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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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Class of Temptation - CHAPTER TWO

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No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 2,196

!!Warnings!!: None.

Chapter Name: Mr Murphy

Brief Chapter Outline: Tessa attends Orientation week at her selected University and explores the campus and the courses and clubs it offers. She then goes to her info session for her Drama course and finds herself meeting a very handsome man...

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A few days had passed since her birthday and today was Orientation week at the selected Uni Tessa had picked. She had picked out a casual outfit, black shorts and a champagne silk blouse with flared short sleeves. She added low cut converse shoes and pulled her hair up in a high pony-tail.

She threw on her small backpack that had her keys, wallet, phone and a notepad in case she needed to take some notes down. Esther would meet with her by the afternoon at the uni.

Tessa headed off, she had already posted a pic of herself on Instagram and smiled at the comments. She occasionally got some hate but she just ignored them.

As she sat on the train, she began to contemplate. Her thoughts wandered to the card she received from her father and the conversation she had with Mila about it. Her father had been right, Mila and he had been in contact for almost three years now and seemed to be on good terms.

Aria, on the other hand, had not taken the news so well when Mila had told her a few months back. Yet, Tess did not really care. The only thing she didn't like was that Mila gave their shit father her address to her apartment.

Tessa had vowed that day she left she would not ever keep in contact with him or let him know her whereabouts. But so much for that. She hoped she would not see another letter again if she did she would be thoroughly mad.

She made sure she told Mila to never give anything to their father which resulted in a heated argument and Mila hung up on her.

Tessa sighed as she got off the train and headed up to the street above. She gave herself a moment and admired the bustling crowd of tourists and workers. Many would say London was too hectic and crazy but Tessa loved the fast-paced atmosphere of it. And the photos always looked so good when she took them.

Sydney had been where she was birthed. She only remembered a bit of it, living along a coastline in a pretty small home. But the rest it was a blur of screaming and yelling when it came to her father and her birth mother.

The university came into view and she headed inside as she was handed pamphlets and a bag. There was a tour guide but she wanted to do this on her own, find her own way around. There was a lot of people, many younger girls and boys with their families. It made her sad that she had to do this without some parent beside her, no smiling father or a proud mother.

Tessa trudged on, checking out the many other courses the uni offered and talked to the people. More hand-outs she took before she found where she could check out the clubs they offered. She made sure to sign up for the art club, a chilled afternoon once a week where a group gathered and just drew and talked.

She then went to the orchestra club and introduced herself to the large group. They seemed super keen that she would be joining them and managed to get their social handles. She laughed when they were shocked to see she was an elite model and they were gushing, especially the girls.

After that, Tessa went to listen in on some other courses that spiked her interest and took notes down. Then off she went to her drama talk.

People were walking out of the lecture room as she came in, it seemed to be finished.

"Oh, did I miss it?" She frowned as she spotted a man bent down and retrieving something from his bag.

The man turned as he straightened himself. He was dressed in skinny black jeans, a green shirt with a low cut V neck and a casual suit jacket in which he was just taking off.

"You did. But no worries, there will be another in fifteen minutes. Care to hang around." He said in his Irish accent, a sweet smile graced that sharp cut face.

Tessa was mesmerised by how clear his blue eyes were, "Oh, uh, okay. Sorry." She laughed nervously as she awkwardly sat down.

"You don't need to sit that far, come on. Come upfront." He waved her over, taking a sip of his water bottle.

Tessa hesitated but got up as she made her way over to the front.

"I'm Cillian Murphy," He said, holding his hand out to her.

"U-Uh... I'm Tessa." She took his hand. It was strong and firm once she sat down, his flashy watch curled around a veined wrist.

"Nice to meet you, Tessa. So you've picked Drama and Theatre, hm?" He took a seat in front of her. He had a thick head of hair which was parted at the side and seemed to curl over his forehead. She also noticed the freckles that dusted his buttoned nose and pale cheeks.

But most importantly she was shocked to actually meet the famous man, "Yeah. I have. I want to go, um, into a different pathway." She nodded.

"Oh? Have you studied before?" He sat back, arms loosely folded over his chest. His gentle smile never fading.

"No. Never." She shook her head.

"You work then? You seem very well dressed." He mused.

"I'm a model. I work for various fashion brands." She felt her nerves kick in, she wasn't the type to just accept compliments from people she didn't know. It made her feel weird.

Cillian seemed to see the discomfort in her and sighed, "Sorry. I don't mean to come across as overbearing or too straightforward. But a model, hey? That's alright." He said in a more gentler tone.

"Mhm. I love it, it's fun. But I want more so drama has been something I've always wanted to do. So I finally took that chance." Tessa replied not really meeting his gaze.

"Good, good. Well, I'll be teaching the class, I got good experience so you'll be learning from the best." He winked at her as he stood, "I gotta go freshen myself up. Rest here and we'll get the info session started soon." He said before he left her alone in the room.

Tessa eased back in the chair as her shoulders finally relaxed. That was super intense but it might just be her racing nerves. It was busy today and a lot going on.

Especially with a man, she would not ever dream of meeting. She had seen him in a couple of films and he was exceptionally great. She would hope to be just as good as he but first thing first was that she had to overcome her fear of... well, acting in front of people.

Modelling was kind of different. All she had to do was strut down the catwalk in her outfit, pose and walk off. She wasn't in the spotlight for a long time, only briefly for photos. Or when it came to photoshoots she was surrounded by people she knew and wasn't afraid of showing her body off or being up against a man or a woman.

Tessa would not let her fear of strangers overwhelm her. She had to deal with this before, a little more different but she would do this. She had to. The only way to make a better life for herself.

People began to filter in and it was soon pretty full. Cillian had returned and clapped his hands together, "Well, it looks like a full house so I can start." He said and got right into it.

He took them through the structure of the course, what to expect, what materials were needed. There was a project to be done by the end of the first year, to work as a whole class and create a play and perform it.

This would be interesting, she thought, writing down her notes. Three years worth. It was very daunting.

Though she really enjoyed Cillian's passion, he spoke from the heart and seemed like a really cool man. She looked forward to the class if he was going to be like this.

"I do hope to see some you guys in class, thank you for coming. Catch ya later." He smiled and people stood up and filed out.

"So you thinking of enrolling?" Cillian brought his attention back to Tessa who had a page full of notes.

"I already am. Just wanted to come in and listen to make sure I picked the course I want to do." She looked up and met those gorgeous eyes. He had put on his brown and black spotted glasses. He really did look like the drama type of teacher.

"Oh yeah? You don't got any questions?" He asked.

"Uhm... You mentioned a big project to be done by the end of the first year. What is that like?" She asked it was the only thing that worried her.

"Well, it's a task the board have made to bring out teamwork in a group. Usually, when you are working on a piece, you are working with many other people. So we want to see how well you interact with others off stage and on stage as well." He explained.

"Oh, okay. I see. And I'm guessing we will get notified of the exam as well?" She asked.

"Yeah. Of course," He nodded, "Closer to the end of each term you will be notified."

"Sorry for the silly questions. I-I just want to know." She said, holding her back close as if it may protect her.

"No question is silly. Ask as many as you want." He gave her a reassuring smile. "Any more?"

"None, thank you." She let out a soft sigh.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you when the semester starts. Nice meeting you, Miss Tessa." He held out his hand and she took it and shook.

"Nice meeting you too, Mr Murphy." She blushed a little.

"Just Cillian, please." He said with a soft laugh.

"Okay, Cillian. See you now." She said and turned to head out of the room.

She spent the rest of her morning attending other information sessions of other classes and took a small tour with a group around campus.

Esther called her up to tell Tessa she was here so on she went to the main gates to find her best friend all dolled up.

"Hey!" Esther smiled and they embraced.

"Hi, how was the shoot?" Tessa asked her.

"Really good. I got to keep some of the lingerie that was used." She giggled. "Wearing it right now." She wiggled her eyebrows at her.

"Oh," Tessa gave her a hip bump, "Lucky you."

"Let's go eat! You gotta talk to me about today." Esther said as they headed to a Thai restaurant.

Once they sat, checked the menu and ordered, Esther had her full attention on Tessa. "So, how was it?"

"It was good. The campus is so nice! So green, there's like a giant park next to it. I went to some info sessions on other classes to see what they were like. But, oh my god." Tessa said in an excited tone, "You would not believe who is my drama teacher."

Esther raised her brow, "Who?" She was confused.

"You know that hot actor, that one played in Batman as the evil guy scarecrow? Inception? And that new movie, Anna?" Tessa said.

Esther's eyes widened, "No fucking way." She said.

"Yes fucking way! It's him, Cillian Murphy." Tessa said with equal excitement.

"Holy fuck! Oh my god. Oh. My. God." Esther was shaking with such enthusiasm. "That is gonna be so awesome. Does he look like how he looks in the movie?" Esther leaned forward.

"Oh fuck he does. He wears glasses too. Unbelievable. At first, I didn't really like, put it together but when he spoke I knew instantly who he was. He was so kind to, but I was still so nervous." Tessa smiled a little.

"So he'll be teaching the class. What's the class like?" Esther continued.

"Three years and at the end of the first year we gotta have a play ready to showcase." Tessa shuddered. "That's really intense."

"Oh, it sounds like it. But you're gonna ace it! I know you will." Esther reached over and took her hands.

"Yeah?" Tessa looked up and met her pretty eyes.

"Yeah. I believe in you." Esther kissed her hands and pulled back as their food came. "I've always believed in you from the moment we met. I know you can do this."

Tessa blushed, "Thank you, Esther. Means a lot." She said before they ate and chatted about Esther's shoot. After they ate they headed back to central London where the agency was and continued on with some other shoots they had to do for the rest of the afternoon that went well into the evening.

Tessa was glad to be back home and spend the night cuddled up with Esther watching a TV Show. The two girls fell asleep like that wrapped in a light blanket.

#cillian murphy #teacher x student #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #fanfiction

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telltalia · 4 years

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wuɳɗɛʀรcɦöɳ, PT 1

Wuɳɗɛʀรcɦöɳ, Germany x Reader

Word Count: 3,253

Written back in 2017 during my crazy Germany phase and when I was just starting my German lessons. Now, I’m starting my 3rd year of the German language. Wow. Time is an illusion. It might be a bit cringey because I had just begun writing at the time, but I was really proud of it and still do kinda like it.

