if I can casually ask someone out, anyone can! Who are you interested in right now?” You, he thought. He was shocked that he thought that, but then realized it was probably just because you were new in his life, he was fixated on you. He was blushing though.

“Nobody? Yea no one.”

“Nobody? Everybody is interested in someone.”

“I mean, one person, I think?”

“You think?” He shrugged.

“Alright Charlie, let’s get you started!” Nick came out and he motioned for you follow him. Joe was relieved he was saved from the conversation going any further. You sprung up and grabbed Joe by the arm. Rider was right Nick enjoyed a good floral tattoo. He came up with 4 solid layouts in just under an hour. You loved all of them but went with the third choice as it flowed better with the shape of your arm. “So who’s initials are these anyways? I love getting a good story from new clients.” He was shaving the peach fuzz away as you got comfy in his chair.

“My ex-fiance’. Quinten.”

“Wow, well he fucked up!”

“Royally.”

“I see you have some other tattoo’s, but I always like to break a tattoo session in half, give the client a break for a smoke or some food. Where did you get your other tattoos from?”

“I’m from the cape, so mostly black pearl and coastline. I like to keep it local.”

“I love the cape actually, I’ve been to black pearl, where’s coastline?”

“Provincetown, all the way at the tip of Mass.” He put the stencil on and gripped it with his hand.

“I’ll have to check it out! So about the flowers, just your favorite flowers or?”

“Oh, well my dad passed about 6 years now, and his birth month flower are daisies, and mine are roses, so I figured I’d cover up this assholes initials with something meaningful.” You shrugged. Joe didn’t know this but had a hunch since there weren’t many recent pictures of you with your dad back at your apartment.

“Well I’m sure he would love it, my dad passed away a while back as well. Fuck cancer.” Nick frowned.

“I’m so sorry, your right fuck cancer!”

“How did your dad pass, if you don’t mind me asking?” There was always something about opening up to a tattoo artist, they made it so easy, they were like your therapist.

“Early on set dementia. Very early…” You frowned but gave him a faint smile.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Fuck Dementia!” You chuckled.

“Fuck dementia!” You responded and looked over at Joe, who looked like his whole world had crashed and burned. He was thinking about you being sad and it made his heart sink. He just wanted to wrap you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was. But instead he said ‘fuck dementia’.

“Alright darlin, gonna start off with some outlines, then we’ll break and do some shading! Sound good.” Nick questioned.

“Yes sir!” After an hour of outlining and he got to one spot where it just felt like shit, your free hand grabbed Joe’s thigh, you bit your lip. “Wow that’s a tender spot.” Joe was brought out of his day dreaming session when your hand collided with his thigh. He was a year into your Instagram, you were right stalking someone else’s social media was just human nature. His free hand grabbed yours and he gave it a squeeze and a reassuring smile as he continued scrolling, he hit the post where you posted about your engagement. He didn’t even realize you had started to talk to him. “Earth to Joe?”

“I’m sorry what?” He looked up from his phone fast.

“I said you should get me some McDonald’s when Nick here is done with the outline. Pretty please.” You gave him the cutest smile ever, squinting your eyes together.

“Well I can’t say no to that face, you’re lucky your cute when you do that.”

“Oh my god, was that a compliment? Did I hear cute come out of that mouth?”

“Yes, it was, don’t get used to it. What do you want?”

“Everything off of the menu! Just kidding, I have to be stoned for that. Maybe just some McChickens and a large fry.” Joe was learning so much about you today.

“Right, well I’m make sure not to go on a McDick’s run for you when your stoned then.” Nick was finished and wrapped your arm up. You stretched and let out a squeal, then yawned. Another thing to add to the list of cute things you do, he thought. You gave him your card, and he fought with you about how it was just McDonalds. “Well maybe Nick want’s something?”

“I could go for a happy meal, mostly for the toy, my daughter loves those!”

“See Nick’s kid wants a cute toy, take the plastic square!” You waved it in front of his face, he was un-amused. “Do it for the kid Joe, unless you hate kids!”

“Definitely don’t hate kids, kids are great.” He zipped up his jacket, and left. Nick already had a cigarette between his lips and was gearing up to go out to have a smoke. It’s been months since you had one and just looking at it you already knew you were gonna ask to bum one off of him.

“Nick can I trouble you for one of those bad boys?” he nodded and handed you one.

“Didn’t think you would be the type, but yea kid here ya go.” You got your jacket on and headed outside with him, you sat on the bench that was right outside of the shops window, and sat down with him, he lit it for you and you guys got to talking about each-others dads and laughing about funny times you’ve had with them. Joe was walking back towards you and he crinkled his nose when he saw you take a drag. Not cute when you smoked, but it was somehow hot when you did. He was annoyed with himself for thinking that you looked hot when you did that and he finally approached you guys. 4 bags in one hand.

“Alright so we got not one but two happy meals, because kids are great,” he glared at you “four McChikens, 3 large fries and a big mac.” He was staring at your lips as they curved around the cig and then blew out the smoke.

“Thanks Joe!”

“Thanks man! I can’t wait to see what toys these things have.” Nick put out his cig and you did to and you guys all chowed down before going back inside again. The shading seemed to go by faster and before you knew it, it was done. You got up to look at it in the mirror, you could cry, it was so pretty. You just nodded your head and hugged Nick. He blushed when you did so, catching him off guard with such a personal gesture. He took a few pictures and Joe took some for you on your phone.

“Alright 150$.”

“You said 200 before?”

“Yes but your cool and sat so nicely for me, also your friend here got me some food. So 150$.”

You pulled out your card and paid and then slid him a 20$. He thanked you and you and Joe said goodbye to him and Rider.

“So what now? It’s almost 4…”

“I don’t know about you but I really could for a good nap.” You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets.

“I’m always ready for a nap.” Joe smiled at you. You convinced him again to walk since you had enough of the subway. “If were gonna walk can we nap at my place, it’s closer and my legs hurt from walking yesterday.” You nodded and 20 minutes later you were in his kitchen cracking open a beer, annoyed that he was still deciding what to watch.

“Joe! You’ve been searching for something for ages, just pick something, I’m really not picky, I’ll watch anything.” He ignored you and he kept searching. “Family guy?” he nodded. “Finally!” You yelled from the kitchen. He was laying on the couch. And you couldn’t help it, you snuggled up next to him, he didn’t mind at all. “This is fine right? Because I wanted to lay down first but your long ass legs took my spot first…” he rolled his eyes at you.

“When you fall asleep don’t drool, this is a new sweater.” You rolled your eyes this time. Family guy was playing in the background and you closed your eyes. Between Joe’s laughing and the rising and falling of his chest you passed out quick. When you woke up Joe was wrapped around you, one of his arms draped over your waist, the other wrapped around your shoulder, your head resting on his bicep. He smelled delicious, his sweater heating you up, his bicep soft and comforting on the side of your face. You could stay like this forever, you shut your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep.

When Joe awoke he realized he completely attached himself to you, but you looked so warm and cozy to him, one of your arms was underneath the pillow his head rested under and the other over his chest clutching at his sweater, he stretched his free arm and watched as you shivered so he grabbed the blanket that was draped over the side of his couch, he gingerly moved a piece of hair away from your face and watched you snuggled back into his arm, he could feel your soft breaths tickle it. He wrapped his arm back around your waist and fell back asleep.

You awoke to the smell of coffee and something greasy. You had the blanket still wrapped around you and it smelled like Joe, you smiled and got up to stretch. “So did I drool on you?” Joe jumped a little as you entered his kitchen.

“Nope! Much appreciated.” Joe was in sweatpants and a hoodie, which reminded you of the sweatpants you bought the other day.

“MY SWEATPANTS!” You ran to the bathroom and put them on, along with washing your tattoo and finding some lotion on the top shelf of his medicine cabinet. You walked out and smiled while hopping up onto his counter. “I feel so much better, sleeping in those jeans was the worst! Also falling asleep in a bra is disgustingly annoying as well.”

“Is that what was digging into my rib cage all night?”

“You think it was digging into your rib cage all night! I have marks from the underwire!”

“Well I’m making pancakes, so hopefully that’ll cheer you up.”

“I fucking love pancakes! My dad always used to put m&m’s in them for me!” You smiled at him.

“Sadly I don’t have any, but I’ll make a mental note for next time.” After breakfast you continued to watch some more family guy, before you started to get ready to leave.

“Alright I guess I should head out, I’m already pre stressing for finals next week, make sure to txt me every once and a while to make sure I’m alive.” He chuckled.

“I don’t miss college, but I will try to remember to shoot you a ‘are you still breathing’ txt.”

“You’re the best! Alright wish me luck I’m gonna take the subway.”

“Wow, all on your own! They grow up so fast!” He wiped away a fake tear.

“Shut up!” You gave him a quick hug and you were on your way home. Subway wasn’t too bad, although you missed your stop twice, so it took you an extra 30 minutes to get home.

Charlie: Finally home, I missed my stop twice! But I did it! Also I’ve finally taken off my bra and my boobs feel ten times happier!

Joey: So proud, glad your boobs aren’t angry anymore.

You chuckled and took a long shower, right when you got out someone was knocking on your door. It was either Dean or your neighbor asking for something. Dean lived on the third floor and always came knocking for something. And your instincts were right, an out of breath Dean in half drag was standing there, hands on his knees.

“I need to borrow some hair spray and hair gel to lay these edges, help!” You pulled him by the arm and sat him down on your toilet as you helped him style his edges.

“Where have you been! I’ve been txting you for like 2 days and nothing!” He was using your mascara and a few other of your scarce beauty supplies.

“Oh I was with Joe! He took me on a tour of the city on Friday and then yesterday we went to get a tattoo, I just got home a few hours actually.” Dean smirked at you. “What!”

“You like him! You were with him for two days straight? Don’t answer me, or anybody in the group chat. You totally like him!”

“I do not! He’s just a new friend and he helps me navigate the city, still a newby remember!”

“Have you slept with him?”

“What! No! Don’t get any craze ideas either, nothing is going on between us.” He was still giving you that same look. “Stop it! Finish up or you’ll be late!”

“Charlie if you haven’t noticed, you have an effect on guys. You bat those long eye lashes of yours or give that cute cheesin smile and they are hooked.” You looked at him baffled.

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Your fucking gorgeous and you don’t realize it, it’s a tragedy.” He was shaking his head and gave you a kiss on the cheek before he put your makeup bag away and started off for the front door. “Joe is gonna fall in love with you I can already tell…” he pulled you in for a hug. “Don’t forget to txt me tomorrow around 3 so we can take that online practice quiz together!” You nodded as he started to gingerly walk down the stairs in his glittery red go-go boots.

“Please be careful in those shoes! Have fun tonight!”

“You know it girl! Dinner is on me tomorrow night!” You chuckled and closed and locked your door again. Doing your nightly routine, and finally passing out around 3am, shortly after Dean sent you a ‘I’m alive and home safe’ txt. When you woke up it was 1pm, and you were scrolling through Instagram. You decided to post the picture of your new tattoo, ‘daisies and roses and permanent ink, oh my!’. You finally got out of bed a half hour later and txted Dean to make sure he would be up in time to take the practice quiz in time with you.

Charlie: Your bitch ass better be up! T-1 hour till practice quiz.

Queen Dean: My bitch ass is up and doing a facial, counting my cash, I’m thinking Chinese food for dinner?

Charlie: I’ve been eating like shit lately so I mine as well keep the trend going!

Queen Dean: That’s my girl! Order it now by the time it get’s here I’ll be over, make sure to get extra egg rolls!

Charlie: Of course!

Dean came barreling in 20 minutes later, green face mask on and everything.

“I brought a sheet mask for you, and some undereye treatment, because those under eye circles are DARK! Don’t worry this will help though chica!” You chuckled at him and shuffled over on your couch.

“I lit some candles, put your fave musical on and I have tissues just in case we cry, I think were set for this practice quiz.”

“Your like my mom, stop it! But thank you, you know I have that test anxiety, I wish I could take all of my exams with you, you definitely know how to calm down a hysterical gay man.” He kissed your cheek, and set up his computer on your coffee table, your phone buzzed.

Joey: good luck on your practice exam!

You smiled and put your phone down. Dean of course picking up on your classic wide eyed smile. “Are you sure you don’t like him just a little bit?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Dean I’m sure, he’s just wishing me luck on my practice exam, simple gesture, calm down.” Just then someone started to knock on your door. “FOOD!” Dean laughed at your excitement and got up to pay, all singles. “I see you had a goodnight.”

“I’m convinced it’s because of the new fishnets you bought me, so thank you, now please shove these crab ragoons into your stomach, I can hear it yelling at me from here.” He placed all the food out on your coffee table and you two counted down the minutes till the exam. It took you an hour and a half out of the 2 it gave you. After demolishing all the food you were exhausted. Dean was already asleep in your bed but you were wired, and also too full to function. You decided to txt Joe.

Charlie: While Dean is passed out after that hour and half torture, I’m over here in a food coma ready to do 5 more exams, any tips to tire me out?

Joey: Tea? A nice run? Sex?

You snorted when you read that last one.

Charlie: I do have tea, I’m in no shape to run, and sex? Well, I have no one to really do that with at the moment, sadly.

Joey: Well what about Dean?

Charlie: Dean is very much gay.

Joey: Did not know that. Well what about tinder? Isn’t that what every young person uses these days?

Charlie: Joe you do realize you are also young, right?

Joey: Well yes, but 33 years old’s on tinder is weird, for you though it’ll be easy.

Charlie: Maybe I should call up Bradley from my stats class, I mean I was gonna wait till the paint and sip to try to get some action, but…

Joey: You’re going to fuck a guy named Brad?

Charlie: BRADLEY! Also sex is sex, who cares what the person’s name is, you’re the one who suggested it!

Joey: I mean you’re right.

Charlie: Alright I’m done talking sex with you, I think I’m just gonna stick with tea for now, Bradley can wait till Friday!

After a week of practice quizzes and a lot of fast food courtesy of Dean, you had come down with a nasty cold, probably due to stress, just in time for actual finals. You had to not only cancel your date but also going out with Joe and his friend.

Charlie: I have a cold, I just had to cancel on Bradley:(

Joey: Well there goes your opportunity to get laid! Are you cancelling on me and Chase as well?

Charlie: If I didn’t have finals next week, I would push myself to go out, but I can’t. I’m sorry Joe L

Joey: Hey it’s ok, I think I might just cancel on him and reschedule to when you’re feeling better, I saw him last night anyways.

Charlie: I was looking forward to getting properly fuck up with you and him, but yea it’s gonna have to wait till next year.

Joey: Next year?

Charlie: Yea after finals, I’m out of here and I’ll be home for 2 weeks. Which reminds me, I got you a gift!

Joey: Oh did you?

Charlie: Nothing big, just a little something.

Joey: Well now I have to go get you something epic.

Charlie: You really don’t need to, I just saw it and I was like ‘Joe would like this’ so I got it.

Joey: Yea I’m gonna get you something now.

Charlie: I wanna see you before I leave though, maybe a movie night?