-December 23-

'Shit, shit, shit.’

You were currently wandering, lost, through a city miles and miles away from your hometown- scratch that- your home country! Such a good idea to try to navigate through a foreign country without knowing a speck of the language. Well, other than simple high school education. How did you end up in this situation again? Oh yeah, your sister. Your sister's boyfriend, to be exact.

Your sister decided to move to Germany with her boyfriend Gilbert a few months ago, and she wanted you to come to visit. Of course, you've always wanted to visit a foreign country, but sadly, this meant leaving your safe, warm house and heading out into the cold foreign lands. You still remember that phone call. "Hey, (Y/N)! Gilbert and I think it would be awesome if you could come to visit us over Christmas! We'll even send you money for a plane ticket if you need it!" After a lot of persuading, you finally gave in and promised to come as soon as you could. "Awesome!" Gilbert had answered. "When you get off the plane head to the train station! I'll have my brother pick you up from there." They were strange instructions, but Gil was a strange person. So you packed a duffel bag of the essentials, and here you were, a few weeks later in the German city of Munich. It was quite beautiful, but sadly you were too busy focusing on the cold. You knew it'd be cold, considering its winter, but not this cold! You made a mental note to kick Gilbert once you saw him again. Furrowing deeper into your coat, you looked up to the sign once again with determination. What does it say? It can't be that hard to figure it out. "Damn it..." you muttered softly. If only you could use your phone to translate it. But sadly, you didn't have Wifi, and you were stupid enough to forget to download something beforehand to help you. Now, here you were with only a heavy coat and a stressed mind, standing in the soft winter flurries. All you needed was the train station. But sadly, you didn't recognize any of the words on this sign. Sighing deeply, you stepped back and moved to the side so that other people could read it, not noticing the pair of soft blue eyes that followed you gently. Spotting a small bench, you brushed the snow off of it and sat, discouraged. It was only a few moments until: "Entschuldigung, ist alles in Ordnung?" You jumped a bit and glanced up to make eye contact with a sturdy man, who immediately glanced away shyly. "Es tut mir Leid. Es geht mich wirklich nichts an." He continued talking, and you panicked. ‘Okay, okay, think!’ You ordered yourself. ‘High school German class, come back to me!’ "U-uh. I-Ich... sp-spreche kein... or is it keine? No... shit." The young man glanced back at you with a patient look in his eyes, and under his soft blue gaze, you felt even more shy. "I-Ich spreche kein Deutsch." You finally managed, though it sounded more like a question than a statement. The man ran his hand through his slicked-back blond hair, raised his eyebrows and nodded in understanding. Both of you seemed a little bit awkward. "Oh? Englisch?" You nodded, finally feeling a glimmer of hope on this trip. Maybe he could help you. "Do you know any English? I-uh... I mean... sprechen du... I mean Sie! Sprechen Sie Englisch?" Your cold cheeks practically lit aflame when the man let out a stifled, barely noticeable chuckle at your attempts. "Yes, I know English." You never thought you could fall in love with a voice, but that low German accent speaking in English was the nicest sounding thing you've ever heard. God... you don't even know the man and you're imagining what his voice would sound like whispering words of endearment. It sounded so gentle the way he spoke. "Well..." You began with a sigh. "That's a relief." "I... um," the man stumbled over his words a bit. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to speaking in English, or maybe it was simply because he was shy. Either way, you found it cute, almost endearing. "It may not be my business, but you looked a bit stressed. I suppose it's because you couldn't read the sign back there?" "Yeah." You nodded shyly, feeling silly. "I was, uh, looking for the train station and I couldn't tell what the sign was saying. I'm surprised I got this far." "I could get you to it if you want." Quickly, you shook your head. "I don't want to inconvenience you! I'll find it eventually!" "Nein, nein. I was on my way there anyway. I'm supposed to pick someone up." Suddenly, something hit you. Metaphorically, that is. You knew there was something familiar about his face. As strange as it seemed, you felt as if you had seen this stranger before. And you had. When your sister first met Gilbert, she would send emails and messages every night. Some of these messages included photos of her and Gilbert. Most of the time it was just her showing something stupid Gilbert was doing- drunk or not- and other times, it was both of them, pulling a prank on Gilbert’s poor, unsuspecting brother. You always thought that he was kind of cute but, if this was him, he’s certainly more than you expected. "I, uhh." How could you word this that doesn't make it sound creepy? "You wouldn't happen to know a Gilbert, would you? Beilschmidt?” The man’s face twisted up in confusion. “Yes, I do. He’s my brother.” “Well. Then I think you’re the person I’m looking for.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m (Y/N). My sister is dating your brother.” You cringed a bit at the last line. ‘Wow, what a way to introduce yourself. Smooth.’ “Well, that’s convenient, isn’t it?” He shook your hand, eyeing you in curiosity. “Ludwig.” He introduced himself simply, nodding. After introducing himself, he pulled his hand away and ran it over his smooth hair again. This seemed to be a habit of his. Maybe he was nervous- or just shy. He continued analyzing you, with a soft look of bewilderment on his face, making you feel all the more uncomfortable. You took the quick chance to inspect him as well. He stood quite a few- and I mean many- inches taller than you, and behind the thick winter coat, you could tell he had a sturdy and firm build. He must definitely work out. He had light blonde hair slicked back on his head and adorned with a few unmelted snowflakes, and baby blue eyes. Eyes that met yours. After only a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he looked away quickly, focusing his gaze on the ground with a blush on his face. “You’re different than I thought you would be.” your cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Did that mean he was thinking about you? What did he think you were going to be like? And why did something as little as that matter to you? “What did you think I’d be like?” “Well, your sister is quite…” he paused, looking for the right word. It was obvious he didn’t want to offend you or your sister. “Annoying?” For the first time since you’d met him, Ludwig let a small smile span across his face. “Annoying, ja. Almost as much as my brother. But you on the other hand.” He paused again, “You seem like a nice woman. Smarter than your sister. More modest. And a lot smarter than Gilbert, that Dummkopf. It’s nice to know I won’t have another idiot in my house.” That complement left you flushed, not in embarrassment, but in satisfaction. “O-oh.” you smiled at him. “Thank you.” “Bitte.” Another moment of silence followed his response, and you decided it was time to go. “Do you have a car? We should probably get to Gilbert’s house. Or is it your house?” “He lives in my house. But I have Gilbert’s car right now.” he waved his hand in a 'come along' fashion and turned towards where the car apparently was. He opened the door and motioned for you to get in. "I can put your bags in the trunk if you wish." He suggested hesitantly. It was obvious he didn't talk to girls frequently. "T-thanks." You smiled at him, and he quickly looked away, putting your bags away and then sliding into the driver's side next to you. As he started the car and began the drive, you tried to strike up a conversation. "So... how far is your house?" "Ehhm, nicht weit. Not far. Just outside the city. About 10 minutes." Silence once again. You gazed out the window a bit, taking in some of the passing houses. This was such a pretty town. "This is such a pretty city." You sighed dreamily. "Ja, it's one of my favorite places in Germany." Ludwig responded. "How many other places have you been?" You glanced over at Ludwig and met his gaze. He immediately looked back to the road with a blush. "Well, mein Bruder and I lived in Berlin for most of our lives. We came here for Oktoberfest one year and he liked it so much he wanted to move here." He let out a soft scoff and you couldn't help but imagine Gilbert drunk off his ass and begging to live here. "I prefer the North. Although Munich is sehr schön." You almost melted at the way the German word rolled off his tongue so naturally. He glanced aside at you awkwardly. "S-So... how long are you staying?" "Just three days. Until Christmas evening. I don't have much family at home so when my sister called I decided 'Why not?' Just a few days won't hurt." "You don't have any family at home?" "Well, you know. Everyone is too busy to celebrate Christmas with me. So I'm usually alone on Christmas." A slight look of pity crossed Ludwig's eyes. "How long have you been living alone? You don't look that old." "No, I'm only 20. I've been on my own since I turned 18. I was pretty good financially, so as soon as I was done with high school I moved out." "Well, this year I'm sure Gilbert and (S/N) will make sure to have a big celebration." He glanced at you reassuringly. "It sounds like them." You laughed. Looking out the window a bit, you noticed Ludwig pull into a driveway surrounded by trees. "Are we here already?" "Ja, come on." You hopped out of the car and went to help Ludwig with your bags. "Nein, (Y/N). I've got them. Go tell them we're here." You gave Ludwig a small nod of appreciation and turned towards the house. It was nicely sized, and made of stone. You stepped up the steps to the door and knocked, from inside you could hear several bodies scrambling to the door. Suddenly, the door was thrown open and you were surrounded by different sounds, feelings, and smells. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! OH MY GOD, YOU'RE HERE." Before you even noticed the dogs, you were stumbling backward into a sturdy chest. Ludwig held you protectively and quickly got the dogs to back down. "Aster, Berlitz, Blackie! Halt! Runter!" You glanced at Ludwig and he at you for a few moments before the three dogs sat obediently in the doorway, moving aside so that Gilbert and your sister could tackle you with hugs. "Man! I haven't seen you in so long! This is awesome!" Your sister examined you, taking in the slight differences. "How'd you like my lesser awesome little brother?" Gilbert. Separating from Ludwig, you gave Gilbert's shoulder a light punch. And laughed. "He was nice. Stop it." "Ow! (S/N), she's abusing me!" "Come on sis, I'll show you where you can put your stuff." You took your bags out of Ludwig's hands, glancing up at him in thanks once again, before following your sister. As she was walking you through the halls, she nudged you gently. "Sooooo... what do you think?" "About what?" Your sister snickered softly. "About Luddy." A blush lit you face up quickly, and your sister immediately noticed. "Aha! You like him." "N-no! It's not... It's not like that. He's really nice!" "And hot too, right?” Judging by the embarrassed look that spread across your face, she continued “Come on. Even if you don't like him, you've gotta admit..." you stayed silent for a few moments, before deciding it was useless to argue with her. "Okay... yeah, I think he's kind of hot." you smiled softly, instantly regretting it when your sister let a wide grin spread across her face in a “ha-ha, I got you.” kind of way. "Oh man, you do! You're in lo~ove." “What?! But you just said-” your sister cut you off, arriving in an empty room. “Okay, (Y/N). You wanna know the real reason I wanted you to come over here?” “Because you miss me and wanted me to experience traveling to another country?” you asked dryly. “Well, that too. But mostly, I wanted you to meet Luddy. I mean, he’s perfect for you! Plus, both of you are lonely as shit. So I wanted you to get to know each other.” you turned bright red. "You mean the only reason I came here was that you wanted to set me up?" "Okay, I can understand if you're mad. But seriously. Ludwig's just your type. You even said he's really nice." "I think a lot of people are really nice. It doesn't mean I want to date them!" You sighed and set your stuff down on the bed. “Is this my room?” “Well, it's actually mine. But you can sleep in here tonight. I'm gonna be with Gilbert.” she winked at you suggestively and you groaned. “God, please keep me out of your sex life.” “That's gonna be hard to do tonight. It's gonna be a bit loud.” Before you could attack your sister, Gilbert burst into the room. “Yo! We made food!” “You mean I made food!” Lud’s voice boomed from down the hall. "Was? Come on, I helped!" Gilbert then turned to (S/N) and they started intensely making out. You stood quickly and walked out. "Tell mein Bruder we won't be having dinner for a bit." Gilbert said, as he and (S/N) made their way to his room. You groaned and Ludwig came down the hallway in a black tee-shirt and sweatpants, an apron draped over his shoulder. "Aren't they coming?" You have him a look, and he suddenly understood. "Ugh." He shook his head. "Well, you're still a guest, and you must be hungry- " As if on cue and trying to embarrass you, your stomach grumbled softly, and you blushed. "Ja. Really hungry." He turned and you followed him to the kitchen, where he motioned for you to sit before setting a large bowl of food in front of you. "It's just some soup." Ludwig explained softly, now seeming embarrassed himself as he set some food down for the three dogs and then sat across from you at his own bowl. "It's good." You stated simply. You couldn't help but feel awkward around him now. You thought you were making a friend, and then your sister had to tell you she wanted to set you two up. You couldn't see him any differently now. You glanced up at him discreetly. His smooth blonde hair was still slicked back, and his blue eyes were closed as he swallowed down some soup. Your observation from earlier had been correct. He was muscular; he definitely works out. But at the same time, he wasn't bulky. Now wearing short sleeves, you could see his strong arms and through his sweatpants, you could see his muscular legs, and you could just drool at it. He looked... amazing. Soon you were both done eating, and you offered to help him wash the dishes. "No, no, no. You're a guest." "Well, I can't let you do them alone. I don't want to feel like a burden." After a bit of persuasion, you were drying the dishes for him, and you couldn't help but think back to what your sister said earlier. Why would she want to hook you up with him? You'd only be here for a few days, and she knew you weren't the kind of person to have quick flings with people. As much as that was true, if you weren't just visiting... if the circumstances were different... you definitely thought Ludwig was a good person, so... It would be an understatement to say that you blushed at that thought. Your face completely lit up bright red. "Hallo? (Y/N)? Bist du da?" Ludwig's low voice snapped you back into the moment. "W-what?" "You were spacing out." "Sorry." "I was wondering if- um... if you were planning on doing anything the next three days?" "Well, really, I was just going to try to survive with both my sister and Gil in the same house." Ludwig smiled at your honesty, looking away slightly to try- and fail- to hide it. "How about I show you around München? You seemed so interested earlier. I-If you don't have anything else to do, that is..." "You'd really show me around?" Your eyes lit up in delight. "It's kein Problem. I'd be happy to show you around the city. You just seemed so amazed by it earlier." "What are we gonna see?" You could no longer contain your excitement. You were in Germany, for Pete's sake! "I mean, I am in Germany. I may as well do something fun." "I actually don't have any ideas yet. We could visit the Christkindlmarkt and you could get (S/N) a gift." Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "That would be great, thank you!" In the joy of the moment and the idea of spending the day in a Christmas market with a potential friend, you wrapped your arms around his firm midsection in happiness, momentarily forgetting who you were talking to. "Thank you so much." You felt Ludwig's entire body stiffen up noticeably, and you heard a dish crash into the sink. When you came to the realisation of what you did, you pulled away quickly. "Oh God, sorry! It didn't break, did it?" "Was?" Ludwig was extremely flustered as he looked back towards the sink and the broken plate. "O-oh. Ja..." "Oh, God... I'm so sorry." "It's fine, (Y/N)." "I've barely been here an hour and I already broke something." "(Y/N). Keine Bange. That plate wasn't important. Ich verspreche." Carefully picking the pieces out of the sink, he gave you reassuring glance. "I'll buy you a plate tomorrow then!" Ludwig simply sighed. "If that'll soothe your conscience. Go ahead." Standing there for a few moments with an embarrassed blush on your face as he cleaned up a mess you had caused, you decided to head to bed. "I- um, I'm going to get to sleep now. Jetlag and all..." "Alright." He replied, not meeting your gaze. "Gute Nacht." Quickly, you left the kitchen and found your way to your sister's room. Thankfully, she and Gilbert were still... ahem, busy, so you had the room to yourself. You changed into your sleep clothes and slipped under the warm covers, letting sweet dreams of Ludwig fill your mind.

Translations

-Hopefully, they’re all at least kinda correct but at the time I had only taken a few basic German classes. -

Entschuldigung, ist alles in Ordnung?- Excuse me, is everything okay?

Es tut mir Leid. Es geht mich wirklich nichts an- I'm sorry. It's really none of my business.

Ich spreche kein Deutsch- I do not speak German.

Sprechen Sie Englisch?- Do you speak English?

Dummkopf- idiot

Bitte- you're welcome

Nicht weit- not far

sehr schön- very pretty

Halt, runter- stop, sit

Bist du da?- Are you there?

kein Problem- no problem

Keine Bange- don't worry

Ich verspreche- I promise

Gute Nacht- good night

#germany x reader #reader insert #aph germany #ludwig beilschmidt

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inazumashiko-archived · 5 years

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Stupit little pest

A present for @argentcus.

Shiko’s feet rushed around the house. She didn’t know this one, never been here before, and she’d been brought without her nanny, so it was like a dream come true. She ran down yet another hallway, ricocheting from one wall to the other one. Her hands trailed over the wallpaper, she felt it move, and twirl under her fingers. She opened a few doors, the ones that were not locked, and peered inside. There were a lot of rooms in this house.

She took a turn to the right, and halted at once. She’d found her grandpa and her aunt, talking on a desk. Luckily, she remained undiscovered. Slowly, she tiptoed backwards, until she was out of sight. Shiko frowned and looked around, confused as to where she’d turned wrong that made her return to the starting point. The hallways seemed similar enough, she’d have to pay attention.

Oh well, she shrugged, and sprinted back from where she came from. One turn, two turns, th- oh! A staircase! She hopped up the stairs. Careful Shiko, you don’t want to trip and fall. You’d have to go to the hospital then. Her mother’s voice chided in her head. She shuddered. She never wanted to go back to the stupid hospital. She gasped, and took a hand to her mouth, worried she could somehow be discovered for having thought of that word. She looked around, and up and down the staircase, it seemed she was safe.

Iroh said that word, she’d heard him. And he said other ones too. Worse ones, because Joanne always told Shiko not to repeat any of them, but the word with F never, never. If her mom heard her- goodness, said Joanne. She giggled when Joanne said goodness, it was a cute word. But Shiko liked stupid. Because it sounded funny, and you could play with it a lot.

Stupid. Stuuupid. stUpid. S. T. U. P. I. D. S-tupiT.

She stopped at the top of the stairs, and realized she hadn’t counted, so she went back down and then back up. Sixteen steps. It was a lot, but she had twenty four in her house, so it wasn’t that much. The hospital had twenty, and then sixteen, and twenty two, and another twenty two, and then you turned, and then twenty, and then another turn, and then Dr. Turner was there! Shiko never got to walk all those stairs, or hop them. They took the elevator. But sometimes when her mom wanted to walk, and talk on the phone, Joanne would take her up. And she counted the steps anyway.

The top of the stairs looked nice. Like grandpa’s house, that had lots of carpets and all the gold stuff. She skipped down the new hallway. This one had three doors only, and they all looked super fancy. The first one was locked, she pouted. The second one had a bed, and bedroom stuff. So boring. She skipped to the third one. It was the coolest room ever!

Shiko looked around the hall, and peered into the room to see no-one was watching, and entered, carefully clicking the door behind her. She was amazed, this room was filled with books! So many of them! And there were a couch, and another couch, and a desk- the desk had a computer! She ran to it, and inspected the screen. It looked like her mom’s. She couldn’t touch that one. Iroh’s either, until he put on some secret code thing. He had secrets in it. She liked playing in the Penguin Club, she didn’t care of Iroh’s secrets.

Her finger moved over the pad, she’d found music, so she put it to play. Play was the button with the sleepy triangle, Iroh taught her that. Shiko bounced around the room to the music, looking at the books, and caressing them. There was one that had the letters all in sparkly blue, and another one all in gold. A lot had letters in gold. There were some tiny ones. Baby books! She picked up one and hugged it, and took it to bounce with her.

The music stopped. “What do you think you’re doing up here, little pest?” Shiko froze on the spot, and turned around scared, she’d been caught.

There was a man there, tall, with yellow hair and gray eyes, and he was looking funny at her. She squinted at him, head cocked to the side.

“Hey!” She pointed at the man, she knew him. “I know you!”

“Do you now?” He crossed his arms, Shiko left the baby book on a little table with a kiss, and imitated him.

“Yes, you’re aunt Zula’s boyfriend, Dwaco! You’re in a picture with me.” She rocked on her feet, excitedly to meet someone that knew her. “I am a baby on the picture, Joanne said it was me though, do you remember me?”

“I do remember you, as a matter of fact.” He laughed.

“You talk funny. I like it.” She commented with a grin.