Joey: Sounds good to me, when were you thinking?

Charlie: Well I’m taking all my finals on Tuesday and Wednesday, so Thursday?

Joey: Sounds good, I’ll see you then.

Charlie: Remember to check up on me to see if I’m still alive, because I’m gonna need all the luck I can get!

Joey: Don’t be so dramatic, but I promise I will.

You laughed, as you made your way to your kitchen to make some tea. After a long couple of days and a lot of cold medicine by Wednesday your cold was almost gone, just in time for your stats exam, the one you were nervous for the most.

Charlie: I’m about to take my stats of psych exam, if I don’t txt you by at least 7, I’m dead on the floor.

Joey: lol, you’ll do just fine.

You chugged some water and took a caffeine pill to keep you alert. 3 hours later you were half asleep on your couch and your phone chimed.

Joey: It’s 7, are you dead?

Charlie: Nope, but I feel it, I’m actually tired and ready to fall asleep at a normal time, this is odd.

Joey: Go to bed then, I’ll see you tomorrow night. My place or yours?

Charlie: Mine, I don’t want to leave this apartment till I have to drive home Friday night.

Joey: Alright, so I’ll see you tomorrow night around 7. Also why did you drive into the city, it’s going to be a nightmare for you to get out of here with all the tourists!

Charlie: Yea 7 is good, also I didn’t feel like shipping all of my stuff from Mass to here, so I stuffed my car with all of my shit, and I’m an aggressive driver so it’ll be fine. I’m gonna drink some tea and pass the fuck out, see you tomorrow night Joey!

Joey: Ugh. Stop with Joey, goodnight Charlie.

It was 1 in the afternoon when you awoke, you checked your phone and there were 5 txts from Dean.

Queen Dean: Charlie, I need to borrow those sequined tights you have.

Queen Dean: Is your bitch ass still asleep?

Queen Dean: It’s noon, you never sleep this late, have exams really killed you?

Queen Dean: I miss you!

Queen Dean: Come out with me and the gang tonight!

You smiled, and finally opened your eyes enough to txt him back.

Charlie: Me and Joe are doing a movie night, so I can’t, when I get back though I promise I’ll go out with everyone.

Queen Dean: Ughhhhhhhh, I’m coming down for those tights, so put clothes on.

You groaned and wrapped your robe around you, you unlocked the door for him and made your way to the kitchen to start making some food. Dean came in a few minutes later with a plate of pancakes and bacon. You moaned when he sat them down in front of you.

“Ed just woke up too, so he made a plate for you. Where’s those tights!” You shoved some food in your mouth and got up to go to your dresser pulling them out for him.

“Please don’t rip them, I haven’t worn them yet!” Dean was about the same build as you, just much taller. So he borrowed a lot of your basic essential wardrobe.

“I promise! Enjoy that food, I gotta do a dry run of my outfit for tonight. Speaking of tonight, you and Joe?” He wiggled his eye brows.

“Me and Joe hang out all the time just us two. Although last time I did fall asleep on him…” You thought back to his arms wrapped around you and you started to blush.

“Oh my god! You did not tell me about this, how was that? He does have some nice arms.”

“Well I told you about how he took me to that tattoo shop, after that we went back to his and watched some family guy and I fell asleep on top of him and when I woke up I was gonna skip out but his arms were around me so I stayed. And your right his arms are quite nice…”

“Oh my god you do like him!”

“Nope, but he’s nice looking I’m not gonna deny that.”

“Would you sleep with him?”

“Jesus Dean!”

“I bet you he’s lar…”

“I really don’t want to think about Joe’s dick! He’s my friend, just like you’re my friend, nothing more!”

“Well that’s too bad you would look cute next to him, sure he’s a little bit older but you two would be cute together!”

“I’m not really looking to be in a relationship with anybody for a while, last one really fucked me up.”

“Well don’t date him then, just fuck and be friends.” Dean shrugged.

“Not really into casual sex these days.”

“Ugh! Your lame sometimes, I’m gonna leave you to eat your food, have fun with Joe, tell him I said hi!” He left with your tights and you devoured the pancakes. You ended up falling asleep again, and woke up around 6:30. You checked your phone, and you had a txt from Joe.

Joey: Heading over now, I picked up some snacks.

Shit! You hopped in the shower and just as you were getting out you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wrapped a towel around your head and secured your robe around your body. You opened the door and Joe looked so cozy in his sweatpants and Yankees hoodie.

“Sorry I fell asleep again, but I’m up!” You moved aside so he could come in. Joe tried his hardest not to eye you up and down, since your robe was way too short. “Make yourself at home, I’m gonna put some clothes on.” You closed the door behind him and made your way back to your bathroom. You got on your usual attire and tied up your hair in a bun.

“I got skittles, pop-corn, chocolate covered almonds, and m&m’s!” Joe yelled from your living room. You smiled as you rubbed your moisturizer into your face. You came out and plopped onto your couch next to him.

“You know I’ve gained a whole 7 pounds since I started to hang out with you.” You said as you grabbed the bag of m&m’s.

“Hey I just like good food, you’re the one who always eats whatever I get.” He stuck his hand in the bag and devoured whole hand full of m&m’s.

“So I’m thinking Wizard of Oz, it’s my favorite, but I will cry when Dorothy says goodbye to everyone in Oz, so fair warning on that.” You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and through it over you and Joe.

“I mean that is a very sad part, I’ll probably cry as well.” You turned the t.v on and started the movie up, you couldn’t help but sing along with Judy Garland as she sang somewhere over the rainbow. Jo stared at you in disbelief, he didn’t know you could sing. Another thing to add to the list of cute things he thought. “Oh wow.” He was looking at you.

“What, I can’t not sing along.” You shrugged.

“Yea but you can sing, like good! Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Run, I cannot run to save my life.” You laughed.

“Ha! I can run, so I have one thing over you, that and my height!” He had a smug look on his face.

“Well congrats on being a giraffe.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag of kettle corn, and through some pieces of it at his head. “Don’t you dare throw any at my hair, it’ll get lost!”

“So you can throw food at me but I can’t throw food at you? That seems very unfair.”

“Life’s unfair!” You shoved some of it in your mouth and then snuggled up next to him. He welcomed you with open arms. As the movie went on and it got to when Dorothy was saying goodbye to everyone in Oz, you tried your hardest not to cry, but the tears poured out. You looked up at Joe to see if he was crying as well, he wasn’t but he did look super sad, he caught you staring and you smiled at him as tears ran down your face.

“Jesus Charlie you weren’t kidding.” His free hand reached for the side of your face and wiped them away, his hand lingered just a little bit too long and you began to blush at the contact, it was sweet and you almost melted into his touch. When his hand moved away you turned to look at the tv again. “Any other movies that make you cry?”

“Marley and Me, Pride and Prejudice, Titanic, The Persuit of Happyness, My Girl, Awkenings, The Green Mile, ummmmm oh and Finding Neverland!” You looked up at him, eyes still glossy.

“Right well, let’s not ever watch any of those! Although those are all great movies, don’t feel like seeing you cry anymore.” You got up from leaning into his side and reached for the remote.

“Here, you pick something.” You handed him the remote then assumed your position next to him.

“Your like a cat, you know that?” He motioned to the way you were curled up next to him.

“You should see me when I go home to my dog, he get’s annoyed so fast when I make him sleep in my bed and I’m all up in his personal bubble.”

“What kind of dog?”

“Jacks a Chocolate lab, he’s 4, and he is the absolute love of my life, I’m so excited to go home to see him.” Joe looked down at you and you had that wide smile on your face, the one you make when you talk about something that makes your extremely happy.

“Who takes care of him when your gone?”

“My Aunt Sherry, she lives a town over, which means when I pick him up he’s going to be even more excited to see me because I’m taking him on a car ride, and those are his favorite!” Joe was in awe of how happy you were right now, and his heart was racing just imagining how cute you would look sleeping in bed with your dog next to you. “If I remember I’ll facetime you when I get home Friday night so you can see how fucking crazy he get’s when he’s in my car.” Joe nodded at you and finally decided on Dunkirk. “Oh this is the one with Harry Styles in it! He’s so pretty, I’m pumped now.”

“Harry Styles?”

“Yea he was in one direction? You know that song what makes you beautiful?” He looked down at you with his eye brows furrowed. “Ugh I keep forgetting your older than me, hold please.” You reached for your phone and looked up all the members for him. “This ringing a bell?”

“They’re all English right?”

“Yup! And Harry was always my favorite, so I am pumped! Even though it’s a sad movie I’m ready to see this man’s perfect face.” A few minutes in and their he was. “Ahhhhhh look at him, that’s my man!”

“So your into older English men?”

“Well fist of all, I’m the same age as him and second of all I don’t have a type. But you’re going to look at me in the eyes and tell me he’s not an attractive person?” He looked at the screen again and paused it.

“I mean he’s not ugly.” He shrugged.

“You should here him sing, he’s a fucking angel!” Joe pushed play and the movie continued. You ended up falling asleep an hour in, per usual. Joe nudged you and you buried your face further into his side.

“Well hello, you were so excited to see Harry that you fell asleep and missed the ending.”

“He didn’t die did he?” You yawned and slowly sat up straight.

“No, you missed so many good parts though, promise me you’ll re-watch it when you get home.”

“Promise.” You yawned again and stretched your arms up, Joe got up and headed for your door, he started to tie his shoes, you gathered all the leftover snacks for him.

“No keep them, eat them on your way home tomorrow, think of it as a filler Christmas gift, because I’m still figuring out what to get you.” You wrapped your arms around him going on your tippy toes, he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and buried his face into your neck. You pulled away slightly, your arms loosening their grip, however his arms were pulling you closer. You could hear your heart pounding through your ears, he glanced at your lips and you found yourself moving closer to his. His breath fanned onto your lips and you closed your eyes, you’d suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“Charlie!” your eyes snapped open and both you and Joe jumped away from each other. You leaned your head out of your doorway to see a drunk Dean staggering towards you. “Shit was I interrupting something?”

“No!” You and Joe stated at the same time. “Um no, were just saying goodbye.” You smiled shyly at Joe. Dean was clearly drunk.

“Hey Dean! Fun night?” Joe was blushing and thank god Dean was too drunk to pick up on anything.

“Yea! You guys should have been their!” Dean smiled at Joe and you.

“Well next time I’ll gladly go out with you guys. Promise…I’m gonna head out, you guys enjoy your winter break! Bye Charlie.” He gave you both a small wave and you watched him head down the stairs. You let out a sigh, and turned your attention to Dean, you helped him to his apartment and then went to bed thinking about Joe.

#joe mazzelo x reader #imagine #fluff #swearing #fanfic

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i-purple-you9598 · 6 years

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KIM SEOKJIN

You were lying on the couch with your head resting on your boyfriend's lap while watching a movie in the living room. That afternoon you had an amazing time with Jin. A few hours before, you were leaving exhausted from work, your boss seemed to have a bad day and has spent his time embittering others.You just wanted to get home and relax all the weekend. When you opened the door you found your boyfriend in the kitchen cooking dinner. You approached him and hugged him from behind while you kissed his back.

“You know I love you right?”

“ I know babe”

He turned around to hug you tight “have a shower while I finish cooking, okay? And after dinner we can watch a movie if you want.” you nod in response.

And there you were, watching a movie with a blanket over you. You were focused on the film when you noticed that you were slowly closing your eyes until you completely fell asleep. After a few minutes Jin looked down because of your deep breathing and delicately pushed back some strands of hair that fell on your face, he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead before taking you in his arms securely to bring you to your room.

MIN YOONGI / SUGA

With a coffee in your hand you head towards the “Genius Lab”, you haven’t seen Yoongi for a while, so you decided that after work/school you would visit him at the studio. As soon as you enter to the studio, he turns around to look at you while you get closer and you give him his favourite coffee with a smile plastered in your face.

“Thanks love” says with his gummy smile and giving you a chaste kiss on your lips as he made you sit on his lap. You surround his waist with your arms while laying your head in the space between his shoulder and neck.

“How much time would it take you to finish it?” you ask, curl up in against his body.

“I still have a little left, you can wait at home if you want, you must be tired” He looks you in the eyes while it caresses your cheek delicately. You shake your head "I'm a bit tired, but I'll wait until you finish."

He hugs you tighter against him (if that is possible) bringing his chair closer to the table to continue working with you still sitting on his lap. Time passed and because of the fatigue and your boyfriends body heat you ended up asleep hugging him.

One hour later Yoongi finished his work "Jagi, I've finished, we can go home" when he didn’t hear an answer, he knew you fell asleep on him. Yoongi gently carried you and laid you on the couch that was in the studio, took a blanket and laid down beside you covering both of you while he cuddled you. A few minutes later he fell asleep next to you.

J-HOPE

With Hoseok being on Tour, your daily routine was going to work and when your schedule was finished, going back home; that was your routine of the last few weeks. You miss him so much. When you arrived to your apartment, you took off your shoes and lay down on the sofa, you didn’t have any energy at all, you closed your eyes so you could rest a little before start cooking dinner. A phone-call made you open your eyes “<3 Hobi <3 calling…” you get up quickly with a bright smile appeared in your face before taking the call.

“Hey Hobi, how are you?” “I’m fine princess, a bit tired, but talking to you makes my day” a slight blush appears on your cheeks as you laugh softly “I bet you're blushing, right now” “I’m not!!” “I have known you for a while now to know when you're lying babe” a sigh comes from you “ I miss you so much Hobi, you can’t imagine how much I need you right now” you say as tears form in your eyes. “ Aww I miss you too…” stops talking when he hears your sobs “ No, no sweetheart don’t cry please” he begs you, trying to calm you down.

You hadn't noticed the noise the door had made when it closed “I can’t see you cry” says before hanging up the call. Your hands covered your face and soft sobs came from you without being able to control it. You perceive arms around your waist and firmly attract you towards his shaped chest.You didn’t need to look at who he was, you could recognize that touch anywhere. You hug him back tightly and bury your face in his chest.Puts both hands on your jaw and lifts your face sweetly “Hey princess I’m here okay? I'm here” cleans the tears that are falling down your cheeks. He looks into your eyes, no words were needed, he hugs you again, hugs you again without leaving a separation between you two, your face now buried in his neck.When he noticed that you had calmed down he looked at you, when he saw you asleep, a smile escaped his lips. “I won't leave you alone for so long, I promise” Whispers while caressing your cheek.

KIM NAMJOON

Definitely you will go crazy, all week studying but it seemed that the theory didn't want to enter your head, you were going to end up banging your head with the book to know if you are able to memorize something in that way.You sigh, tightly closing the textbook you had on the desk and start beating yourself lightly against it.

“If you continue doing that you’re going to hurt yourself”

“I know Nam, but I’m getting stressed, I’m not able to memorize this, and the exam is tomorrow!” you rub your temples trying to take the pressure off it.

“You need to relax baby, take a break it will help you” says getting behind your chair and massaging your back.