“Dear God, you’re just as insufferable as your aunt, aren’t you?” Draco walked away and sat on one of the sofas. She followed him, sitting on the end of it, cross legged. Watching him.

“Insufferable.” She repeated, trying to imitate his accent. “Insufferable. Ins- Insufferable. This is a hard word.” He rolled his eyes. “Hey, what does pest mean?”

“It means you’re like a bunch of little mice.” He smiled. She smiled back at him.

“I like that. Mice are cute. Like Minnie, and Mickey. I have a Minnie doll. She has a polka dress.” Shiko played with one of her pigtails.

“A polka dress?” Draco asked, frowning. “Does the Minnie doll dance polka?”

“What? No, silly. A polka dress has lots of dots in it!” She giggled.

“Right, silly me. I just never had a Minnie in a polka dress.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll lend you mine!” She was quick to offer her doll. She had other dolls to play anyways.

“So how come you’re here alone, little pest?” He raised an eyebrow at her, and Shiko blushed a little.

“It’s ‘cause I came without a nanny today. Did you know I have a nanny? Her name is Joanne, and she makes the best cookies. Sometimes she lets me cook them with her, and I get to put the chocolate chips in it, and she brushes my hair, and she always goes with me everywhere, but today she couldn’t, and grandpa said, you can come with me, and I said for real, and he said for real, and then we came, and then aunt Zula said don’t break anything, and I didn’t.” She grinned up at him.

“Dear lord, what have you created?” He shook his head. Shiko repeated the phrase, working hard on that accent, and mimicking his movements. He sighed. She did too. He snorted. She did something similar. And then he was laughing. And she was laughing with him too.

“What did he create?” She asked serious, when they stopped laughing.

“He created you!” He poked at her ribs, and she laughed once more. “You, little pest, that comes here to my office and touches my stuff.” He kept on poking at her sides, and tickling her.

“No! Stop it! Stop it Dwaco!” She squirmed in his arms, and almost falls from the couch.

He caught her right before she reached the floor, her eyes were big with fear, and they both stayed very still for the longest time. Her doctor said she was okay now, that she could play and do stuff now, kids’ stuff. But still- when she hit herself he mom got a little crazy, and her dad too. And even Iroh got worried.

“Did you hit yourself?” Draco asked, worried. He had that crazy voice too. He inspected her arms and legs. “Does something hurt, Shiko?”

“No.” She looked over her body, frowning a bit. “No, it doesn’t hurt. I don’t want to go, please. I promise I didn’t hurt myself, let’s have the secret to us. I don’t want to go to the hospital. It’s stupit.” She marked the final T with a click of her tongue to her teeth.

He was thinking about it, she knew that grown up face. She didn’t like it. They always said awful things when they did that face. Finally he looked at her, grinned, and then laughed. “So the hospital is stupit, huh?” He asked amused.

“It is.” Her lips stretched to a smile. “It so stupit. I don’t ever, ever want to go back to the stupit hospital.” She was determined. She’d never go back to it.

“Come little pest.” Draco stood and extended a hand towards her. “Let’s go give your grandpa and aunt a fright for leaving you alone.”

“Where are we going?” She asked, hopping off the couch, and taking his hand in hers.

“We’re going out, to Mcdonalds, what do you think?” He looked down at her mischievously, and Shiko couldn’t possibly nod any quicker without loosing her head in the process.

“And then ice cream?” Her eyes widened in a plea.

“Yes, and then ice cream.” He pulled one of her pigtails, and she laughed.

#argentcus #nevcrperfect #loose shiko ; modern #dark wings; dark words #i can't even remember why i promised this #but it was so much fun to write #love you stupit

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minhyuwun · 6 years

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Helloooo~ um idk whether your drabble is this up for request but... Can I request #4 and #9 for Woojin thank youuuuuu

prompt: (4) soulmate au + (9) “Listen, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.”

genre: fluff (with a dash of angst??? i hope i did it right)

summary: typical soulmate au where ur soulmate’s name is tattooed somewhere on ur body then it disappears when u meet them and said their name in front of them hahah the problem is u don’t quite understand yours????

a/n: this is my first time writing a soulmate au idk if i did it right oof

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes at your best friend. “Name a scam.” You tell her as she gushes about finally meeting her soulmate, showing off her spotless wrist where her soulmate’s name used to reside. She did find hers. Huh, so it is true. “Kidding aside, I’m happy for you. I really truly am,” you nudge her before going in for a hug.

“I’m sure you’ll find yours,” she rubs your arm comfortingly. “Soon,” she winks.

“Easy for you to say,” you laugh at her. Remembering how the name on her skin was written in the same language.

You shake that thought off your mind. Honestly, you’ve removed that thought from your mind the day you saw your so-called soulmate’s name tatted on your skin. There was no point in finding your soulmate––whose name is written in a completely different language. Someone must have played a prank on you without you noticing, that was the only explanation for this. And that, in fact, you weren’t blessed with a soulmate in the first place.

The afternoon was getting pretty hot so you decide to remove your jacket and rush to your favorite smoothie shop. “Uh, banana for me please,” you smile to the guy manning the cashier.

“Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice calls you from behind. After getting your change, you turn around to find the owner of the mysterious voice. And there stood a pretty charming guy, his hair quite a mess–but the neat kind, wearing only a plain loose black shirt and jeans ripped in the right places with his almost worn-out sneakers. You blink before you find yourslef hypnotized by this man’s looks.

“Sorry,” your face scrunches with suspicion. “But who are you?” He motions for you to turn around. Instinctively, you follow the stranger’s instruction. You feel his finger lightly touch the upper part of your back and you immediately catch his hand with yours, gripping on it with so much strength. The stranger’s face quickly turns from complete shock to winces of pain. “What are you doing?” You ask him as you pull him to the side as to not cause any disturbance with the shop’s growing line.

“T-Tattoo?” He struggles to say with his accent. You let go of his hand and he shakes it back and forth, hoping he could release some of the pain away.

“What?” You ask in surprise, your voice a little bit higher this time–causing other customers to look at you. “What?” You repeat, but with a moderate tone this time.

He stares at you for a long time, unable to respond. He suddenly smiles as he takes out his phone and begins typing something. My name is written on your back, he tells you through a translator.

You blink a few times, making sure this person in front of you is actually there and not a hallucination due to you and your best friend’s conversation from earlier. “O-Okay,” you stutter. “Prove it, then.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He scratches his head, thinking of some way to prove it to you. “Ah!” He shows you the side of his left hand. You squint, not understanding what he was exactly getting at. He takes a look at it as well–quite shocked at what he saw before his eyes. There was nothing. His skin was clear, absolutely no visible mark on it. “I called you! D-Do you remember?” He asks you with hopeful eyes, “Y/N?” He calls your name once more.

“Forget it,” you tell him coldly. “We wouldn’t understand each other anyway. I don’t even know how to pronounce your name!” You were beginning to feel annoyed. Were the divine forces playing some kind of prank on the both of you? How could this possibly work out in the first place? Weren’t they thinking? All of these questions flooded your mind. You didn’t want to waste this man’s time.

“For Woojin!” The server calls out from the claiming area. His eyes glimmer once again as he shows you the receipt for his drink with his name written on it. He nods at you, motioning you to say his name.

“W-Woojin?” You look at him skeptically. He pulls you towards the shop’s large glass window, your reflection clear on this bright afternoon. You were surprised to see that the tattoo on your back was gone in an instant. You turn to look at him surprised, “It really is you.”

He nods at you happily, before he hears his name called from the counter once again. The both of you walk over to get your drinks. “Do you want to sit?” He asks you shyly. You could sense that he was very much afraid of making a mistake in every word he says, but you thought it was cute. So, you tell him okay.

“Hmm…” you fiddle with your straw. “Do you live here?”

“My family just moved,” he says without looking at you. They really moved here out of all places? You thought. What a coincidence. The divine forces really went out of their way with this one, huh. “8 months? I’m still taking English classes,” he interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh wow,” you look up at him. “But you’re already quite good in English? I mean, you already know a lot, that’s for sure.” He finally looks up at you, and you reassure him with a smile.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know I’d find my soulmate, I’ve been looking everywhere.” His face turns serious, “I never stopped. And now you’re here.” He sighs. “Look, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere. Especially not now that I’ve found you.”

You were taken aback by his straightforwardness; did he take English classes to plan what he’d say when he finally finds you? It sure did pay off, you thought. “I’m not sure what to tell you,” you tell him. “But I stopped looking for you a long, long time ago.” His face drops, and you could feel a light tug at your heart. Truthfully, you were afraid that you might let him down. That you weren’t the soulmate he pictured inside his head.

“I understand.” He agrees, “You’re right. We just met and I’m already scaring you.” He takes a long sip of his drink, providing so much space for an awkward silence. “Okay, okay,” he suddenly says. “How about we start again?” He smiles and gets up towards the store’s front door, leaving his drink on the table. You chuckle at how crazy he looked walking back inside again, pretending to look at the menu––as he pretends to have just seen you, his face in a surprise, and runs back to your table.

“Hi,” he smiles–this time you catch a glimpse of his snaggletooth, making you smile yourself. “I am Woojin. Nice to meet you,” he shakes your hand respectfully with an exaggerated bow. “Is this drink taken?” He points at his drink almost half empty.

You laugh at him before answering, “Pretty sure it’s the seat you ask!” And the both of you laugh at how silly this all was. “Uhm, earlier, you said you weren’t going anywhere?” He shakes his head and tells you nope, with a popping sound at the end. “Alright then,” you smile at him as you think of another question to ask. “Just a warning, I get talkative.” This is going to be one long afternoon. He didn’t mind at all, he’s been waiting for this his entire life.

I met my soulmate. Details to follow, you type on your phone and hit send to your best friend. Turning your phone off and placing it at the deep end of your bag before facing a then-stranger turned soulmate right in front of you. He flashes you his snaggletooth once more, “Do you wanna eat?” And you nod as you feel your stomach coincidentally rumble. Maybe the divine forces don’t make mistakes after all.

#woojin requests #park woojin #woojin scenarios #woojin imagines #woojin drabbles #woojin soulmate au #soulmate au #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one drabbles #woojin fics #wanna one fics #woojin fluff #woojin angst #wanna one fluff #wanna one angst #wanna one smut

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idabbleincrazy · 6 years

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Invisible Touch Ch.5

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 2614

Warnings: um...pining?, like seriously, you might end up screaming “just kiss already!” other than that none that i can think of.

Summary: y/n and Gabriel go to a bar in town and its karaoke day.

A/N: I know I said I might do a time skip but this happened instead (gotta follow the muse where it goes, right?) and tough as it was to write, I had fun writing it. Song is from Moulin Rouge (if u have never seen it, u should!) Quotations in italics are the lyrics. I truly hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Y/f/a/d= your favorite alcoholic drink

You had finished your lunch with Gabriel without incident, finally able to have a conversation that didn’t leave you fumbling for words or wanting to flee in embarrassment. He had been quiet at first, watching you eat for a few minutes, and you had started to feel self-conscious. Thankfully, just as you could feel the flush starting to rise to your cheeks, he began talking. He didn’t further explain this morning’s upset, and you were loathe to bring it up either, so you decided to just let it go. The two of you carried on, talking about this and that, every now and then Gabriel reaching across the table to take a fry from your plate, dipping it into the chocolate frosty he had snapped up.

When you had finished eating, you continued to talk for about an hour, till you got a call from Sam asking you to go look up something in the library. You excused yourself and went to go find the book Sam had named. You quickly found the book, which was just within your reach and spent the next twenty minutes flipping through the pages and relaying the information, stopping every now and then to send him pictures of symbols that you couldn’t quite interpret. After hanging up, you put the book back and went back to the war room, slightly surprised to see Gabriel was still there.

“Boys need help with their homework” Gabe questioned, an almost annoyed smirk on his face.

“Yeah, seems they came across an older nest of vamps than they’ve encountered before. Sam said they’re stronger than the others they’ve fought, even the ones that aren’t pureblood. They got half of them before the rest made their escape. It might take an extra day to track down the rest.”

You sat back down at the table, propping your feet up. You considered something for a moment before speaking again. “You know, I’m getting kinda bored just sitting around here, want to go do something?”

“Like what?” Gabriel looked at you cautiously.

“Well, it’s five o’clock, somewhere right? How about we go to a bar, there’s one in town we haven’t been to yet.” You cocked an eyebrow at him as you spoke, wanting desperately to get out of the bunker for a while.

“Uh, sure. We taking one of the cars from the garage, or would you rather I just zap us there?”

“It would probably be best if you took us there. That way I don’t have to worry about driving back”, you respond, getting up from your chair to pull your phone from your pocket.

You quickly look up the address of the bar and an inconspicuous place for Gabriel to snap you to. You hand him your phone to look at the map and make your way around the table to where he is now standing. He hands you back your phone and grabs ahold of the sleeve of your shirt, careful not to brush against your skin, lest he cause another spark from the contact. You close your eyes as you feel reality shift around, and when you open them again you are standing in the alley behind the bar. The two of you walk around to the front of the building, Gabriel’s hand lingering on your sleeve, the warmth from his touch slowly sinking through the layer of fabric.

You walk in and stand in the doorway for a few seconds as your vision adjusts to the sudden dimness. As you look around, you are surprised by the rather sizable crowd in the bar. It may be Saturday, but its barely 2:30 in the afternoon, you weren't expecting the town to have so many day-drinkers. The bar is rather large, bigger than the other two you had already gone to with the boys.

As you and Gabriel head up to the bar, you notice why the place is livelier than you thought it would be. Set up at the back of the building is a stage with a banner over it reading Karaoke Saturday. When you get to the counter, you find a flyer and quickly scan it for the start time. It started in a hour. You figure all the early birds are getting a head-start on fueling up on liquid courage.

You order a (y/f/a/d) and Gabriel orders a Purple Nurple, at which you just shake your head, having heard the story of how the boys first met Gabe over a decade ago. He slams back the shot, orders another and tells the bartender to keep them coming as you go to find an empty booth. Gabriel sits down, handing you your drink as he sets down his second shot along with the beer he ordered. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

“You never cease to surprise me, Gabe. Beer and a drink that’s basically a cranberry-vodka? Neither of those are particularly sweet. I’d have figured you'd order something with an umbrella.”

“Nah. When it comes to drinks, the simpler the better. ‘Sides, it takes a lot more for me to even feel a buzz, remember?” He took a swig from the beer, letting out a contented sigh as he set it back down and looked at you.

You nodded at him in slight wonder and took a sip of your drink. You noted that the bartender hadn't skimped on the alcohol like most other places do. You made a note to yourself not to drink too much too fast. Didn't want to go making a fool of yourself, now did you?

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An hour and two drinks later, you were feeling well relaxed as a man got up on the stage and announced the start of the karaoke, calling up the first person on the list. As the music started, you couldn't help but smirk as you recognized the beginning of The Offspring’s ‘You’re Gonna Go Far Kid’. It was one of the songs that never failed to make you think of Gabriel. You looked over at him to find him considering the stage with a wistful smile on his face.

You went up to the bar to get another drink, letting the music surround you. The guy singing wasn't half-bad, and it sounded nearly as good as the original. By the time you got your drink and headed back to the booth, the next person headed up to the stage. The opening guitar work of Pat Benatar’s ‘Invincible' rang out from the speakers as you sat down.

The power of the music and your third drink thrummed in your veins, making you bolder than you had thought possible at the moment. You considered yourself for a second before turning your attention to Gabriel.

“Hey, Gabe, you ever done karaoke”, you asked the archangel, a nervous flutter running through your chest.

“Of course”, he replied. “Hard to spend so many centuries down here and avoid that gem of human creation. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you'd like to do a duet with me”, you asked with hope in your eyes.

“Huh. Sure, cupcake. What did you have in mind?”

You flashed him a quick smile as you got up to find the sign-up sheet. “It's a surprise. If you don't know the words already, I'm sure you can just snap them into your memory.”

You signed the both of you up and went back to the booth, determined to be just buzzed enough to push back any lingering doubts and fears by the time they called your names. Over the course of the next half hour, you finished off your drink and two shots of whiskey, feeling pleasantly tipsy but still sober enough to talk without slurring. Your nervousness abated, you watched Gabriel closely as he consumed more Purple Nurples. As the current song faded, you straightened up and prepared yourself mentally, knowing you were next on the list.

The man came back on stage and called out your names. Gabriel got up first and reached a hand out to you to help you out of the booth. As your hands touched, instead of the electric shock you had experienced this morning, you felt a tickling warmth spreading from his hand to yours and up, throughout your body. You smiled up at him and the two of you made your way up to the stage.

The man in charge handed you your microphones and you waited for the song to start. As the name of the song appeared on the screen, Gabriel let out a small laugh and looked over at you. “Really, sugar?”

“What, it's one of my favorite movies! It makes a perfect duet.” You crinkled your nose and held in a giggle.

The two of you turned to face the bar patrons as the words to “Elephant Love Medley” showed up on the screen.

Hoping the crowd was buzzed enough not to care that the beginning of the song was more talking then singing, Gabriel began, taking of course, the part of Christian, while you would be his Satine.

“Love is many, splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love.” His voice carried through the speakers, a voice that at the same time as being non-threatening, commanded to be listened to.

You gulped and quickly put on the British accent that you were quite proud of as you spoke out your part. “Please, don't start that again.”

Back and forth you went as the music kicked in. When the time came to actually sing, he turned to face you. You noticed he was acting just like Christian did in the movie, right down to the hand gestures, so you decided to do the same. Chuck knows, you've watched the movie enough times to have Satine’s part memorized.

You turned away from him at the line “You crazy fool, I won't give in to you” and back again at his spoken “Don't”, now fully immersed in the performance. What you hadn't expected was the way your heart clenched as you looked into his eyes as he softly sang out “dont leave me this way”. You took a breath as you quickly prepared for the next verse, praying your voice wouldn't be as shaky as you suddenly felt.

“You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs.” You managed to squeak out, thankful that this part of the song was softly sung in the movie too.

“I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no.” Gabriel took a step toward you as he sang.

“Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.” Breathe in, breathe out, don’t look him in the eye.

Another step. “Well, what’s wrong with that”, step, “I’d like to know”, step, his hand reaching out to you and caressing your chin, nudging your face up to look at him, “’cause here I go, again.”

As his verse continued, you could feel the warmth from his touch spreading through you once more, your nervousness ebbing away and your heartbeat calming again. You stared back at him, leaning in to his touch, your resolve to see this through hardening. Smirking, you sang back at him.

“Love makes us act like we are fools. Throw our lives away, for one happy day.”

“We can be heroes”, he belted out, his hand sliding away from your chin, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Just for one day.”

Slipping back into the scene you were playing out, you turn away from him, shaking your head. “You, you will be mean.”

“No, I won’t.”

“And I, I’ll drink all the time!” You prepared for the next few lines, reminding yourself it was just a song, he was just performing for the crowd.

“We should be lovers”, he crooned.

“We can’t do that.” You looked back at him, your head cast downward, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We should be lo-oo-overs,” Gabriel grabbed your hand, pulling you around to face him, caught up in the song just as much as you were. “And that’s a fact.”

“No, nothing would keep us together.”

“We could steal time, just for one day.” The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine as you continued singing to each other, forgetting that there was anyone else in the room.

“We could be heroes, forever and ever”, your voices joined together in a delicious harmony that would’ve given Nicole and Ewan a run for their money.

As the operatic crescendo built up around you, you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest and you could feel a tingle of electricity coming from his hand again. This time, it didn’t shock either of you but instead was gentle and soothing. Neither of you noticed when the music ended. You just stared at each other until the noise of the applauding crowd broke through and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. You smiled at Gabriel and quickly ducked your head as you felt a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Gabriel and (y/n), everybody!” The announcer came back on stage to retrieve your mics and the two of you headed back to your booth.

“Wowzers, (y/n), I had no idea you could sing like that! You should do it more often.” Gabriel looked at you warmly as you sat down. “Let me go get you something to drink, you must be parched after that performance. Another one of those?” He gestured at your empty glass.