“ I can’t Joon, I don’t have time to rest, I need to pass this test” you say opening your textbook again. Nam worried about you, you rip the textbook from your hands and leave it on one of the highest shelves. “Kim Namjoon... ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!” you say shocked, you stand up of your chair and start jumping trying recovering your book.

“You’re overworking yourself Y/N, you need to rest, if you continue like this you will end up with a headache and tomorrow you won’t be able to concentrate 100% on the exam” he says seriously, staring as you sit on the edge of your bed. He sits on the bed with his back resting on the headboard, you approach him and lean your head on his chest while you hug him.

“You know everything, you have studied a lot, you only need rest a little okay?” you hum in response closing your eyes as he caresses your hair. When you finally got asleep he kisses your forehead and covers you both with a quilt.

PARK JIMIN

“Y/N babe I’m Home” says with a tired voice. He has been rehearsing so much, all the boys are working so hard for the next comeback. You stay up late to be with him at least few minutes before going to sleep. He told you many times to not wait awake for him, because he didn’t know what time he would be back home, but that is a discussion he never won.

“Jiminie” you kissed his plum lips “ How were the rehearsals?” you ask taking his sport bag of his hands and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

“They gone well, but right now I’m exhausted and with a terrible back ache” says hugging you from behind. “What?!, I’m going to prepare you a warm bath, wait a minute” you walk quickly to the bathroom Jimin following you. “Jagi, you don’t have to…” You open the hot water tap and wait for it to fill up. “Shut up, take out your shirt and shit here” pointing to the stool that is next to you.

“If you want to see me naked you only have to say it baby girl” stares at you with a pervert look whereas he takes off his shirt, you stared at his abs for a second, and you shake your head “Sit down please” you stand behind him and start massaging his back. Soft sighs come out his mouth. “If I’m hurting you tell me please” you said worried “It’s okey princess, you’re not hurting me” takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “The water is ready, I’m gonna leave you alone so you can relax” he takes your hand interlacing your fingers “Take a bath with me please, you need to relax too” you nod with your head to start removing your clothes.

So there you were, with your back pressed against his firm chest, your head on his shoulder and eyes closed. His arms around your waist as he kiss your temple, your breath become deeper, he looks at you with glowing eyes. He kiss your nose trying to wake you up, you open your eyes slowly “Baby, you have fallen asleep” you groan “Let’s go to bed”, he grabs a towel and surrounds you with it as soon as you get out of the bathtub. It takes you to the bed and covers you both with the sheet, after a few minutes you fall deeply asleep.

Kim Taehyung / V

You and Tae have been in the train for a few hours. You two are heading to his parents house to finally meet them but due to the long ride Taehyung made you take the 8:30 A.M. train, meaning that you woke up pretty early in the morning after working late and it left you exhausted. Everything for you boyfriend though, you have want to meet his parents for awhile now so this was an opportunity that you couldn’t waste.

“Babe, Do you want something to eat? I’m going to buy a water bottle” Ask Tae standing up to go and find the lady with the trolley full of foods and drinks.

“Coffee. Lots of Coffee” You say trying not to yawn. Your boyfriend laughs while leaving and you take your phone out of your purse to check what time is it, but you end up checking everything but the time for the next five minutes until Taehyung appears next to you with two water bottles and a bag of fries. “You’re back” You say with tired enthusiasm grabbing the bag and opening it.

“Yep. And since we have a few hours of journey left why don’t we listen to some music?” He proposes opening his water bottle to take a ship.

“Yes please.” You agree unlocking your phone and opening your favorite playlist with one hand while you try to find Tae’s earphones in his jacket’s left pocket. When you do it Taehyung takes your phone and chooses a random song.

Soon after that you start to fall asleep between good music and food so you lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder in order to be more comfortable and you notice how his body warmth is helping you fall completely asleep.

JEON JUNGKOOK

It was a cold evening, Jungkook and you were playing video games in the dorm while sharing a fluffy blanket. You two were very close so you were pushing and laughing at each other in a very competitive way that the both of you were enjoying.

That was until you got tired and laid on his shoulder leaving the controller at one side.

Jungkook was so concentrated he didn’t even noticed you staring at him, he look so handsome that you couldn’t help but imagine your future with him. How could he be so perfect?

In the middle of your thoughts you wrapped yourself with the blanket as much as you could while also enjoying the smell of your boyfriend, and that helped you to feel more relaxed than before. Suddenly your eyes closed and started to dream about a BTS concert were you had a backstage ticket.

Funny is that Jungkook didn’t noticed you were sleeping until he started to feel thirsty and asked you several times you go grab a glass of water for him, but since you didn’t answer or move he looked at your direction and saved his game for later as fast as he could. Jungkook engulfed you both with the blanket and happily cuddled you since there was nothing better than having you in his arms. Not even a video game.

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kelleyish · 6 years

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Well this year is not starting out ideally. We’re two weeks into January and I’ve spent it mostly sick and cheating on my diet, unfortunately. After these last couple days, I think I can say with some confidence that the sickness is mostly gone finally, after a good month total (although it felt even longer) and what was probably two separate back-to-back illnesses.

Just like always, I’m having trouble climbing back on the diet wagon now. It’s only been two weeks, so it’s not like I’ve undone 3 months of progress, but that’s what I’m afraid of. I actually don’t know where I sit at the moment - I weighed this morning, but I didn’t look at the scale, I just let my phone record it and then shut the app. I am trying to tell myself tomorrow is the day I start again, and I hope I’m not lying to myself.

Another thing I’ve screwed up is my sleep schedule. Honestly, if it weren’t so depressing to miss out on so much daylight, I’d say I was perfectly suited to be an overnight worker. If left to my own devices, I will stay up until 6 or 8 in the morning and sleep until 2 or 4 in the afternoon. I had to have a plumber out this week, and I thought it would help fix my schedule. I had an 8:30 a.m. appointment, and although I tried to go to bed earlier, I didn’t fall asleep until 6. So I basically had a two hour nap before I had to get up again. I took a nap from like noon to 4 that day, but still felt awful the rest of the day, and ended up going to bed by 9 p.m. Great! I thought. I’m going to bed at a normal time, and I’ll get up early and be all fixed! Then I proceeded to sleep for an entire 12 hours that night, and then took another nap later that day, thereby throwing everything off again.

I am an adult grown person, why am I so terrible about this? When I am sleepy during the day and have access to a bed, it’s like I’m powerless to resist. But yet when it’s time to go to bed for real, I can’t do it.

Speaking of the plumber...that was painful. I feel I got overcharged, and I’m trying to decide if I have the guts to challenge them on it. I had two slow drains, and needed a part replaced in my faucet. Usually I pay between $140-$150 to have the kitchen drain snaked. The times when I’ve had the bathroom done at the same time, they’d either not charge me, or just charge a little extra. This time, the dude charged me $179 for the kitchen and another $159 for the bathtub. I could understand if I was only calling them for one drain, because you’re building the main fee for the trip into it. But to charge me full price again for the second drain, when you’re already here? And it’s not like it takes that long to do. It took at least as long to fix the faucet and I only paid like $30 labor for that. Sigh. I really need to say something. Be brave, Kelley. You’re poor.

I bought a new drain device on Amazon, called a “tub shroom” so I am hoping to never have that problem again in the bathtub. In the kitchen, there’s not much more I can do it seems. I try to keep grease from going down as much as I can, and I don’t put a ton of food down the disposal, but eventually it builds up anyway.

I have a ton of large expenses that are hitting, because I’ve been putting everything off for nearly a year, hoping I’d be making money by now. I need to have another eye exam and buy another year worth of contacts, which will amount to about $300. Maggie is due for her annual checkup at the vet, and I’m afraid she might need her teeth professionally cleaned, it could be $500 for all that. I really need to trim my tree in the backyard, that could be $200-$300.

I sure do use this blog to complain. Reblog funny stuff, complain complain complain, reblog more funny stuff.

I will leave you with two recommendations. First, go see Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse. I saw it for the second time in theatres tonight, I never knew I needed Nick from New Girl as a schlubby Spider-Man, but it turns out I did, and Miles Morales is a great character too.

And second there’s a brand new show that just came out on Netflix and I’ve been binging it for the last few hours, called Sex Education. It’s a British 8-episode show, and it stars Asa Butterfield (who’s been in quite a few things and was on the short list to play the most recent live-action Spider-Man before Tom Holland got the job, btw) as a high school student whose mom, played by Gillian Anderson, is a sex therapist. The son ends up acting as an impromptu sex therapist for his fellow students at school. It’s very good, and you should watch it.

#my own posts #weight loss

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Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous? Some kid I went to high school with. How random that I remember this fact? Have you ever been 4-wheeling? Yeah, and I surprisingly enjoyed it! What’s the weather been like today? It’s a beautiful & crisp Fall day. My perfect weather! What was the last exam you sat for? It’s been years Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? We have a couple next year (that we’re praying don’t get canceled or rescheduled), and we have our OWN wedding in a couple years :)

Do you currently have any unread text messages, and who from? Not at the moment Speaking of text messages, what colour is your cell phone? Rose gold Do you live anywhere near the woods? There are a couple wooded areas just a short drive away. We live in an area that’s a perfect mix of urban, suburban and rural depending on which direction you drive. It’s pretty cool. Would you ever consider a career in the tourism industry? While I do think I have the temperament for it and I am great at customer service, I wouldn’t want to. I’m not nearly as social or extroverted as I present myself. Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? Our 2 year dating anniversary is coming up at the end of the month! When was the last time you used q-tips? A couple days ago How does your hair react to humid weather or rain? It gets a little frizzy but nothing crazy What’s your favourite flavour of iced tea? Lemon or peach. Or raspberry. Do you understand music theory? Nope How many hours of sleep did you get last night? I fell asleep quite early so I think I got close to 7 or maybe even 8. Are you expected to act professionally at your job? Well, yeah. Although I kinda push those limits. (In my defense: so does everyone else) Infomercials: entertaining or stupid? I love them! I actually find them really calming. What’s your favourite brand of energy drink? I can’t handle any kind of energy drink Do you have (or have you ever had) acne? Not really. I’ve had a few spots here and there over the years and I often get a zit on my chin around my period, but that’s it. Otherwise, I’ve been blessed with pretty clear skin. When was the last time you got pins-and-needles? Mmm probably recently Why did you click to take this survey? It looked semi-interesting. I like questions that go beyond the basics of just “What’s your favorite color?” and stuff If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them? Oh frequently

How do you get new music? Buy or download or what? Spotify Have you ever sent someone an abusive text message? Uh no? Do you require a lot of time to do things or are you quick? Depends on what I’m doing? What will be the next concert you attend? WHO KNOWS WHEN CONCERTS WILL BE ALLOWED AGAIN Turn the nearest television on, what’s on? There are no TVS here How often do you “wake up on the wrong side of the bed”? Well, pretty much any day I have to work Can you rap? I can rap along to some verses, but I’m by no means a rapper. What do you usually order when you’re at McDonald’s? Grilled cheese & fries, although many places have discontinued that option. Even though it’s just a bun and a slice of cheese. But I don’t wanna get all Karen about it. Are there any textbooks near where you are right now? Nope What’s the time? 3:32 pm. Almost time to go! Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? Nope How’s your body temperature right now? I’m always a little on the warmer side Do you use Celsius or Fahrenheit? Fahrenheit. Have you ever studied any ancient societies? In middle & high school history Do you like to wear long, dangling earrings? I don’t wear earrings, period. What was the last reason you took medicine? For my heartburn. Let me tell ya, if I miss even a day I PAY FOR IT. Do you exercise regularly? No but I really should What is your coffee of choice? (flat white, cappuccino, etc.) Just a half-caf or quarter-caf, sometimes black or sometimes a splash of cream. Do you pay any attention to your country’s politics? It’s sort of impossible not to Are you feeling worried about anything right now? I live in a permanent state of anxiety Are you a gossipy type of person? I try not to be but it’s too easy sometimes to get caught up in he said/she said. When will your next meal be, and do you know what it will consist of? In a couple hours I presume. Though I’m not sure what it’ll be. Something simple I hope. Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt. I hate to say it but it was probably a hangover of some kind What’s your opinion on your in-laws, if you have any? I ADORE THEM! I feel so blessed to have this extended family now. They’ve welcomed me so warmly and I can’t imagine life without them. Do you make excuses often, or do you just get things done? I’m an excuse maker for sure. I’m not proud of it but I am. Have you seen your best friend today? Nope What can you smell right now? Just the inside of my mask (kinda gross, I know) Any important birthdays coming up? My mom’s next week! Fireworks: yay or nay? I enjoy them even if loud noises startle me and slightly disturb me Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? I’m heading home soon and then later tonight Glenn & I are having a bonfire at his cousin’s house How about tomorrow? Any plans? I hope to get some cleaning done during the day and then we have dinner plans in the evening Do you know how to do your own laundry or does someone else do it? I do my own, of course If you could eat or drink anything right now, what would it be? I wouldn’t mind some pizza or some chickn nuggets. What colour are your headphones? White. Do you have a Twitter account that you use regularly? Yep, daily. Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?! I don’t think so in person. But I wouldn’t be scared of one. Crabs are cool! If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be? Piano Do you overthink a lot of things? Story of my life Is there anybody you miss but can’t see again? Nora, and my grandparents When was the last time you had a hangover? Ehhh a couple days ago

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AULA DE INGLÊS 330 A student's routine

Aula + Quiz em http://www.voceaprendeagora.com/video/a-student-s-routine/337/ Aula do curso de ingles voce aprende agora a student's routine (uma rotina de um aluno). Listen to the text and answer the questions (ouca o texto e responda as perguntas). Text: I had a crazy day today (eu tive um dia louco hoje). I had an English exam and it's my birthday! (eu tive prova de ingles e e meu aniversario). I had the exam at 8:30 this morning (eu tinha uma prova as 8:30 hoje de manha). I needed to study so I woke up early, at 6:30am (eu precisava estudar entao acordei cedo, as 6:30 da manha). I took a shower, made some coffee and studied for about an hour (eu tomei um banho, fiz um pouco de cafe e estudei por mais ou menos uma hora). Well, the coffee didn't work. I fell asleep! (well, o café nao funcionou). I woke up at 8:20 with my head on my books (eu acordei as 8:20 com minha cabeca nos meus livros). I had 10 minutes before the test started (eu tinha 10 minutos antes do teste comecar). I ran outside, got on my bike and went to my English class (eu corri pra fora, montei na minha bike e fui para minha aula de ingles). I got there right at 8:30. But, guess what? The teacher never came! (eu cheguei la as 8:30. Mas, adivinhe? A professora nao veio!). My classmates and I waited for about half an hour. Then we left (meus colegas e eu esperamos por mais ou menos uma hora. Dai nos fomos embora).It's great! Now I can really study for my exam (foi otimo! agora eu posso realmente estudar para minha prova). I had breakfast and then I went to my next class (eu fui para minha proxima aula): Mathematics. I think Math is really hard but I have to take it (eu acho que matematica e muito dificil mas eu tenho que estudar). My teacher talked for one hour. I wanted to write some notes but I fell asleep (minha professora falou por uma hora. Eu quis escrever algumas notas mas eu cai no sono). After I finished class I met my friend Luiza and we went to a movie together. It was my birthday so she paid (depois que eu terminei a aula eu encontrei minha amiga Luiza e nos fomos ao cinema juntos. Era meu aniversario entao ela pagou). Great! We saw the new Nicole Kidman movie. You know, I usually like her movies a lot but I didn't like this movie very much (otimo! nos vimos o filme novo da Nicole Kidman. Voce sabe, eu normalmente gosto muito dos filmes dela, mas nao gostei muito deste). When I got home from the movie my mother called and sang "Happy Birthday" to me (quando eu cheguei em casa do filme minha mae ligou e cantou "feliz aniversario"). Now I think I have to stay up and finish a paper for a class tomorrow (agora eu acho que eu tenho que ficar acordado e terminar meu trabalho para a aula de amanha). I hope I don't fall asleep again (eu espero que eu nao caia no sono de novo). Questions (perguntas): Did Peter get up late? (o Peter acordou tarde?). Did Peter take an English exam? (o Peter fez uma prova de ingles?). Did he listen to his Mathematics teacher? (ele ouviu sua professora de matematica?). Did he go out with a friend? (ele saiu com um amigo?). Did Peter's mother call? (a mae do Peter ligou?). Do you think he's a good student? (voce acha que ele e um bom aluno?) It's essential to answer the questions (e essencial responder as perguntas). Repeat the video and answer the questions (repita o video e responda as perguntas). See you next class! ✍Inglês Você Aprende Agora em casa, no trabalho ou viajando✍ Você decide onde quer estudar Inglês e nós disponibilizamos o conteúdo 24 horas por dia, 7 dias por semana. ============ ✅ Seja VIP e fale direto com o Felipe Dib (exclusivo) http://www.voceaprendeagora.com/seja-vip Você aprende agora mais rápido sendo aluno VIP Alunos VIP aprendem mais rápido porque tem acompanhamento em tempo real. ============ ✅ Salve as playlists favoritas ▶ Iniciante - aulas de inglês para iniciantes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayr3d5q9Fuc&list=PLkeRgfDA-huo3dC_PRMY2l8GoFCn7twcE&index=1 ▶ Básico I - Inglês para se comunicar melhor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCnbEXHVnKY&list=PLkeRgfDA-hup-2AE1Bs4m6-PBeCXjCE7_&index=1 ▶ Básico II - Inglês para se comunicar melhor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZTrdrNzfTU&list=PLkeRgfDA-huoL7a31AV9Z6wXWzXK73SZ3&index=1 =========== ▶ Site: https://www.voceaprendeagora.com ▶ Contato whats: +55 (67)99646-1112 [email protected] =========== ✅ Seja VIP e fale direto com o Dib http://www.voceaprendeagora.com/seja-vip ============ 👉 INSCREVA-SE NO CANAL https://bit.ly/youtubevoceaprendeagora ============ See you next class!

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fromstraykids · 7 years

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trust | school series 9

characters: you x minhyun

summary: awkward moments with a quiet Minhyun

quote: “what are we?”

warning(s): mentions of alcohol

school series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

9:30 am – cafeteria

Hwang Minhyun was not the type to smile a lot. At least, not around you. You weren’t sure how you even became friends with the quiet boy. If it weren’t for your friends, you weren’t sure if you would even be near him. He sat across from you at the cafeteria table as you studied for your calculus exam tomorrow.

“Eat.” A plate of food replaces your book as you look up and see Jonghyun’s smiling face. He takes a seat next to you as your other friends shuffle in, finished from their morning classes. You thank him quietly, moving your book off the table.

“So,” your friend begins, “Spring break is next month, where should we plan our trip?”

“Oh!” Daniel speaks up. “We should go to Paju.”

“We went there for winter break, already.” your other friend complains.

“What about Jeju?” you ask.

“Jeju does have nice beaches,” Jonghyun states.

“And their meat tastes amazing, or so what I’ve heard,” your other friend speaks up.

“Jeju, it is then.” The whole time, you noticed Minhyun kept quiet and you nudged your foot against his, making him look up.

“Do you agree with where we’re going?” you ask. He gives you a nonchalant look.

“Sure.” And that was the end of your conversation with Minhyun.

7:00 am – beginning of spring break

Your whole morning consisted of you dragging yourself out of bed to get ready and head to the airport. You waited outside your dorm and got a text after a couple of minutes.

woke up late! minhyun will drive you to the airport instead! – jonghyun

As you finished reading the text, a white mid-sized car pulls up on the curb and the window slides down. It was Minhyun. He gets out of the car and takes your luggage from your hand, placing it neatly next to his navy blue suitcase. He was dressed as if he had a runway to walk right after he picked you up, opposed to your sweatpants and hoodie combination.

“I wasn’t sure if you liked coffee, so I got you an iced tea instead, is that alright?” Minhyun asks when you get into the car. That’s when you notice the cup of melting iced tea in the cup holder.

“Yeah, I’m probably going to be sleeping on the plane, so coffee is probably what I don’t need,” you reply, taking a sip of the sweet tea. The ride to the airport was silent before Minhyun switched on the radio.

“They’re probably going to get here later, so let’s just check in first and we could meet them at the gate,” Minhyun says as he takes the suitcases out of the trunk. You sling your backpack onto your back as you enter the airport and find your airline. Minhyun follows behind you as you stand in line. He tells you to go first when you reach the kiosk.

“I just got a text from Daniel and he said that they’re running late because Jaehwan didn’t wake up early enough, so I guess we’ll go through security first,” Minhyun explains, putting his phone in his back pocket. Your tickets print out and you checked the seating. He was seated at 12A while you sat at 12B. What a coincidence.

When you two finally get through security, he offers to buy you a drink since the all the airplane gives is a small cup. There was plenty of time to wait since your flight was at 9:30 and it was only 8:00. Before you knew it, Minhyun came back with a cup of green tea latte and a cup of iced americano, along with two cinnamon muffins.

“Just in case we get hungry,” Minhyun explains as he hands you the green tea latte. Soon, your friends arrive one by one as you wait for the plane to arrive.

Finally, your flight is called and you all began to board. Unfortunately, there was a lot of people on your flight, which resulted in you waiting in a long line. However, you did finally reach your seat, but you weren’t tall enough to place your suitcase in the overhead bin.

“I got it,” a voice says, taking your luggage and placing it next to his navy blue one. Minhyun takes his window seat and you sit in the seat next to him. Luckily, all six of you managed to all sat in the 17th row. When the plane begins to fly, you take out your earbuds and try to sleep in the one hour of flying.

Halfway through the flight, you unknowingly leaned your head on Minhyun’s shoulder, making the boy stiffen in shock as he tries his best to get you off his shoulder without waking you up. However, he fails and your head was on his shoulder for the rest of the flight.

“We’re here.” Someone taps your shoulder and you wake up, not knowing about what you did during the flight. You groggily stretched and checked your phone. It was only 10:00 am, but you felt like going to the hotel and sleeping for the rest of the day. Minhyun helps you take your suitcase from the overhead bin as you exit.

10:14 am – Jeju

As the six of you begin to feel less tired from the plane ride, you all start to get excited and started to plan your night activities.

“Night market,” your friend suggests.

“Clubbing!” Daniel suggests.

“We should do that tomorrow night,” Minhyun says from the backseat. Daniel pouts in reply.

“I say we go to the beach,” you suggest. The others agree as Jonghyun drives into the hotel.

The hotel you guys stayed in was your regular beach resort, an ocean view seen from every window. You split into three rooms of two and you roomed with your friend.

As night falls, you all head to the beach, feeling the sea breeze in your hair. As the boys dived into the ocean, you and your friends stayed back, walking along the shoreline.

“y/n!” you hear a voice shout your name before a splash of water overcomes you. You felt yourself being pushed into the water as others join in, splashing each other.

When the sun sets, all of you headed back to the hotel with wet clothes and sandy feet. And with that, your first day at Jeju was gone.

8:46 pm – club

Minhyun doesn’t drink. That was the first thing you noticed when Daniel began to pour the shots. Instead, Minhyun had a can of soda in the place of the soju.

“To spring break!” Daniel cheers, holding up his shot glass with you all following, except for Minhyun.

You wouldn’t say you had a high alcohol tolerance, no, you started to be tipsy by the third glass. Your friends told you to stop before you could be full on drunk, but you opposed.

“One more glass,” you plead, already pouring the cheap soju into your shot glass and drinking it in one go. You feel yourself getting more energized as you headed to the dance floor, catching sight of Minhyun at the other side at of the club and you grabbed his wrist. He looks at you with confused eyes before you lean in, grabbing his cheeks as you kiss him. And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

9:57 am – hotel room

The sun glares at you through the curtains, making you turn away. You open your eyes slightly and catch sight of your jacket on the floor of the room. You panicked, immediately checking if you had your clothes on — and thankfully, you did. But who’s room was this? It was definitely way too neat to call it yours.

“You’re finally awake.” A voice interrupts your internal conversation as your turn around, catching sight of Minhyun sitting on top of the desk. You groan quietly, wondering what in the world you did last night. “You know, alcohol isn’t very good for you,” he scolds.

You were having a full on hangover and he was lecturing you about drinking too much alcohol?

“Anyways, all of them are pretty hungover now, so I guess you have some time before they wake up. But,” you noticed the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, making you cringe again, “if you want, you can stay here until you feel better.”

He seemed pretty sober, probably because he didn’t drink last night. Oh man, that means he knew what you did last night. “We didn’t do anything last night, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t count the making out part or the part where you almost ripped off the buttons on my shirt, then no, we didn’t do anything. At least not anything you might regret,” he explains. He hops off the desk and grabs a pile of room keys. “I made you some tea that’s on top of the fridge and I asked the housekeeping for an extra bathrobe, so make sure to drink the tea and take a shower. I’ll be back after I check in the others.” He waves goodbye as you groan into your pillow. At least nothing bad happened, right?

12:00 pm — your hotel room

“You want me to what?” you ask again, making sure you were hearing right. You had already left Minhyun’s room and went back to yours after you began to feel better.

“Can you please switch with Daniel?” your friend pleads again.

“I heard that part but who’s he rooming with again?”

“Minhyun.” You sigh, why must life be so complicated? You wonder if Minhyun was going through the same thing.

The next thing you knew you were dragging your luggage into the room two doors down, lightly tapping the door. Minhyun opens the door, letting you in. The room was the same as it was this morning, neat and clean. That was a thing you noticed about Minhyun, he was probably the most organized and clean person you have known.

“So I guess we’re sharing a bed together now,” he says awkwardly, avoiding your eyes.

“I guess so.” It was only four more days before the trip ended and you hoped things wouldn’t become even more awkward.

9:02 pm – night

Night falls sooner than you expected and after you all went to the beach to watch the sunset again, and you were begging to get some sleep. After taking your shower, you immediately crawled into bed, shutting your eyes. You heard the bathroom door being quietly shut before the lights were turned off, feeling a dip in the bed as Minhyun takes the other side. Soon, soft snores erupted from him and you couldn’t help but turn around. He slept so peacefully and you wondered how he could fall asleep so fast. Soon, you felt your eyes drooping as you drifted into sleep.

When you awoke, you felt a hand on your waist and caught sight of Minhyun’s still sleeping face. Unable to bring yourself to wake him up, you pretended to sleep until you felt his arm quickly leaving your waist, leaving you feeling empty. He sighs deeply before turning around and facing the other direction. You took this as the cue to wake up.

“You’re awake already?” you ask, faking a yawn. He nods, a blush unable to leave his face. A lock of hair falls into his eyes and before he could react, you slightly push the strands of hair away, fingers lightly grazing his soft forehead. He blushes again as he gets up from the bed, saying something about having to take a shower.

10:56 pm

The next night, you managed to make a conversation with him. He told you about his fears and aspirations, and soon, you felt your eyes closing. You didn’t mean to, you just had a really tiring day walking around and his voice just lulls you to sleep. He noticed your closed eyes and reached to turn off the lamp. He wondered if you could hear the sound of his heart beating as he, too, drifts off into a deep slumber.

When you wake up, you were inches from his face and admired his features up close. Once again, his arm was slung over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You decided to visit the beach again that night, walking along the shore as waves washed up on your feet. The others were doing their own thing — clubbing, drinking, going to parks, or eating at a nearby restaurant, but you wanted to visit the beach again since it was just so beautiful. When will you ever visit this place again? You take a seat close to the shore, pulling your knees to your body as you watch the dipping sun. You felt another person next to you and saw that it was Minhyun.

“I guess we both liked the beach,” he says as he watched the sunset.

“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” You turn towards him. Your lips curve into a smile as he fixes his eyes on your lips, leaning closer.

“But not as beautiful as you.” You met him halfway as he caresses your cheek, softly kissing you until you both have to gasp for air. The short moment left your light headed as he smiles at you and this time you initiated the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist as the sun slowly leaves the beach.

8:49 am

“Good morning,” he chirps when you open your eyes. His lips curve into a bright smile as he pulls you closer and pecks your lips softly. You pull away as you get up from the bed.

“It’s our last day already,” you pout as he slowly pulls you back into the bed, ruffling your hair.

“Our spring break might have ended, but our relationship has more days to come.” You smile as he kisses your forehead.

7:06 pm – a week after spring break ends

You wanted to hope that you’d be with Minhyun more after the trip. But he would always be saying that he was busy and was never in his dorm.

Jaehwan texts you, notifying you that Minhyun was his room tonight as you get into the elevator and pressed the floor above you. You knock on the door lightly and enter.

“We need to talk.” Jaehwan takes this as a sign to leaves and exits the room with his guitar.

“Hey, y/n. What do you want to talk about?” he asks, his eyes not leaving the textbook in front of him.

“Us.”

“What about us?”

“‘What about us?’ Did you forget what happened in Jeju?” He stays quiet. “We kissed. But that wasn’t all. You said that we were in a relationship but after we came back, you’ve been with your textbook more than you’ve been with me.”

Minhyun closes his textbook. “y/n–”

“So what are we? Were we just a spring break fling? Did you actually mean it when you said that you wanted to be in a relationship with me? Just tell me so that I won’t be spending my night wondering if we’re dating or not.”

“We weren’t just a fling, I promise. I meant everything I said, y/n, trust me.”

“Make me trust you. Because I don’t believe a word you’re saying.” He stands up, taking bold steps at you as you back up until your back is on the door.

He rests his arm over your head, leaning down closely. “I know I haven’t been communicative as much as I should, trust me. I know. But I’m not lying when I say that I am in love with you. Even before Jeju. Please trust me.” You snake your arms around his waist as you pull him into a hug, him kissing the crown of your head softly.

“I trust you.”

9:45 am – a few months later

“Eat.” A plate of food enters your line of sight as you put down the notebook you were studying from. Minhyun gestures to the plate as he takes a seat across from you. “So how’s your day going?”

You take a bite of food as your answer. “Great, my literature professor just bumped by 89% to an A, so that’s the highlight of my day.” You notice Minhyun leaning on his palm as he stared at you with a smile on his face.