“No, I’ll have a beer this time, thanks Gabe.”

As he went to get the drinks, you took the moment alone to contemplate the craziness that had just occurred. You were ecstatic that nothing had gone wrong up on stage, you had gotten through it without completely embarrassing yourself. But, those looks Gabriel had given you had thrown you for a loop. You were wary not to get your hopes up that the lyrics of the song had meant the same to him as they had to you. You were glad that the two of you were able to finally get along and didn’t want to push the issue and end up ruining everything again. Unfortunately, you also had a nagging curiosity about why his touch no longer shocked you, but still emitted a type of energy you hadn’t yet encountered with other angels. It might be because he was an archangel, but you had a feeling it went deeper than that.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you saw Gabriel coming back with the beers, and you smiled at him as he handed you one of them. “You know, you were pretty awesome yourself, up there. I guess I should’ve expected it though, seeing as how you are the archangel of languages.”

“Heh. Well, someone’s done their homework, haven’t they? And, yes, singing happens to be one of my many talents.” He flashed his flirty smirk and raised his eyebrow.

The two of you drank your beers and listened to the next three performers in silence, this time just enjoying each other’s presence, no trace of the normal awkwardness you usually felt. After you finished, you asked Gabriel to snap you back home, not wanting to travel past the mellow buzz you felt into the nauseously drunk category. Gabriel went and paid the tab and you walked out and back around to the alley you had arrived in. Once again, you closed your eyes as reality bent around you, waiting till you felt ground firmly beneath your feet before opening them again.

Gabe’s Babes: @liloldlou @calamitychaos

Rich’s Bitches: @warlockwriter @archangelgabriellives @green-draws0 @waywardtricks @hankypranky @briars-glenn @thewhiterabbit42

Invisible Touch: @somewhatnatural @missihart23 @whodoesntlovefanfics @baritonechick @nobodys-baby-now @marichromatic @black-angel-bahamut

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#invisible touch #ch.5 #gabriel x reader #spn #gabriel #gabe #gabe x reader #spn fanfic

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curly-q-reviews · 5 years

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Bird Box, 2018 (dir. Susanne Bier)

SPOILER WARNING THERE WILL BE SPOILERS DONT READ IF U HAVENT SEEN IT YET AND WANT TO

[TW: SUICIDE, MURDER, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE]

well fuck its been a while!! happy new year y’all hope u had a Fun and Safe time!!! i for one was at a party where we started playing Shrek at exactly 10:39 PM to see if Smash Mouth’s hit song I’m a Believer started playing right at midnight and to my utter disbelief and elation it did!!! move over times square ball drop a new arbitrary way of celebrating the start of a new calendar year is here and it involves a large green monster with a scottish accent who really loves his onions (#me am i right ladies)

WELL ANYWAY heres a fun new series ive been thinking of starting cause ya girl watches a lot of netflix movies and has many opinions about them. i think i’ll do a separate post about the whole Netflix Original Film trend in general and how its changed the film industry at a later date but since i just watched the above movie not too long ago i wanted to get all my thoughts out there right fuckin now!!

netflix is without a doubt the OG king of streaming services, they were really the first to get the ball rolling and then dozens of other companies scrambled to latch onto this money train while it was rolling on the tracks full steam (or should i say.... stream EL;KGHS;EKFSH; please end me) ahead. it started out as a rental subscription service where u could pick out three movies at a time to rent and then they were sent to u in the mail (like blockbuster but now you never have to leave your house ever again to get that sweet sweet rental content). and then the decision was made to actually start online streaming, no physical DVD’s required! ISNT TECHNOLOGY GREAT

well whoooo boy this shit swept the nation, people couldnt get enough of such a convenient and relatively affordable service and netflix started really raking in the dough. and at some point they got rich enough to say “hey fuck it!!! lets make our own movies baby!!!!” and here we are now with Netflix Original Movies and TV Shows, which means a new player has entered the movie game in a very novel and innovative way. why pay money for a movie ticket and leave your house to go to a theater when cool new movies are being released on a subscription service u already own to watch movies you already know and enjoy? and then u can sit butt-ass naked in ur bedroom alone stuffing ur face with cheese puffs like an insatiable cheddar beast and see something new and fun and interesting

ok so. Bird Box. here we have a movie based off of a book (so i guess this also counts as a Book Movies review but I DIGRESS) starring hollywood powerhouse sandra bullock, featuring Supreme Lesbian Overlord Sarah Paulson and Resident Crazy Old Man John Malkovich, directed by a relatively unknown but competent female filmmaker Susanne Bier (who also directed Things We Lost in the Fire in 2007, a moving drama starring Halle Berry). this one definitely has a lot of proimse compared to what netflix has offered so far in terms of their original movies (im gonna get into Dumplin’ at a later date cause jesus christ what a mess) and i went in with pretty high expectations

did it deliver??? well uuhhhh yeah sort of i guess!! we got some pretty strong performances from our leading lady bullock who really does deliver it every time, a few strong supporting roles like newcomer Trevante Rhodes of Moonlight fame (his energy on screen is just so compelling and soothing), not overly obnoxious child actors which is really all u can ask for, and overall a solid story.

now heres where i gotta say that i couldnt help comparing this film to another movie of its kind, directed by the notorious M. Night Shyamalan. y’all remember The Happening? cause i remember The Happening. i remember that it was total shit and that the twist was that it was the fucking plants making everyone kill themselves. the PLANTS. and i also remember mark wahlbergs dumb-ass confused face that he used in every single shot no matter the context, im AMAZED i remember zoe deschanel in this movie cause she may as well have been one of the killer plants with how little she emoted, and i remember mark wahlberg yelling at a fake office ficus and apparently i was supposed to be scared while watching this clusterfuck.

the way that this movie was described to me by friends who had seen it before me was basically that Bird Box is a slightly better The Happening, and no truer words have ever been spoken. we basically have the same premise going on here: unknown force is causing people to off themselves, our lead(s) have to try and find a way to escape this unknown force without even knowing what it really is, and theres some sort of “sanctuary” they gotta try and get to (which is a common plot point in really all apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic films). now whereas The Happening’s rules for this scenario make entirely no fucking sense (how in the fuck are u supposed to be able to out-run WIND???), Bird Box has some rules for dealing with this Unknown Thing that make slightly more sense. when u open ur eyes while outside, the chance of the Thing making u kill urself in some horrific way is extremely high, so wear a blindfold when ur outside and keep all windows covered when ur inside. makes sense! thats something i can believe and get behind which makes me more immersed in the story!

unfortunately like The Happening there are still some little things that kinda dont make much sense and take u out of it. apparently some people when they see this unknown entity dont wanna die, but instead find it absolutely beautiful, which makes them want to make everyone else look at it to see how beautiful it is. and its insinuated that these people are mentally ill or have some sort of psychiatric issue. i get that this adds more stakes to the situation and ups the ante, but it doesnt really sit well with me that once again, mentally ill people are the villains in a horror-type story. and i also dont really understand why theyd then wanna go around and make other people see the thing?? unless the thing has them in a mind-control state or something and is making them do its bidding but that seems kind of a weird thing for an all-powerful evil formless entity to do.

and that leads me to the next issue i have with Bird Box. if ur gonna have an apocalyptic scenario where people do something as serious as kill themselves due to an unknown cause, it almost seems a little cliche and cheesy to have it be some sort of mythical celestial god-like or demon-like entity thats doing the damage. i actually really liked where The Happening was going with its source of all the chaos being something naturally made, like the Earth deploying some sort of self-preservation mechanism or something. the idea of that to me is actually loads more frightening than some invisible boogeyman that u cant look at. and then Shamalamadingdong had to go and make it stupid by saying that it was fucking plants trying to kill people by releasing pheromones or some shit. like why cant we have the best of both of these?? something naturally-occuring that maybe has even happened before in the planets history (maybe it wasnt a meteor that killed off the dinosaurs after all??), that isnt FUCKING PLANTS, and that doesnt do cheesy shit like make ur eyes turn grey and bloodshot and like whisper to u telling u to take ur blindfold off (i swear that happens multiple times it was pretty silly)

thats another thing, this movie’s tone is all over the place. there are some moments where a more light-hearted tone is needed to break up the tension, for sure, but it almost as if the writing and dialogue werent really taking this serious of a story as seriously as they should have. weirdly placed jokes are all over the place, there were some moments where the dialogue made me cringe cause it was so awkward. bullock’s character gets to have some good breakdown moments which help bring the tone to the level of somberness and despair it should be at, but all the other supporting characters dont really get the same space to process whats happening to them, so it kinda comes off like they arent really affected by, say, their wife throwing herself into a burning car right in front of their very eyes.

overall i’d still say this is a worthwhile watch, especially considering its a netflix movie. if you’ve ever wanted to see a not-as-horrible version of The Happening that has some deeper metaphorical stuff going on about motherhood and family and shit than this is for you. the production value is overall pretty solid (though when it comes to cinematography i actually prefer The Happening from an artistic standpoint) and sandra bullock knocks it out of the park. go check it out if this seems like something thats up ur alley!!

ok bye for now hopefully it doesnt take me six months to write another review but we’ll see!! my brain is a mystery and time is an illusion HAPPY 20-BI-TEEN Y’ALL

#curly q reviews #bird box #netflix #book movies #flix from the net #the happening #m night shyamalan #sandra bullock #sarah paulson #john malkovich #trevante rhodes #horror #thriller #movies #films #netflix original movies

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The Ugly Duckling, Part I

TITLE: The Ugly Duckling CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/3 AUTHOR: Losille2000 WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom GENRE: Romance/PWP FIC SUMMARY: Sometimes an ugly duckling believes she’ll always be an ugly duckling until someone comes along and shows her otherwise. RATING: M (sex, language) WARNINGS: Um, nothing yet. AUTHORS NOTES: I… don’t know where this came from. But it came from somewhere and it’ll be at least two parts, maybe three. Let’s just say three. Short and sweet. But let’s be honest, I have whole world planned for this, so who knows if there will be more afterward. For the location mentioned in this story, you can watch any one of these videos to get an idea of the peril Astrid faces. The last one is the best, because it has nice, peaceful music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6wTgncf_rA

https://youtu.be/iZoacDf5p-U

https://youtu.be/xk6firqVC-U

https://youtu.be/S8GX486ym9Q

Part I - The Duckling

Of all the harebrained ideas Astrid had ever had, hanging onto a cliff by her fingernails two hundred feet over a Hawaiian beach probably classified as the worst. Not that she planned it this way. In fact, the travel brochure she picked up at the tiny eight-gate Kauai airport said this path down to the secluded beach below it was easy enough for even the mildly physically inclined. She didn’t run marathons or anything, but chasing rambunctious kindergartners qualified her as mildly physically inclined. She certainly didn’t spend her time sitting at a desk job or riding a couch in front of the television. Right?