“What? Is there any food on my face?” You hand reaches up to feel your face before he shakes his head.

“Nothing. Just admiring your beauty because you’re so pretty,” he remarks. You blush at his compliment.

Dating Minhyun was going to be great.

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beatricethecat2 · 7 years

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if/then (2.0) - 11

Part 2 of Chapter 10 (read first!)

Previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

Read first if you are new! gutted/sorted and wax/wane…if/then is a continuation of those two.

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After a long day of adventures, the “island of a bed” turns into a gym as Christina shows off her moves.

“Mom, block me!” Christina says.

Helena hops up and nearly loses her balance as she strikes a defensive pose.

Myka watches safely from the couch, her body sprawled across full length as Claudia’s out for the evening. Christina’s energy knows no bounds, and after a few minutes, Myka closes her eyes, enjoying what feels like her first moment of downtime in weeks. She makes a game of guessing their moves from the corrections Helena makes; it’s fun to test her knowledge after all the practices she’s attended. Helena once told her she’d learned Kempo during her rehabilitation after her accident, to keep "idle hands occupied," though she wonders if there wasn’t a stronger motivation.

“Again,” Helena instructs, and Myka’s heart warms at Christina's endearing grunts and groans. Today was so uplifting, yesterday's dark thoughts seem a world away. Looking back, the confluence of negative situations and low blood sugar were to blame; ice cream and an eventual lunch worked like a charm to temper her fears. And though her revelations with Claudia this morning led to more questions than answers, the fact someone else is clued into the situation has relieved some of her burdens, and hopefully, Claudia will keep her mouth shut about it all to Helena.

She glances at Helena, and when Helena notices, she smiles in a way that says, “I’m sorry she’s keeping us up, but I’ve missed this so much.” Myka smiles back a “you're really cute, I don’t mind at all” smile, holding Helena’s gaze until Christina tackles her. She wishes Helena’s past wasn’t tarnishing the gloss of the scene, as some of the things she said last night were truly worrying. But she does trust Helena has everyone’s best interests in mind, even more so after Helena initiated heart to heart talk.

Last evening, post shower, while Myka dug through a drawer to find pajamas, Helena slid her arms around Myka's midriff.

“I thought you’d fallen asleep,” Myka said.

“Christina has, but I thought we might talk," Helena said, in hushed tones.

Myka'd been on edge all day after her display that morning and was hoping to avoid talking about it entirely, in hopes a good night’s sleep would set things straight. But Helena's comforting embrace soothed her rough nerves. She dropped the t-shirt she was holding and sunk back into Helena's arms.

As they shared a moment of calm, Myka thought about how Helena’s elation over Christina being near wafted off of her in waves all day. And as those waves lapped up against her, she had a revelation: there are many, many Helenas—she shifts her shape to fit situations—but this Helena, the one with her today, whose identity is intrinsically linked with her child, was the one she fell in love with. Other versions may surface from time to time and many may remain a mystery, but at her core, the Helena she knows and loves is the one with Christina present.

When Helena released her, she took hold of her hand and guided her to the couch. As they sat, Myka met Helena's gaze and was surprised to find uncertain eyes staring back at her.

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior last night. And this morning,” Helena said, taking hold of Myka’s hands. “It was entirely uncalled for. I blame myself for your feeling poorly, and I’d like to make amends."

Myka squeezed Helena's hands; this was not what she expected, but the sentiment was overwhelmingly welcome. "I understand why you’ve kept things from me to a point, but what about Wooly? You introduce me to him then totally clam up."

"I hadn't thought that through. Introducing you."

“He seemed nice."

“He is. And was. We shared some memorable times while I was finishing school after my stint in Europe. But I put all that behind me when I left London. And now...” Helena scooted closer to Myka. "I want to be who I’m striving to be for you, not who I was."

“But you’re here for the foreseeable future. You'll have to face your past. Who you were is part of who you are now, and I want to know all of you."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

Myka laced their fingers together. "Nothing you say will make me love you any less. What are you afraid of?"

“As of late? Macpherson winning his appeal. If he does, my involvement with Mrs. Frederic will not be looked upon favorably. He could cause further harm with a flick of the wrist. And to you by proxy.”

Myka stiffened but kept hold of Helena’s hands.

"I hadn’t thought of this until now, but it’s likely Mrs. Frederic pulled you from the sale to protect you until this is settled."

“That…actually makes sense,” Myka says. The anger she’d been holding over her dismissal dropped down a notch, but it still pricked like a thorn. “Do know if it’s happening without me?”

“I haven’t a clue. But if it is, you’re better off without it. We’ve no way of predicting what tricks MacPherson might pull."

“Can Mrs. Frederic protect you?"

“Her reach is limited where I’m concerned, but you—"

“Why didn't you say something earlier?"

“The less you know the better."

“But if something happens to you it affects all of us."

“If I have my way, none of it will affect any of any of us, ever."

A fuzzy buzz kicks Myka into the present, and she glances at its source on the end table. She hikes up to see whose phone it is; it’s Helena’s. There’s no name on the display, but the number is familiar. Her mood immediately sours as she realizes who it is.

“Phone’s ringing,” Myka says, loud enough for Helena to hear.

“They’ll leave a message,” Helena says, mid-tussle with Christina.

Myka glances at the vibrating object again then settles back into the couch, closing her eyes, listening closely to Christina and Helena’s playful tones. But her hopes of traveling back to the happier place fall flat. Why is Bonnie calling so late, let alone calling at all?

Helena and Christina’s sparring tumbles across the room, and Myka falls victim of a surprise attack. She struggles but ends up with Christina laying on top of her, pinning her down.

"Perhaps you can calm her," Helena says, inching away from the scene.

“Yeah, make that my job," Myka jabs.

"In this scenario, you’re the better choice," Helena explains. She swipes her phone off the end table and taps it awake then scowls at the screen. Her face pinches as she listens to her messages, in a way that indicates something’s definitely not right. She taps the screen again and, phone to ear, walks across the room toward the window.

Christina wriggles on Myka's lap as if inducing her to play, but Myka wraps her arm around her tightly, holding her in place. Christina gives herself over easily, her body slackening, exhaustion winning over after their event-filled day. Myka smiles at that, thinking perhaps they'll all sleep well tonight, and as Christina settles, she tunes into Helena’s voice as she converses with the caller.

- Thursday's out of the question.

The mention of Thursday saddens Myka, as incidentally, that was the day of the pre-sale showing.

- I can’t reschedule. You should be aware of that.

Myka glances over at Helena. She's leaning against the wall but her body’s tense, and she's fingering the edge of the curtain.

- I don’t care of the consequences. You sort it out.

Myka winces at the bite in Helena’s tone.

"Is mom ok?" Christina asks.

"I think so," Myka says. "We'll ask when she's done.”

Christina snuggles closer to Myka and Myka adjusts to hold her weight. She places her hand on Christina’s back and lays her chin on the crown of her head; she can’t believe she ever questioned her loyalty to this child.

The call ends, and the room falls silent. Myka glances over the top of the couch and sees Helena, arms crossed, staring out the window.

“Everything ok?” she asks, bracing for what response she may get.

“Work,” Helena grunts, without looking at Myka.

She pushes off of the wall and crosses the room then drops her phone on the end table. Circling the couch, she lifts Myka and Christina’s legs and navigates underneath, then plops down into the corner. Myka lowers her legs, and allows Helena to sit stewing for a moment, then extends and arm across Christina’s body and takes hold Helena's hand.

“They farm staff out to events to ‘advertise our brand.’ Corporate parties, wedding receptions and the like,” Helena says, rubbing her thumb over Myka’s. “I have two exams on Thursday, and I’m meant to work that evening.”

“Was that Shirley?” Myka asks, coyly fishing for details, then suddenly realizing there’s no reason the number scribbled on that card belongs to Bonnie.

“No. Bonnie,” Helena says, with a sneer.

“The blonde?” Myka answers, as innocently as possible. Maybe now's not the best time to bring up the topic of the card nor Bonnie’s other career, but someday she will.

“She is rather hands on, as you may have noticed.”

“Can everyone be quieter? I’m tired.” Christina mumbles.

“You should bathe before bedtime,” Helena instructs.

“Can I do it tomorrow?"

“We’ve an early start if we’re to make it to the park before Myka’s departure."

“Why does Myka have to go? I just got here."

"She has work."

“She always has work. Can’t she stay?”

Helena looks at Myka and poses the same question with her eyes. Myka looks back and smiles.

“I could probably stay another day.”

“Yay!” Christina exclaims, grinning ear to ear. "Can we spar more?” she says, twisting towards Helena.

“Moments ago you proclaimed you were overly fatigued."

“I changed my mind."

Christina rolls off of Myka and drops to the floor with a thunk. She yanks on Helena’s hand.

“I’ll see if I can get the same flight out as them,” Myka says, lifting her legs so Helena can slide out from underneath.

Christina tugs Helena towards the bed then runs ahead and jumps on top. Helena turns at the bed’s threshold and looks back at Myka. As she holds Myka’s gaze her expression darkens, then brightens as if she’s caught herself showing something far too close to the bone.

“I’m pleased you’ve decided to stay,” she says, sounding as if it were a heavily debated issue. Christina throws her arms around Helena’s middle and Helena turns, reinitiating their grapple.

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Myka’s triumphant change of ticket leads to a leisurely morning, though it was Claudia’s connections that saved the day. After an unsuccessful call to the airline and a few feigned tears from Christina, Helena suggested Myka contact Claudia and ask for help. Myka said she'd try again as Claudia was out with friends, but Helena vetoed the option and called Claudia herself. A flurry of texts later, Myka's ticket was miraculously changed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and promptly went to bed.

Their amended schedule begins with a return to the crepe restaurant as Christina’s desperate for Myka’s opinion. Next, several busses are then ridden, top deck only, right at the front, allowing hours worth of birds-eye views of the city. Then, after a journey up a never-ending hill, they disembark in a parking lot and wander towards a terra-cotta and yellow-ochre bricked building with a sizable rosette window.

“Where are we?” Myka asks, hardly able to take in the entirety of the place, her gaze hanging on its high arched glass roof.

“Alexandra Palace,” Helena says. "Ally Pally for short."

“Ally Pally. That’s funny,” Christina says, her head bobbing as she mimics her mother’s accent.

"Built by the Victorians as a center of recreation, it became home to the BBC Television Services in their early years. That massive antenna sent out the first reliable 'high definition' television signals in the world.”

Everyone stops in their tracks and tilts their head back to take in the structure.

“Can we climb up it?” Christina asks.

“No need. The far end of the park boasts sweeping views of the city.”

“It'd be cool if we could.”

“Agreed,” Helena says and smiles at Christina. "I thought we’d take in the exhibition of historical television equipment, and afterward, nip over to the duck pond and rent a boat.” She nods toward a clump of trees on the other side of the parking lot.

“There’s boats?” Christina says, her face lighting up.

“So that's what the bread’s for,” Myka says, pointing to a bag sticking out of Helena’s tote.

“Or, possibly a light snack if no ducks are available,” Helena says, pushing the bag of bread down in the bag.

“Bread is junk food for ducks,” Christina says.

“Is it? Bread's been fed to ducks for centuries, yet now it's an issue?” Helena says.

“We learned that in school. I brought lettuce for our field trip to the park."

“I’ve remember that. I ran out to buy some the night before,” Myka adds.

Helena sighs. “Then we’ll feed the ducks sparingly. We wouldn’t want to perpetuate any duck obesity problems." She takes hold of Christina’s hand and looks over at Myka. “Shall we?” she asks, and Myka nods. Christina motions for Myka's hand and Myka takes it, and they walk towards the entrance hand in hand.

They explore every accessible nook and cranny of the Palace and sneak a peek at the newly reconstructed Grand Willis Organ before wandering back outside towards the duck pond. Much to Christina’s delight, there's a choice between traditional row boats and fanciful paddle ones, and a heated debate ensues. Helena’s logic wins out in the end—when would they ever pilot a dragon?—and she and Christina man the helm. Christina paddles until her legs give out then Myka moves to the front to fill in.

"How do you know about this place?" Myka asks. "It's pretty far from the city center."

"I'd come here often when I was finishing school. It was calming to sit and study by the pond."

A half an hour later, they dock the boat and secure a bench facing the lake. Helena pulls the bread out and hands a few slices to Christina. Christina runs off toward a cluster of coots, moorhens, and mallards gathered by the water's edge.

“Junk food be damned,” Helena says as she watches Christina throw bread at the ducks with abandon. “Speaking of sustenance, we should think about lunch.”

“We have time,” Myka says, scooting closer to Helena, threading their arms together. “It’s so nice to not feel rushed. Can we stay like this forever?”

“One day, I hope.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Myka says, leaning into Helena.

“Nor do I want you to. I rue being left on my own, twiddling my thumbs until your next visit.”

“You could meet up with Wooly. That might be fun.”

“Fun,” Helena repeats and angles her head, so her lips nearly touch Myka’s ear. “The ‘fun’ I’d rather pursue resembles our night together after the bar.”

“That was fun,” Myka says, her pulse quickening at the thought. She skims her fingers over Helena’s shoulder where her teeth left a mark. “I wish I hadn’t had so much to drink.”

“I wish I hadn’t either.”

“You were drinking at work?”

“Shirley slipped a shot on that tray for table four, and I may have partaken previous to your arrival."

“Helena!”

"I was genuinely worried you’d not show.”

The trepidation in Helena’s eyes hits Myka squarely in the gut; she cups Helena jaw and guides their lips together. “You shouldn’t have been,” she says, stroking Helena’s cheek, then kissing her again, relieved to hear Helena was out of sorts that evening, too.

"Perhaps Christina could sleep in Claudia’s room tonight so we may have a moment alone.”

“I’d like that,” Myka says and shifts to rest her head on Helena’s shoulder. Helena lifts her arm and circles it around Myka, and they watch Christina throw bread as far out as she can.

“She seems happy,” Myka says.

“As am I,” Helena says, hugging Myka closer.

“I wish we could stay. All of us."

“Are we still working towards Christmas?"

“I’m not sure I can swing it with just the Italians."

“I’ll speak with Mrs. Frederic. Perhaps she can offer you a place in the—" Helena’s phone rings. She slips it out of her pocket and glowers at the screen. “Speak of the devil,” she grumbles and taps to accept. “Yes," she says and untangles herself from Myka. She listens for a moment then stands and steps away.

“I’m aware of that, but I’ve…what about…” Helena looks at Myka and rolls her eyes. “I can’t not be there…no…yes…fine,” Helena huffs, her face scrunching up as she listens. “Crystal,” she says before hanging up. She looks down at her phone and sighs.

“What was that about?" Myka asks.

Helena grimaces. “Nothing I’m at liberty to say."

Christina comes running up from the side. “Can we go see the kite?" She points to the horizon beyond the palace.

“Kite? I see nothing but cumulus clouds.”

“It was there, a minute ago. We have to find it!” Christina grabs Helena’s hand and pulls her towards the parking lot.

“Ducks are clearly passé,” Helena quips, looking back at Myka with a smile. “Onwards,” she says, and nods.

Myka gathers their bags and dutifully trails behind. As she catches up, an enormous box kite appears in the sky and dotted below, several smaller kites. She leans into the fence at the top of the hill and watches Helena’s lips lift into a small smile.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Helena says without taking her eyes from the kites.

“Beautiful,” Myka says.

“There’s a cat!” Christina yelps and points to cat head with a glittering, fluttering tail.

“So free,” Myka says.

They stand in silence, watching the kites dance and dip across the bright blue sky. Everyone gasps when one takes a nosedive.

“The wind gives the appearance the kite is free, but its string controls its movements. One tug and it's grounded in an instant.” Helena glances at the persons flying the kites, then over at Myka. “You are my wind,” she says, placing her hand on Myka’s shoulder. “Both of you.” She looks down at Christina and lays her other hand on her back.

“Who’s your string?” Myka asks but wishes she didn’t as Helena's smile withers.

“Can we go to down to there?” Christina asks, her gaze fixated on the bottom of the hill.

“Certainly,” Helena says. “And perhaps we’ll find lunch nearby.” She picks up the bags Myka carried over from the bench and turns toward Myka. “Would you mind terribly if we discuss Christmas at a later date? I’d very much like to ignore the fact you’re all leaving tomorrow for as long as possible.”

The cheerfulness from earlier seems to have left Helena’s tone, though it’s obvious she’s trying to keep things light. Myka imagines the call was the culprit, that Mrs. Frederic is Helena's string, and whatever it was they discussed kicked her out of her happy place.

“We’ll talk later,” Myka says, and kisses Helena to drive the point home.

They walk towards the stairs then Christina takes off, barreling down the grassy hill.

“Slow down!" Helena scolds.

Christina slows for a moment, then carries on exactly as before.

Helena hands the bags to Myka. “That’s my girl,” she says, “no string." She runs after Christina and tackles her, both tumbling onto the grass, laughing.

Myka tears up a little; whatever Helena's gotten herself into, it has to work out, because this...this is their future.

-TBC-

#BERING AND WELLS #W13 #fanfiction #if/then (2.0)#AU #Myka Bering #Helena HG Wells #the plot thickens...#Apparitionism once said to me #sometimes you write a thing #and you don't know it will be important later #and then it is #and you have to work it in #(I'm paraphrasing badly but that's the gist)#but anyway #that takes time to muddle through

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notgoingtohappen · 7 years

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 18)

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Stefan couldn't fall back asleep after his conversation with Caroline.

Also, this relationship was seriously messing up his sleeping pattern.

He didn't want to disturb Damon and Elena or Bonnie and Enzo who were probably next door, so after reading in his room for a few hours he decided to go out for a late night stroll.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, chilly wind blew through his carefully styled hair, and streetlights flickered over him. The street was mostly deserted. He smiled a little, thinking of how Damon and Lexi would call this a perfect setting for him.

Starving and not having eaten since lunchtime, he stopped at a mostly empty 24-hour diner. After ordering a burger, he sat there staring out of the window, lost in thought.

"You know, Damon and Enzo told me you were the loner, broody type, but I never really saw it until now."

Stefan started a little and looked up to see Bonnie Bennett smiling at him.

"Hey Bonnie"

"Hey," she sat down across from him. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Nah. So, what's up? How come you're here?"

"I was gonna ask you that! This is my favourite place to eat in town so far. Have you tried their cheese fries? Heaven on a plate."

Stefan quickly ordered some as the waitress walked past them.

"I was getting bored and Damon was with Elena so I came here."

"Yeah same, there's no interrupting those two. Enzo had work stuff and I couldn't sleep."

"How's the teacher job going?"

"Good. Scary, but good."

He smiled. "Kids are cute so that must help."

She laughed. "Yep. I can totally see why things are going so well with Caroline! You're total boyfriend material."

Stefan tried not to look confused. Things were going 'so well'?

Bonnie seemed to catch herself and bit her lip. "Sorry, best friend sharing..."

He nodded. "Yeah, things are great. We’re pretty serious."

Bonnie grinned. "We should matchmake more often! Elena suggested... Nadia and Matt.... or ooh, maybe Kai and Vicki..."

Oh dear god.

"Hey, you guys got lucky with us" Stefan interrupted.

What he was really thinking was, please spare the poor guys the angst I'm feeling right now.

"We really did, huh? This is so cool. Damon's brother dating Caroline. Us six living in the same city. It's the best."

Stefan smiled back. "Must be awesome to have your childhood and college best friends, and boyfriend."

Bonnie nodded. "Lexi is nice. Any plans of her moving here too?"

"That would be the best. But I don't think so, she got a job in our old town... she's going to visit soon though."

"Great! ...As long as Enzo didn't really like her."

"Oh no, he didn't. He used to call me from college sometimes when Damon wasn't in the room and lament about his feelings for you."

Bonnie's eyes sparkled. "What did he say?"

"Stefan, mate, there's this girl, Bonnie." Stefan started in a British accent. "Her eyes are like emeralds and her smile is like the sun. She was in a study group with me once and she explained everything perfectly to me and it was like magic, mate. She is taken by this bloke on my floor and I fear she will never be mine..."

Bonnie was shaking with laughter. "No... way" she gasped in between laughs.

"He might have been drunk that time."

"You know what? We should have another group date!"

"After the park one? Pass."

"No ditching this time, I swear. I'll talk to Elena and Damon."

It might be a good opportunity to show them how in love he and Caroline were. He held his hands up in defeat and then shoved a fry into his mouth. "Woah, this is good!"

"I know right? Oh yeah, I had to talk to you and Elena about this, how are we going to celebrate when Caroline returns?"

Stefan thought for a few moments. "She likes parties, right?"

"God, yeah, she always throws the best ones for us. When Elena decided to go into medicine. When I topped the exams. When Matt got promoted at the Grill. When Tyler and Vicki finally did each other and the town a favour and broke up. We need to do something epic."

"But does she know that many people here yet? Work hasn't even started for her."

"Yeah..."

"Maybe we ask around, see if her college friends can make it?"

"None of them are close by, Caroline complains about it sometimes. It must be awful sometimes, not having them around... Oh, wait! Liam told me about this rave one of his friends were having here! Elena and Damon were totally going. I'll text him for the details. She loves parties! And it'll be a stress buster for her!"

Bonnie looked pleased with the idea but Stefan hesitated.

It really wasn't his scene. But it was Caroline's, and she deserved some fun after everything she'd been through, and the prospect of being her boyfriend at a party with loud music and dancing people and flashing lights and alcohol made his heart skip a beat in anticipation.

Oh god, alcohol, he realised. As much as he'd liked what had happened despite himself, it couldn't happen again.

He realised Bonnie was watching him and snapped out of his internal turmoil. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

"Aw. Damon's first reaction was that you'd never go in a million years. I thought we’d have to talk you into it."

"I'm a great boyfriend."

"Okay, so I'll talk to the others about it then. She's gonna love the surprise! She said she went to one in college that had glowsticks and body paint and it was the best party she'd gone to all year"

"Here's to hoping this one is as glowy" Stefan muttered, eating some more. "These fries are epic."

“So epic.”

"So are you or Elena picking her up from the airport? She said she was coming early morning tomorrow."

"Oh, I can't, I have an early staff meeting tomorrow. And Elena will be at the hospital observing some surgery with her friends."

"I can do it! After what she went through, it's the least I can do."

"Great." Bonnie yawned. "Okay, I'm full and I'm sleepy."

"Let's head back."

~*~

Stefan awoke to the buzzing of his phone next to his pillow.

Vision blurry, he hit the patch of green on the screen. "Hello?" he croaked.

"Hey Stefan." came Caroline's voice.

He sat up quickly, blinking. "Hi"

"Did I wake you? Sorry."

"It's okay, it's just–" he glanced at the clock. "Afternoon, wow, I am going to kill Damon."

She giggled. "Sleeping so well without me? I'm hurt."

Stefan's heartbeat quickened as he remembered what sleeping cuddled up with her was like. Suddenly, he missed her blue eyes and pretty smile and soft hair... what was he doing?

"So how are you? What's up?" she said quickly.

"Just woke up"

"Right, heh.”

“You?”

"I'm good. Bored. I was driving past the Salvatore estate and thought of you." she said, and swiftly added “I’m hungry.”

"I went to this diner last night, ran into Bonnie, great fries."

"Oh, she took me there! The ice cream sundae was so yum."

"I gotta try that now. We should go there this week."

"Yeah, sure."

"How is it being back home?"

"So good. I wish half my friends weren't on some cross country road trip, though."

"That sounds fun. I always wanted to go to Europe, see the world."

"Just not Paris, probably." she said, her voice light again.

He laughed. "Will be steering clear of all European museums."

"It does sound fun," she admitted. "Maybe someday."

"Yeah, someday..."

"Well I should go eat now or something. Bye!"

She hung up before he could say a word, and Stefan forced himself not to dwell on it. He got dressed and walked outside, wincing at the light. Someone had pushed all the curtains aside.

"Stefan! I was just about to wake you. What's for lunch?"

"What's stopping you from cooking?"

"Your talent at it, dear brother."

Stefan sighed. "I'll make something with what's in the kitchen."

"How I missed you in college! Want to play some Xbox?"

"Nah, I'm writing."

"One day I will read your diaries, I promise."

"They're journals."

"Same diff. On second thoughts, I don't want to read them." Damon said. "Dear Diary, I miss my childhood pet bunny Chester. Dear Diary, Lexi helped me quit weed. Dear Diary, I like the plants in the Estate back in Mystic Falls. Dear Diary, I'm mad at mom and dad for separating. Dear diary, Katherine is a bitch. Dear diary, Caroline is so pretty I just want to brood all day–"

"You're cooking your own lunch" Stefan cut in.

"Dear Diary, I know Damon likes to bug me but deep down he loves me very much," Damon said, batting his eyes sincerely.

"Ugh, fine."

"By the way, Bon-bon told me you're going to the rave too?"

"Yeah, to celebrate. For Caroline." he clarified.

Damon jerked his arm in a whipping motion and made a whooshing sound.

#steroline #steroline fanfiction #steroline fanfic #ri #thoughts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

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everyday-effing-therapy · 5 years

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04/07/19

Hello,

First and foremost, I would like to admit that I’ve already screwed up my everyday publishing, but hey, I was busy and I’m back today, two things to be happy about.

I’ll try to publish everyday though, that’s a whole point of a journal, although I do believe that with passing time it will become more of a diary, focusing on emotions and feelings, rather than just everyday routine.

With that being said, I have to say that yesterday was really nice. Having come back from the movies with my friend, we actually fell asleep rather late and we had to wake up early, so I wasn’t in the best shape possible. I also had my driving class, but this week I felt rather comfortable driving, having the same and really nice teacher.

Before the class I managed to visit the library, return the books and get a few new ones, including the ones from my reading list for the next school year. I’ve already managed to read one of them, Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.

Later, I went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of other books that were waiting for me. After that, I had my driving class, came back home, slept, ate dinner and visited my grandma.

I woke up feeling rather tired today. Last night I was thinking about a lot of things and although I didn’t feel the strength to write a post here I still didn’t feel like falling asleep.

I thought about love, how you might care about so many people and there might be that person that you really just want to be happy and safe, and of course, they might like you and be grateul, but it’s not you that they will be worrying and caring about. It’s going to be somebody else, who doesn’t give a single shit.

Here, I said it. And it made me really want to cry last night. Which I did. Not a lot, I promise and it didn’t make me feel that better at all, because my PMS is still playing with me, but hey, it all happens for a reason.

I also messed up my biology studying regime, so there goes my trying to study anything during summer. Exam results just came in and they will be my thing to worry about next year, but if that year taught me anything it’s not to care about anything that is more than three months away from you.

And to be truly honest with you, sometimes it’s hard for me to care about things that are not today, but tomorrow. Worrying makes me so tired and I’m constantly worried about so many things, so I just can’t take any more. And I certainly can’t care about exams right now. I need to rest, fall in love and have fun with my friends. In that order.

I’ve been travelling by tram like crazy recenly. The only benefit of that is that I force myself to read books rather than just stare mindlessly at my phone or outside the window. Thanks to that, I get at least some things done.

During my meeting with my friend we also planned the possible trip in late August to Ukraine, just before my trip to the Maldives. We would visit Lviv, exactly like last year and I was so happy to hear that the offer is still standing. I asked my parents whether I could go and they said that I will be an adult then so they can’t technically tell me not to go. I know that they don’t love the idea, but I lived through it last year, nothing too bad should happen. I’m in a good mindset about it all.

So, I am a little bit happier now. Everything feels a tiny bit more stable and going well. I still have a lot of things to work on, but it’s not the end of the world. Maybe, just maybe, I will actually study biology tonight. I just felt a tiny bit more motivated.

What I’d like to say is that I started stretching out a few days ago. I used to dance for 5 hours on Saturdays, but then I quit the school. Dance had been a huge part of my life since I can even remember and, to be honest, I’ve danced in some schools for about 8 years. That’s a lot of time. Becaue of lack of classes I stopped stretching out though and now I can’t even do the splits.

So, I’m working on them again. It hurts like hell, but it’s rewarding and I hope I will be satisfied.

I don’t have any plans in particular for tomorrow. Maybe it’s going to be a day like any other. Maybe it’s going to be surreal. Who knows?

Today’s light I’m sending to the friend who visited me for a sleepover. Dear, you’ve been in my life for a few years now and I love you endlessly. It wasn’t always good, but I am hoping that it’s better now. I’m here, I can’t always help, but I might try. Thanks to you, I’m happy now. I just want you to be happy too.

I want to wish you all the sweetest dreams.

Love,

#04/07 #22:19 #diary #journal #journal entry #night post #love #life #friends #c strikes again #c posts

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imkeepingtrack · 5 years

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Recap: 9.5.19

This is really early (comparatively, it's 9:30) but I don't know how much longer I'll be awake/have the energy to do this so I'm doing it now.

I didn't sleep at all last night. I was really hyper and not at all tired. I spent the whole night bouncing and rocking on the exercise ball thing, alternating between watching white collar, playing games on my laptop, and doing wordsearches. I didn't even put my pyjamas on.

At 6am I was really hungry so I made toast. I decided I wanted to eat it outside (it had been light for quite a while already) so I went and sat on a bench between the houses. Except it was raining, and then the door got locked so I was stuck. I got absolutely soaked and freezing but I got back in just before 7. I got changed then made more toast. And ate the porridge stuff (less water next time). And had chocolate milk. And coffee (except way too strong because I didn't know how to do it). My heart rate was 90 before the coffee. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

I think that apart from Maundy Thursday, that's the first time I've eaten in the morning for months.

At about 7:45 I started to have a bad headache, but it didn't last for that long. I was very hyper. I got a lift down to college at 9:15, and chatted with Mc until about 9:45 (P was running late). Well I talked at her because my mind was going crazy.