Wrong.

Now she wished she had a gym membership and some modicum of upper body strength, just to hold herself up by the flimsiest piece of twine masquerading as a hand rail stretched between two shoots of thick bamboo. While her legs kicked wildly on the soft ground, searching for purchase.

Maybe there was a reason why they called this Hideaways Beach, why they said only a few people ventured to it daily. She’d been lured in with the promise of relative privacy and solitude. She’d been blindsided by everything else.

What the brochure neglected to mention was the on-and-off Hawaiian rain. And the fact that, after a rain, as it had done most of the night before, the trail became treacherously slippery. And apparently, in Hawaii, volcanic dirt happened to be five million percent slipperier than normal people dirt like she was used to back home in Las Vegas. This, also, wasn’t considering that most of the pre-laid handrails had either rusted away in the salty sea air or had never been placed to begin with on the steep incline. Like some construction crew realized trying to make the path safe wasn’t even worth their time or effort. They knew the haole would be stupid enough to try it out anyway.

Like her.

Because she was so haole, it hurt. Not to mention stupid.

She realized now, with some startling clarity, that she was probably going to plummet to her death, completely alone. Unloved. Young, basic, and likely easily forgotten. At least the view before she met her fate was gorgeous enough. Anyone would be lucky to die staring out at the crystalline waters of Kauai’s north shore.

But she’d already come too far to give up and, looking back up the steep, uneven stairs leading to the top of the trailhead, she couldn’t summon the energy to try to climb them. Falling, or at least going downhill, seemed like the best option. There was no turning back, even though she still hadn’t figured out how to maneuver her shoe-covered feet into the soft red mud beneath her. Maybe sliding down the muddy incline would be better?

She groaned as she released her sloth-like hold on the nylon rope, setting her butt on the muddy path. The red goo smooshed into the thin bathing suit cover-up she wore, and it honestly felt like she’d had an accident. But her burning arms finally had a rest. And at least like this, she wasn’t liable to take any cartwheels down the cliff. Maybe she’d just sit there and waste away, or maybe turn into Te Fiti from Moana. Her students loved that movie. She’d promised to bring back photos from her adventures to share with them. They’d be so disappointed that they didn’t get to see where Moana and Lilo and Stitch were from.

“Um, excuse me,” said a deep, tentative voice above her.

Astrid startled, but she didn’t jump far, the mud creating a strong suction with her bottom. To add insult to injury, the suction made a disgusting wet fart sound as she settled back into her spot. Now she could die from mortification instead of blunt force trauma. Just great!

A tall man, thin but muscular, peered down at her through dark Ray Bans. He wore a holey threadbare t-shirt in blue with crinkled board shorts underneath, those a plain black. A brightly colored beach towel decorated in hibiscus was slung over a broad shoulder. The dirty boat shoes on his feet seemed to be doing perfectly well holding him upright on the slippery path, enabling him to peer down his straight patrician nose at her. His face pinched and he looked up toward the sun beating down through the trees while he readjusted his baseball cap.

“I’m sorry to bother,” he said again. Goodness, his voice was rich, like honey. His English accent made him purr. Maybe he was doing it on purpose, trying to calm the crazy not-really-farting lady sitting on her ass on a hiking trail. “But are you okay?”

Astrid squinted and looked up at him. He looked like a giant from her position, impossibly tall, like one of the trees surrounding them. “Do I look like I’m okay?” She felt the wetness on her cheek and reached up, wiping away a few anguished tears that seemed to have erupted without her knowledge. She didn’t know if she was crying because she had failed herself, or because she was relieved someone found her.

“May I help you?” he asked, extending a hand. It was a nice hand, big palm, with thin, elegant fingers. His forearm was nice, too. He probably worked out, hence why he was still standing.

She was definitely hitting the gym when she got home. If she got home.

Astrid reached for him, closing her fingers around his forearm, as he did the same to her, for more leverage. With a little hoist, and some more effort, she was finally standing on two shaky legs again. Except now that she had him for support, she didn’t want to let go.

He was more solid than any of the railings around her. She liked it; he peered down at her with amusement on his lips. Maybe she needed to let go of his arm, but she was too terrified to do so.

“Are you going down or coming up?” he asked.

“I have absolutely no idea,” she said with a high-pitched chuckle that came out as exasperation. “I’m technically still going down, but I think maybe I should go back. But then I’m looking back up there, and I don’t think I have it in me right now.”

His bright laugh made her insides bubble. “How about we tumble down the trail together?”

“You sure you want to do that?” she asked. “I’m a bit of a walking disaster.”

He looked down the trail, and back up, then straight at her. At least she imagined he was looking at her. The sunglasses were too dark to see through. “I’m game if you are.”

“You’re probably going to regret it.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

Astrid couldn’t contain the silly giggle that bubbled up her throat. At least there was some gallantry left in the world. Most men wouldn’t even look at her twice, much less stop to help her… and then offer to escort her down the cliff face with the threat of meeting their own demise. She just wasn’t worth it.

They moved slowly and quietly, and once they were past the initial incline, it became easier to walk without taking small, measured steps to preserve balance. The incline turned shallow, and the terrain changed from dirt to rocks and leaves. These seemed to be mostly dry, covered as they were with such a dense tree canopy above the trail.

Finally, they made it to the beach. True to the travel brochure’s word, it was completely empty. Oh, and it was gorgeous. Aided by the difficult path down, she figured not many people had spent time in this pretty little cove, making the water bluer, the sand cleaner, and the reef more vibrant through the clear aquamarine waters. It was a perfect place to spend a day, even after almost hurtling to a sure death.

She sighed and glanced at the man beside her, who seemed to have frozen in his own awe of the location. Astrid smiled, looking at his profile. High cheekbones, strong jaw covered in a healthy growth of stubble. Short auburn curls poked out from beneath his hat. He looked youngish, yet older than her. She wanted to see his eyes, to gauge his attractiveness further. Not that it mattered. Because it didn’t. He was just being nice, helping her.

“So, uh, thank you,” she finally said, making him turn to look at her.

He grinned. “No problem.”

What did she say? Should she invite him to sit with her? It was weird being the only two people down here, now strangely bonded through a near-death experience. Well, her near-death experience. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, then drew in a breath. “Yeah, have a good day.”

And that’s how she left it, giving him a stupid semi-wave of her hand as she scurried through the grainy yellow sand to her right. Away from him, and away from the awkwardness. She hated awkward, but Awkward was her middle name. Always had been, though her mom had refused to let her use it as her Confirmation name when she was taking catechism classes as a child. She went with Joan, as in ‘of Arc’, instead. Thought it’d give her the push to be courageous for once in her life.

Astrid knew exactly where courageous got her. She’d barely survived the hike down the cliff.

Astrid took the rucksack from her back and pulled out her own beach towel, laying it carefully on an untouched patch of sand, half under a shade tree, but still with a good splash of sun. Then she tossed off her own sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat before heading to the water. She waded into the surf, letting the cool ocean tickle her toes. Preferably, she’d have come later in the year for warmer temperatures, but March’s spring break meant she still might be able to see the whales that came in the spring for their calving.

She carefully inched further into the water, peeling off her cover-up and jumping into a reef-less area of deeper water to wash off the slimy red mud clinging to her body. Fortunately, most of it disappeared in a cloud of rusty water, but her clothing didn’t fare as well. At least she was still alive to tell the tale.

After bobbing in the slow undulating waves for a few minutes, she trudged back for the shoreline and her blanket, wringing her wet hair as she emerged. Even though it was wet, she could pick out the light golden streaks running through the usually mousy brown, actually making it look something other than drab for a change. If only she could keep it and her nice tan going for the rest of the spring and summer, she’d be happy.

The tiny hairs on her neck rose, and a frisson of electricity sizzled up her back. A sure sign someone was watching her, or at least had looked at her. She glanced to her left to make sure no one else was there—she’d been duped before thinking someone was looking at her, but they were really looking past her—and then glanced at the only other person on the beach.

He stood still at the surf’s edge, his feet buried in the sand, small frothy waves lapping at his ankles. But his eyes were on her, not on what he was doing. Still with the glasses and hat, she couldn’t really make out any intent in his gaze, other than a friendly smile and a nod of his head.

The thought that he might be checking her out made her laugh again. No one checked her out. Well, maybe not ‘no one,’ but the someones who did were typically only in bars and clubs when she was the only one left out of a group of girls or the men were too drunk to care who they went home with.

It wasn’t false modesty, either, that had made her laugh… and blush… at the stranger’s attention. She’d always known she wasn’t pretty. Not like her older sister, the beauty queen. Or her cousins, all striking in their own way. Her mother had called her the ugly duckling—she of the unremarkable plumage, plain face, and squat rounded figure. A terrible thing for a mother to say, but that was Mom. Love her or hate her.

Astrid had waited to turn into a swan for years, like the story she always read to her kindergarten classes, but it still hadn’t happened. And why would it? This wasn’t a fairy tale and that man wasn’t looking at her appreciatively. He was probably just being nice, his eyes finding the only other moving thing on the secluded beach, before moving on.

She settled down onto her towel, deciding to lay first on her stomach and read a bit from the Kindle she’d brought, since it seemed to have survived her slip earlier. She didn’t get very far before a voice called out to her.

“Is the book good?” called the Englishman, now closer to her, but still at the surf’s edge. He was looking back in her direction, then bending down to inspect a shell on the sand.

Astrid frowned. “Excuse me?”