P asked about food and I couldn't remember so I said I'd been writing it down. She asked why, I explained this thing, and she asked to see it. I should have said no because this isn't written to be read, but whatever, I said yes. She read yesterday's one. I didn't see the weight point I made when I was skimming it to check, and she commented on it. I would have deleted it if I'd remembered. It was weird going through the points. Like, I'd never say the things I write. But whatever.

I had basically no filter with P this morning. I was so hyper. We went in a different room because there was an exam next door to the normal room and I think P realised I had basically no control over my volume.

P said something about eating healthily. Not just sugary stuff etc. Except that's often the only stuff that I can motivate myself enough to eat. But now I feel like I can't eat that stuff, so I haven't eaten again today (except for with D but that's the next point).

Went out with D after seeing P. We went to the coffee shop we always go to. I was just going to have water, but he said I should get a gingerbread man too, so I did.

I don't even remember what we talked about. His new puppy. Yesterday. Idk. I started crashing a bit. When we were done he got someone from the house to come pick me up because I was dying and also my feet still really hurt.

I got back and went and hung out in the office for a bit. Eventually the staff running shift said I should go to the big supermarket, so I went with the loud guy I went with before. I'm not going with him again.

It wasn't a lot of fun because a) walking is very painful b) I was fully crashing and I felt incredibly sick and c) he has some despicable political/social opinions. He was going on about a cull of poor people/benefits claimants (yes literally), forces sterilisation of people on benefits, stuff about immigrants ruining the countries they came from? And how the EU is bad because it lets in poorer countries? And trying to get me to debate him but a) he's in a position of power so I couldn't, b) I don't have facts/figures to back stuff up and he kept going on about not debating him without them, c) I straight up just wasn't interested in a politics debate, and d) I could barely put 3 words together, let alone a sentence. I'm going to try to stay away from him in future.

I didn't get anything. He did, and we got stuff for the shift leader because she gave us money to, but I couldn't stop thinking about what P said and how I shouldn't eat. Also I was feeling incredibly sick.

I had said I was going to try to stay awake until this evening, but I was feeling so shitty I just couldn't. I got back and went to bed. When I woke up I thought (hoped?) it was tomorrow, but it was only 2 hours later. And I was post-nap tired, but not "I've slept 2 hours out of the last 32" tired so I couldn't get back to sleep.

I got dressed again and went downstairs because I had no idea what to do. No one had any helpful ideas so I came back up and watched some more white collar.

I've spent most of the late afternoon/evening lying on the floor, or the exercise ball, of half down the stairs, or in bed. I just don't know what to do with myself. I'm feeling more and more ill, but I'm not sleepy-tired.

Mo said it'll get dark then I'll fall asleep. I hope he's right. I'm very worried (hopefully for no reason) that last night will happen again. I would cry.

Apparently F likes the elephant toy I got for her and Mo's baby. Mo said they think it's going to be late.

I forgot just how physically ill I feel when I'm this tired.

It's getting dark so I'm hoping I get sleepy soon.

I'm really hungry. But I'm not about to eat. I'm feeling really, really shitty about having had breakfast. And P's healthy food comments didn't help. I had eaten 3 meals in a row, but now I'm going to end up not eating for as long as possible tomorrow, maybe into Saturday, and erghhhhhhhhh. I was trying so hard.

The way I feel my body and the way it is actually oriented are different, and also my phone seems both incredibly close and incredibly far away at the same time.

My uncle might come on Saturday, with his wife and my brothers. He suggested a walk which normally I'd love, but feet. Who knows. Maybe they'll be better by Saturday.

I should be going to the zoo on Sunday. I'm really anxious about it. It's with I think only 1 other student, who I don't know, and a member of staff, who I kind of know from DofE in September/October. I really want to go, but also it's stressing me out a lot.

I don't know when S is next in. I think she said she's running shift on Saturday? If she's not in tomorrow the chances of me eating are basically nothing, unless Mo does something.

I think I'm going to try to go to maths tomorrow morning. But if it doesn't work I don't know if I will be able to make myself stay sat in there. I'm worried that my very very low lesson attendance since the holidays will be brought up at my review next week. So I'm trying more than I actually want to. Biology is a bit far.

Food:

Toast (1 slice w/butter, 1 slice w/jam) - 6:15

Toast (as above), chocolate milk - 7:15

Porridge (ish) - 8:00

Coffee - 8:45

Gingerbread man - 10:45

#recap #food #college #p #d #mo #f #s #lsg #9.5.19

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icaberries · 8 years

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Destination: In Your Arms

Title: Destination: In Your Arms

Author: kagstsukki

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio/Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Oikawa Tooru/Kuroo Tetsurou

Tags: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergence, Polyamory, Long Distance Relationships

Word Count: 2,914 words

Author’s Note: Hiiiiiii~ <3 This was written for @okiiita for the who @hqrarepairexchange. They listed KinKuniKage and OiKuroo as their rare ships. I couldn’t decide which one to focus on so I just did both of them! I hope you like it! (^3^)~<3

Edit: I’m shit with measurements. I changed some of the distances because they did not make sense ;)

Summary:

"Your soulmate is coming?"

Fuck. "Ah...yeah...He'll be here at the opening ceremony. I hope."

"That's nice." Kageyama looks wistful as he stares at his bandaged left wrist. His right hand twitches as if itching to see his numbers, but it stays by his side.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Your soulmates must be watching wherever they are, right?" Kuroo ruffles his hair playfully and Kageyama blushes in embarrassment.

9:08pm, 1200 meters

Tobio: We're boarding our bus now. We'll get to Tokyo around 5am.

Akira: Have a safe trip.

Yuutarou: When does your first game start?

Tobio: Two days from now. We have a day for sightseeing and one for training.

Tobio: Do you want me to bring home anything?

Yuutarou: the Nationals trophy

Tobio: That's already a given

Tobio: ...

Tobio: I really wish you guy could come with me.

Yuutarou: We want to

Yuutarou: But we still have school. I don't think our parents would want us to skip just to head to Tokyo.

Tobio: :(

Akira: Cheer up. The finals is on a weekend, right? We'll be there.

Akira: For now we'll cheer you on from here.

Yuutarou: Oikawa-san is gonna bring his laptop. We can watch the live stream during breaks or after training.

Tobio: Oikawa-san's gonna watch?

Akira: Kuroo-san is participating, isn't he?

Tobio: Ohhhh...

Tobio: That's nice.

Yuutarou: Shit. I gotta go. My Mom's making me go to bed early.

Yuutarou: Have a safe trip, Tobio! Good night!

Yuutarou has logged out

Akira: I have to go to. I have an exam next week.

Akira: You'll do great out there, Tobio.

Tobio: Thank you.

Tobio: Good night, Akira.

Akira: <3

Tobio: <3

Akira has logged out

Tobio has logged out

9:30pm, 1200 meters

Tanaka arrives last, muttering something about his sister and dramatic goodbyes, and they finally make their way to Tokyo.

Kageyama looks out of the window at Karasuno High School with its closed lights and empty hallways. Under normal circumstances, tomorrow would just be another day for weekend training. However, tomorrow they would be miles away in a different city, participating in a tournament that could make a mark in the history of the Karasuno VBC.

"What'cha thinking about Kageyama?" Hinata asks next to him. Despite the darkness of the night, his eyes are still bright, still full of spark and ready for the next challenge.

"Nothing," he answers, but Hinata catches him fiddling with his cellphone.

"They're not coming?" Hinata asks, understanding immediately.

Kageyama sighs, turning away to look out of the window. The bus has exited the school now and is slowly rumbling down the hill. Their teammates are absorbed with talking to each other or trying to sleep. "Our first game is on Monday. They have classes. Of course they can't come."

"Do you want them to?"

Kageyama lowers himself in his seat-he is still unused to someone asking about his feelings-but Hinata's eyes are bright and patient. He'd be lying if he said he doesn't trust him after all they've been through together.

"I miss them," he says, finally putting away his phone. His wrist itches the farther they go. "It hasn't been that long since we got back together again. We promised each other in middle school that we'd go to Nationals together someday. To go there without them...it feels...it's just...it-"

"It doesn't feel right," Hinata finishes for him.

The bus finally arrives at the foot of the hill. It passes by Sakanoshita Store and Ukai-san looks out the window with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Yeah."

Silence passes between them. The bus passes by closed houses, closed shops and cafes, an occasional open store and quiet, empty streets. Everyone is still wide awake, talking in hushed voices. It hasn't quite sink in that they're on their way to Nationals.

"I think they'd go if they can, Kageyama."

"I know."

In a few minutes, they're out of Miyagi and Kageyama feels the distance stretch between him and his soulmates. His wrist burns.

In their world, soulmates are marked with numbers on their wrist corresponding to the physical distance between them.

Kindaichi and Kunimi both lay in bed, watching as one set of their numbers steadily increases and the other one remains the same.

Kageyama watches as the both sets of his numbers rise until he falls asleep, slumped against Hinata.

11:37am, [0m] [365000m]

The Aoba Johsai Men's Volleyball Club had a tradition that every two weeks they'd meet up and hang out outside of volleyball practice. Today they're at a ramen shop they always frequent after games and the owner jovially greets them and ushers them to a long table in the corner. Everyone's being loud and cheerful, the pain of losing semifinals only a memory behind them.

The noise distracts Kindaichi from looking at his numbers as he joins in cheering on the arm wrestling match between Kyoutani and Hanamaki. Next to him sits Kunimi who is frowning down at his wrist. While Kindaichi seems to be able to distract himself, he can't stop thinking about his numbers and worrying about Kageyama. Being a poly bond, all of them have two sets of numbers. While him and Kindaichi have a set saying 0m, Kageyama has both sets showing the enormous distance between them.

Oikawa, who has been unexpectly quiet the whole afternoon, takes a look at both of them, at the upset look on Kunimi's face and forced smile on Kindaichi's. It prompts him to make the announcement.

"I won't be going to school tomorrow."

His voice is loud enough to carry over the entire table. The arm wrestly match abruptly stops, the cheering dies down as the team looks at their captain and Iwaizumi scowls.

"Where the fuck are you going then?" Iwaizumi asks, concern masked under the gruff statement.

"To Tokyo," when he says this, he looks at Kunimi and Kindaichi as if the knew the exact effect his words will have on them.

They're distracted by the arrival of their food. Iwaizumi waits until everyone is tucking in before bumping Oikawa in the shoulder. "I'll cover for you."

"Don't you always do that anyway?" Oikawa smiles, genuine. Iwaizumi snorts and starts eating his ramen. "There's a problem though."

"What's that?"

"If you're covering for me-" Oikawa levels a look at Kunimi and Kindaichi, a knowing look on his face. "-who's gonna cover for you two?"

It's one of the few moments Kunmi is convinced Oikawa is a psychic.

11:32pm, 365000m

Tooru: Find a way for Tobio-chan to cover up his soulmate marks tomorrow.

Tetsu: ???

Tetsu: Okayyyyy

Tetsu: y tho?

Tooru: just do it

Tooru: And why the fuck are you still awake anyway?

Tooru: jfc go to sleep it's Nationals tomorrow!!!!!

Tetsu: says the guy who gets 2 hrs of sleep on game days

Tetsu: But yeah, ok. Ill sleep in a min.

Tetsu: y do you need me to get kags to cover up his marks?

Tooru: because I'm an awesome senpai

Tetsu: stfu im better

Tooru: prove it

Tetsu: I got lev and shiba to realize why their numbers are always the same

Tooru: Well, I'm driving Yuu-chan and Sleepy-chan all the way to Tokyo to see their bf

Tetsu: Fukunaga and Tora got me a 'World's Okay-est Captain' shirt

Tetsu: Daichi got a '#1 Captain' mug smh

Tooru: wtf i want one

Tooru: I locked Yaha-chan and Kyouken in the supply room until they confessed!

Tetsu: Kenma says I have better hair than you

Tooru: LIES

Tooru: SCREW YOU TETSU-CHAN

Tetsu: get to tokyo and we'll see ;)))

Tooru: GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP ALREADY

Tooru: AND SEE YOU TOMORROW

Tooru has logged out

Tetsu: Love you too~

Tetsu has logged out

8:17am <unknown>

"Kageyama-kun are okay? Why is your wrist bandaged?"

"Kuroo-san says Kenma-san and Akaashi-san do this before games for good luck."

"You do know that's a load of bull—mmph!"

"Shut up, Tsukki."

"Wait, isn't that Tsukishima's line?"

"Sorry Yamaguchi."

"What's with the role reversal?!"

6:00am [0m] [363400m]

"Sleepy-chan, Yuu-chan. Get in."

Kunimi eyes the light blue Cadillac dubiously. "Um..."

"Don't worry! I have my license already. We'll be fine."

"That's not very assuring, Oikawa-san." Kunimi says as he climbs in the back seat with his and Kindaichi's bags. Kindaichi tries to join him but is stopped by Oikawa.

"Go ride shotgun, Yuu-chan."

Kindaichi pales. "Do I have to?"

"Of course." Oikawa steers him to the front seat and all but pushes him in. "That way I don't feel like a Mom chaffeuring her two kids to their first date."

"You'll survive," Kunimi says in consolation, patting his shoulder. Kindaichi gives him a withering look as puts on his seatbelt.

Oikawa slides in the driver's seat, checks all the mirrors and puts on his seatbelt. "I got Kuroo-chan to convince Tobio-chan to cover his marks. That way it will be a surprise."

"Thanks Oikawa-san," Kunimi says and Kindaichi echoes his sentiments. It's not just about the surprise, it's for everything—lying smoothly to their parents about their whereabouts, getting Iwaizumi to cover for them at school, driving them in the first place.

Oikawa understands what they mean and looks fondly at his two juniors. "You're welcome. A captain has to look out for his team, y'know?"

The tender moment lasts for about two seconds until Oikawa shoots out of the driveway and narrowly misses hitting a trash can on their way out.

10:02am, 9500m

Kuroo stares at his numbers. They've been steadily decreasing since morning. A flutter of anticipation washes over him at the thought of seeing Oikawa again. The last time they saw each other had been last summer when Nekoma went to Miyagi for a practice match and he snuck out to see Oikawa for a few minutes.

"Um...Kuroo-san?"

Kageyama is standing in front of him, fidgeting with the bandage on his wrist. "Can I take it off now?"

"No!" he bursts out, starlting both of them. "Not until they get here."

"Not until who gets here?"

Shit. "U-Until Kenma or Akaashi gets here. You can ask them when to take it off. I don't really know. Must be a setter thing." Kuroo laughs nervously, scratching at his cheek with his index finger. Kageyama follows the movement, eyes zeroing in on the numbers on Kuroo's wrist.

"Your soulmate is coming?"

Fuck. "Ah...yeah...He'll be here at the opening ceremony. I hope."

"That's nice." Kageyama looks wistful as he stares at his bandaged left wrist. His right hand twitches as if itching to see his numbers, but it stays by his side.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Your soulmates must be watching wherever they are, right?" Kuroo ruffles his hair playfully and Kageyama blushes in embarassment.

If Kageyama was Oikawa's kouhai way back then, that makes him partially Kuroo's too, right?

10:34am, 4897m

"Shit." Oikawa looks out into the sea of cars before him. They were already inside Tokyo, but the stadium where Nationals was being held was still far away. To top it off, they were stuck in traffic, squeezed between a truck and a minivan and the noise of Tokyo's streets pounding through the windows.

"Are we going to make it?" Kindaichi asks worriedly, scratching at his numbers. They haven't changed for a while now. "The program starts at 11."

"We'll get there," Oikawa promises. His grip around the steering wheel tightens. "We just have to...get in front of this line somehow."

Oikawa glances at Kunimi in the mirror. He is rubbing at his wrist restlessly as if it would make the numbers change faster. To his side, Kindaichi sticks his head out of the window to look at the traffic light up ahead. Oikawa looks down at his own mark. The number marked there is practically mocking him, telling him he's close but it's not enough.

"Kindaichi, get back inside. Kunimi, seatbelt now."

The use of their real names prompt his two juniors to scramble for their seats. Up ahead, the light turns green and the cars start moving forward. When the truck in front of them moves he turns to face both of them, an intense look in his eyes.

"Do not tell Iwa-chan about this," he stresses. They nod furiously.

Oikawa floors it.

10:40am, <427meters>

"What the fuck?!" Kuroo exclaims as he watches the number on his wrist rapidly decrease. "What is he doing?"

"Your soulmate must be excited to see you." Kageyama comments, unknown to him that his numbers are doing the same beneath the bandage. He removes his eyes from Kuroo's decreasing numbers when he catches sight of yellow and white jerseys down the hallway. "Oh, I see Akaashi-san. I'll ask him about the bandage."

"Kageyama wait!"

Hurry the fuck up, Tooru.

10:42am, <157m>

Kindaichi has done suicide laps until he fainted, he went sky diving from a plane on a dare, he experienced a forty feet drop off a roller coaster.

None of that could compare to Oikawa Tooru's driving.

The scenery blurs outside the vehicle as Oikawa weaves through the traffic and goes through the smallest of spaces as if he is simply looking for cracks in a blocker's defense. Kindaichi yelps as they almost crash into an electric pole if not for Oikawa making a sharp turn that almost lifted one side of the car.

Kunimi has his eyes closed in the back seat, trying to ignore all the chaos. Kindaichi itches to hold his hand for comfort but it's currently busy holding on to the safety bar above his head for his dear life.

And if he somehow broke said bar during the ride, he'll apologize to Iwaizumi later.

Assuming Iwaizumi won't be too busy killing Oikawa for this.

10:44am, <unknown>

"A lucky charm for setters?" Akaashi raises a brow, confused.

"Kuroo-san said you and Kenma-san do it before games." Kageyama raises his wrist to reveal the bandage wrapped around it. "When can I remove it?"

Akaashi looks behind Kageyama to where Kuroo is making cross motions with his hands.

"You can take it off now, if you'd like," he says, smile borderline sly. Kuroo's jaw drops. "I don't know about you, but I don't like hiding my soulmate mark."

"Fucking hell Akaashi!"

10:46am, 110m

Kunimi staggers out of the car, dropping on his knees on the asphalt of the parking lot.

"Oh sweet land, I am never leaving you again," he mutters, pressing his cheek on the ground.

"Now's not the time for a nap," Oikawa says. His hair still artfully styled after the ride. What the hell? He's helping a pale Kindaichi out of the car. "I'm calling Kuroo-chan!"

10:47am, [15m] [15m]

"Huh?"

Kageyama stares at his numbers in disbelief. This morning it was 365200, but now it was only 15?

"Looks like your soulmates are nearby. I'd go find them if I were you. The ceremony starts in a few minutes," Akaashi says before walking back to the clustered Fukurodani players.

Kuroo pulls out his phone at an incoming text.

Tooru: We're here!!! Lobby, near the player's entrance. Hurry!!!

"Sawamura! I need to borrow your setter for minute. Yaku, keep an eye on the team!"

Ignoring their indignant shouts, Kuroo grabs Kageyama by the arm and bolts.

10:49, 3.3528m

Kunimi is someone who values his sleep. Few things hold rapture over him than the bliss of a nap. However, included in those few things are his boyfriends. It's why he let Kindaichi burst through his bedroom door at 5am in the morning. It's why he willingly skipped class just to drive four hours to Tokyo. It's why he's standing here right now.

Kindaichi's heart has just returned to its normal pace after Oikawa's driving from hell, but the sight of Kageyama appearing in the lobby makes it speed up again. A large smile fills his face at the look of surprise and utter happiness on Kageyama's face at the sight of them.

Kageyama stares at them. Is it really-?

He starts running.

14m

13m

12m

He launches himself at Kindaichi who catches him in his arms, laughing as he twirls them around.

"You came! You're here! You're real!" Kageyama says, excitement on his features and his eyes bright as he looks at them, their ruffled hair, their tired eyes and the happy smiles on their faces.

"Of course. There was no way we're missing your first Nationals game." Kindaichi brushes their noses together, earning him a breathless laugh.

"But school--"

"There are two hundred days in a school year." Kunimi says, stepping up and cupping his cheek. "But only one day for our boyfriend's Nationals debut."

"But how--"

"Oikawa-san drove us." Kunimi buries his hear in Kageyama's black uniform jacket. "We had to wake up at dawn to make it on time." He nuzzles against him, letting out a soft yawn.

"Are you still sleepy?" Kageyama asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Worth it. You're always worth it, Tobio."

"Unlike you, Kunimi is not good in sleeping in a moving vehicle. Especially if it's Oikawa-san driving." Oikawa makes an affronted noise a few feet away but it's drowned out by his giggles as Kuroo peppers his face with kisses, arms wrapped around Oikawa's waist.

Kindaichi tries to pull Kunimi off Kageyama. "Come on, if we get inside now you can take a nap before the opening ceremony."

"Wait." Kunimi pulls away but he still has a hand gripping Kageyama's jacket. He pulls him down by the fabric and presses a kiss on his cheek. When Kunimi lets go, there's a smirk on his face. "Go kick some ass."

Kageyama grins, feral, determined and beautiful all at once. "Count on it."

Kindaichi kisses the top of his head. "Show the world what you can do."

"So I'll just show you two then?"

They look at him in confusion.

Kageyama smiles. "You two are my world after all."

Forget Oikawa's driving, it's Kageyama's smile that kills them in the end.

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Poster Boy [Chapter 5] - Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Slow updates over the next two weeks. I’ve got a bunch of exams.

Tags: @vanessawolfblue @kxylo-ren @britishteahater

The process of waking up is slow, very slow. Not yet with the energy to open my eyes and vanquish any wandering thoughts, I instead curl in on myself further, the warmth of the sheets comforting, my mind barely noticing the beeps of machines and quiet murmurs in the room. My breathing is slow.

The urge to try and fall back asleep is strong. I wriggle, repositioning myself on the hard bed when I am reminded of the blaster wound I suffered. Almost unmoving, I crack open my eyes, glancing down hopelessly in the direction of my torso as I gingerly brush my fingers over the bandages. If I press hard enough, I can almost feel the raw, charred skin dashed across the side of my ribs.

The voices quieten and I hear footsteps leading away from my bedside. I take a minute, mentally preparing myself to actually move and face the day. I roll onto my other side to see Poe in the cot besides mine.

"Morning." I mumble, eyes still half lidded from sleep, drooping and fluttering shut.

"Afternoon, actually," He tells me, a small chuckle following his words. I hum in acknowledgment, a ghost of a smile touching my lips and my eyes shutting again, not quite willing to leave the depths of sleep. "It's good to see you up."

"How're you feeling?" I murmur, forcing my eyes open more, my head resting on my arm like a pillow.

"I'm fine. I woke up about half an hour ago. Doctors insist on making me stay for today, though," Poe tells me, sitting propped up against some actual pillows. "You didn't tell me you got shot. How are you?"

"It's barely a scratch." I notice him shaking his head at me lightly.

"General Organa came to see you, wanted to thank you for getting the information and getting us back alive," Poe nods towards to orange jumpsuit on the table besides my bed. "She also dropped off a new uniform, since yours was ruined."

I offer him a small smile before sighing and settling back down in the bed. I deserve the sleep.

"You ever gonna get up?" Poe grins at me, a brow quirked.

"'M comfy." I mumble, voice muffled by my arm. I open my eyes a touch and grin back at him. He laughs.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence. I'm drifting off again, but much to my dismay, a small thought begins to nag at the back of my mind.

"Y'know, nobody has to know that it was me doing the saving," I speak up, quickly catching Poe's attention. I'm almost bitter at myself for suggesting this. "We could pretend it was you. I know how much your reputation matters." Poe stares at me, slightly slack-jawed. He regains himself, and moves his attention elsewhere.

"Thanks." Is his one word reply. I hum in response, closing my eyes again. My return to sleep is cut short by my stomach rumbling.

I huff as I throw off my covers and sit up, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. I barely notice that I'm only in my leggings from yesterday and my sports bra, my torso mostly covered by bandages. I quickly pull on my uniform and shoes as a doctor notices me.

"You want anything?" I ask Poe over my shoulder as the doctor grants me permission to leave.

"Nah. There probably isn't much left anyway." He says, and a glance at the clock tells me lunch was a couple hours ago. Oh well.

Aside from a handle of people conversing in their free time, the Food Hall is empty. One of the many chefs sees me as I approach the counter.

"You wouldn't happen to have any left overs, would you?" I ask, smiling sheepishly as I ignore the gnawing hunger. They sigh, but bring out a bowl of some kind of cooked grain with a russet coloured curried sauce on top and a small roll of bread.

"I'm afraid that's all that's left." They tell me.

"Thank you, but could I get another bowl and spoon?" I ask. They seem curious, but don't ask questions as they give the objects to me. I quickly split the curried grain into equal portions. Flashing the chef a smile, I leave. "Thanks."

Much to my relief, I don't bump into anyone I know on the trip. I enter the Medbay to find Poe bickering with one of the nurses, trying to weasel his way into being discharged.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I brought food." I speak up. The nurse shoots me a thankful look and hurries off. Poe eyes the bowls, and I hear his stomach grumble. I laugh, handing him one of the dishes and the loaf of bread.

"Thanks, but what about you?" He says, trying to give me back the bread.

"Your injuries are worse than mine. Keep it." I refuse.

"You haven't eaten since we left for the mission. You deserve the bread." Poe argues.

"I have food now though! You need it more than me." I retort.

The bickering goes back and forth, both of us taking bites of the cooked grain while the other is speaking, until somebody takes the bread from Poe's hand and tears it in two.

"I could hear you two from down the hall." Jessika rolls her eyes at us, handing us each a piece of the loaf. I pout as I stare at my piece of bread, deliberating whether or not to just throw it at Poe. Eventually, I swallow my pride along with the food.

"Thanks for helping me last night." I tell Jessika, referencing how she helped me with BB-8 and got me to the Medbay.

"No problem," She says, shrugging. "How are you two feeling?"

"Fine." Poe and I say in unison. Jess raises her brows, stifling her laughter.

"Good. The General has a message for you." Right on cue, General Organa walks in. Jess nods at the older woman before taking her leave.

"Firstly, thank you both for your deeds yesterday. We will still need your reports on the event, but for now your droids have informed us of your actions," A subtle smirk crosses the woman's face. "Thanks to the risks you took, we now know where the First Order are planning their next attack."

Poe and I exchange a look, sitting up a little straighter, our empty bowls set aside. The General looks me in the eye, with what seems to be a hint of pity.

"You're familiar with the planet Pamarthe?" General Organa says, directed at Poe. My breath catches, and I quickly avert my gaze from both my higher ups.

"Yeah. We've got a few pilots from there, right?" Poe nods, a frown appearing on his face.

"The information that Y/N stole from the First Order tells us that that is where they are planning their next attack, set for a weeks' time." General Organa informs us, glancing in my direction. I swallow thickly.

"I'll go," I volunteer, standing up. "I know the other Pamarthen pilots will want to go, too."

"Thank you, Captain L/N. I was hoping you would volunteer," General Organa smiles at me. "I want you to gather a small group of volunteers to go to Pamarthe tomorrow. We do not know if the First Order will change their plans, so it would be best to be prepared."

"Yes, General. We'll leave first thing in the morning, once I've finished my report for the last mission." I tell her.

"It would be best for you to also send daily updates on the situation there. Another squadron will join you closer to the attack date," General Organa informs me. The older woman smiles softly at me, putting a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. Sometimes I forget the stories telling of the planet Alderaan. "May the force be with you, Y/N."

She leaves. I take a deep breath before I too leave, knowing I have to do my duty, a seed of courage blooming inside me.

The following morning, I arrive shortly before the rest of the pilots I'm taking with me to Pamarthe. As BB-09 beeps at me reassuringly, I call the attention of my comrades, standing on a small crate and shouting out to them. There's only six of us, but six is all we need to keep our people safe while staying on the lowdown.

"I just quickly want to thank you all for volunteering on such short notice," I call out, beginning my mini-speech. "This is the first time most of us are returning after many years, and I understand that it isn't on the best terms. We may be going back, but don't let your guard down. Know where your teammates are, where your blasters are, where your ships are relative to you at all times, because these are what will help us defend our home planet, and I trust that if anyone can defend our homes, it's you. This being said, I do want you all to enjoy the time we have on Pamarthe. You all deserve it."

The small crowd disperses, whooping as they pump themselves up for the mission at hand, clapping each other on the back, saluting back at me. I hop down for the crate, smiling at the actions of my pilots, when somebody catches my eyes.

"Shouldn't you be in the Medbay?" I grin, walking over to them, my helmet propped up between my arm and my hip.

"They just let me go. Figured I'd see you off." Poe chuckles, smiling down at me.

"Thanks. Don't want you pushing yourself too far though," I joke, noticing how the man is avoiding putting weight on his bad ankle. BB-8 beeps and whistles to me, and I squat down to it's level. "And thank you too, buddy. Make sure Poe doesn't get into any more trouble for me, won't you?" The droid whirrs, amused but agreeable.

"Hey, if you need any help out there, give me a shout. I've got your back." Poe grabs my arm as I turn to leave, his voice showing how serious he is.

"I know you do," I smile softly at him. "And I hope you know it goes both ways."

"Yeah. You've proven that," Poe laughs breathily. "Good luck out there. I'll see you soon."

"See you around, Dameron." I say, walking away as he lets go of my wrist, stepping out into the early morning light. I beckon for BB-09 to follow me before waving goodbye over my shoulder to the pilot.

"So, what was that?" I'm asked by one of my pilots over the comms once we're up in the air.

"What was what?" I reply.

"That moment with Poe down there." I can practically hear the grin in their voice. I laugh.

"Nothing. He was just sending us off." I tell them.

"And by 'us', you mean 'you'?" Another cuts in, giggling. I sigh, shaking my head at the comments of my team fondly.

"Just focus on the mission at hand, guys." I say, a smile on my face. The lightness in my voice is enough to tell them I'm not angry, though.

"Everyone ready?" I ask into my mic, the pilots responding affirmative. "Good. Preparing for the jump to hyperspace."

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