He motioned to the Kindle sitting on the blanket in front of her. “You came to one of the most beautiful places in the world and you’re reading instead of watching. I sure hope the book is worth it.”

“You don’t like to read?”

He barked out a laugh and looked back at the sun. “I love to read, but I find there’s so much to explore in unfamiliar places like this. Unless you live here and this isn’t new to you.”

Ah, so he was playing the information mining game. “If I lived here, do you think I’d be stupid enough to attempt that hike on my own?”

“No, I suppose not,” he said. “Then where’s home?”

“Las Vegas.”

“I’ve been,” he replied. “Fun city.”

Sure, if you liked always smelling of stale cigarette smoke, losing money, and ignoring the seedy underbelly of a city built on mobs, human trafficking, and obscene wealth that never trickled past the Strip. Astrid rolled her eyes and dipped her head to read again.

He didn’t take the clue. “Where are you staying?”

She groaned and shut her Kindle cover. “At the condos right next to the trailhead.”

“I’m at the St. Regis down the way,” he offered. “This the first time you tried to come down here?”

“First time I’ve had the courage to attempt it,” she shot back.

The man nodded, running his fingers thoughtfully across his mouth. “It’s my third time. I slipped the first time, as well.”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “You did not.”

“I did! Arse over kettle,” he said.

She scoffed. “You’re a lying liar who lies.”

“Why would it be so difficult to think I fell? That trail should probably be closed due to safety concerns,” he replied, stepping closer to her, dry sand sticking to his bare feet as he walked. Eventually, he stopped in front of her with his hands on his hips, looking down his nose again.

From her vantage, all she could really see was crotch, so she quickly pulled herself up into a sitting position. She rested back on her hands, with her legs outstretched. “I had my hands on you, I know how strong you are.”

“Muscles don’t mean strength,” he said.

Astrid groaned and rolled her eyes again. This man was both incredibly annoying and alluring all at once and she wanted to keep talking with him… until she didn’t. Finally, he seemed to get her reticence and turned on his heels, walking back toward the water, stripping off his glasses, hat and shirt as he went. They landed on the sand in a heap.

He dove into the blue depths, but the moment before he did it was long enough for Astrid to verify that the man was walking muscle. How long did he have to work out every day just to maintain it? Or was he naturally that lean? It was ridiculous and a little unfair, really.

When he popped up out of the water, he was facing her direction, the first time she’d been given an opportunity to really see him. And heavens, was he gorgeous. Not just the sculpted-from-marble body, but his face. Maybe not male model pretty, but that’s what made him so attractive to her. He was a man, interesting and maybe a little on the rugged side, not some baby-faced model perfection. The water dripping around him and off of him, however, made it seem like he’d been ripped straight from the romance novel she’d been attempting to read a few minutes ago.

Maybe he was. Maybe this was all some delusion she’d created as she lay dying on the bottom of the cliff, after actually falling the two hundred feet. She pinched her arm.

No, not a delusion. He was real, and he was headed for her. Again.

“So,” he said, dripping onto her towel as he pulled the hat back down on his head and replaced the sunglasses. For what she had been able to see of his sea-green eyes, she found them to be intense and gorgeous. But she knew she’d have to stare into them for a while to know for sure.

“Yes?” she asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Would you have dinner with me tonight?”

She tried not to sound incredulous. But there was no helping it. No one that looked like him had ever asked her out to dinner like this. “Excuse me?”

He chuckled at her. “Dinner, at the St. Regis. Say seven?”

Astrid frowned. “I’m sorry, but—��

“It’s the only polite thing to do after I saved you,” he said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one inviting you out, then?” she asked.

He shrugged his shoulder. “Nah. My treat. I’d simply like the pleasure of your company.”

“What about the people I came with?”

“The more the merrier,” he said, but he hedged anyway. He wanted her alone, clearly. Which was strange. Everything about this day had been strange. “How many shall I make the reservation for?”

But he knew. She didn’t know how he knew she was all alone, but he did. Even though she couldn’t see his eyes, as they were once again hidden behind his sunglasses, she felt them on her, assessing her, reading her. He had her number. She only wished she had his.

“Just the two of us,” she finally replied. “I don’t even know your name.”

That seemed to change him, to make him do a double take. Almost as though he were surprised by the question. He cleared his throat and said, “Henry Longfellow.”

“That’s a stupid name,” she said. “And fake.”

“How do you know?”

Astrid licked her lips. “Add a Wadsworth in there and you’ve got yourself one of the greatest American poets to ever poet.”

His shoulders slumped and he harrumphed. “I’m impressed you know that. What’s your name, then?”

She sighed. She damn well wasn’t going to give him her real name if he wasn’t going to give his. “How ‘bout Jane Austen?”

“Ha!” He laughed. “No Jane, can’t do Jane. You strike me as more of a Brontë--a little darker and more Gothic around the edges than old Jane.”

“Charlotte, then,” she said.

“Not Emily?”

Astrid shrugged. “I’m more of a Rochester girl than a Heathcliff.”

He stared at her for good long moment, as though memorizing what she looked like. “Alright, dinner at seven, then, Charlotte.”

“Do you do this often?” she called to him as he turned and started for his towel.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Make edicts and expect people to follow them?”

He grinned. “Most people do what I say.”

Astrid couldn’t believe his cockiness. But there was also an infectious friendliness in him that made it difficult to say no to anything. “If I don’t make it tonight, it’s because I’m stuck down here, or dead at the bottom of the cliff from trying to climb back up.”

He laughed. “I have faith in you, Charlotte.”

“Thanks,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Seven! Don’t forget! Or I’ll come bang on every one of the doors of the flats you’re staying at,” he yelled, slipping onto the path and out of sight.

Astrid groaned and fell back on her towel, staring up at the impossibly blue sky.

When had her life turned into this, anyway? Damn it, though, if she wasn’t just a little excited. She let out a little squeal and reached for her Kindle, happy to finally have the peace she craved, as well as a weird new happiness bubbling up inside her.

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purecerealkids · 6 years

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Alphabet Tag

I was tagged by both @straykidshizzle and @cinnagyeom-roll. Thank you lovelies~ 💚

A. Age: 19, almost 20 (guys I’m on my last month and a half of teenagehood help)

B. Birthplace: Tennessee, USA

C. Current time: 4:38 P.M. EST

D. Drink you last had: Water . . . yeah I’m pretty boring.

E. Easiest person to talk to: Shoot, there’s so many people. Either @cinnagyeom-roll, @catthepumpkinqueen, or @adventuringavacado.

F. Favorite song: Um . . . All of them? The song I’ve been listening to the most often recently is probably “For You” or “Placebo”, both by 3RACHA.

G. Grossest memory: I’ve never been asked this. I mean I say gross anytime I talk about my old crushes, does that count?

H. Hogwarts house: OKAY SO I used to always say I was Ravenclaw, but I took the Pottermore quiz like two days ago and got Hufflepuff. I don’t feel like I’m nice enough to be a Hufflepuff, but I probably have too many crazy emotions for a Ravenclaw. I don't know man.

I. In love: Um . . . do my biases count? If not then no. Relationships are so stressful omg

J. Jealous of people: Who isn't honestly? I have like -1247 self confidence, so I’m generally jealous of others’ bodies and talents. It’s a problem.

K. Killed someone: By door slamming them and never speaking to them again? Maybe. I’m too conflict avoidant to do something that would get me in trouble with the law. That’s probably good, though.

L. Love at first sight, or should I walk by again?: You should just keep walking away like why are you flirting with me bye Felicia

M. Middle name: Brooke (Another one I just wanna answer: MBTI type: INFJ)

N. Number of siblings: Zero unless you count the dog. (Honestly, she gets more attention than I do so . . .) Fun fact: I’ve always wanted a brother who’s three years older than me.

O. One wish: Tbh, I just wanna be healthy and have harmonious relationships.

P. Person you last called: @adventuringavacado

Q. Question you’re always asked: Is your hair naturally curly? So . . . can you actually understand [K-pop]? How much Korean do you know? What do you wanna do after you graduate? Are you sure you’re from the South? (For the people not from the US: The South is known for having a certain, very thick accent. I do not have this accent [and honestly most of the younger generation doesn’t]. I go to college/uni in the North and literally everyone is surprised I’m from the South because I don’t have a Southern accent.)

R. Reason to smile: OT9! . . . okay but seriously I have some amazing friends in my life. They’re very silly and keep me smiling and remind me of what’s important when I’m blinded by emotions and anxiety. They’re also extra af bless them

S. Song you last sang: “Hey” by GOT7

T. Time you woke up: 7 A.M. cuz I had a linguistics exam at 8 A.M. Would not recommend😓

U. Underwear color: Uh . . . lemme check . . . . light blue. Literally the only thing that I’m wearing that’s not black.

V. Vacation destination: Seoul, Hong Kong, or Tokyo. I also kinda wanna go to Australia, but I feel like something would kill me because I am frail and also scare easily.

W. Worst habit: Comparing myself to others in every single way 🙃

X. X-rays: I think I’ve had like three my whole life. One was a chest x-ray for asthma. One was for my wrist when another kid in my class kicked it when I was going down a slide. One was for my arm when I fell off an inflatable bounce house. Probably should’ve gotten one on my leg recently but it’s fiiiine.

Y. Your favorite food: 고추장 삽겹살 I don’t know to explain this in English honestly. Just copy and paste it into google. Best explanation I got is spicy pork belly.

Z. Zodiac sign: Aquarius (Western)/Tiger (Chinese)

Oh shoot I almost forgot to tag people. Ummmm @helluhvator, @leader-chan, @catthepumpkinqueen, and @adventuringavacado. Why not? Have fun you guys~

#alphabet tag #not kpop

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randomfandomimagine · 7 years

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Silence (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Hufflepuff!Reader

Title: Silence

Requested by anon:

Hi, I saw that you can do Fantastic beasts imagines and i would like to request one please. Can you do one where reader and newt were best friends when they were in hogwarts and now few years later reader finds a niffler (newts niffler) and then reader brings the niffler but then she runs into newt and u can do what u want with the ending(u can change a bit if u want :)

A new city, a new adventure.

Not that I’ve had adventures everywhere I go –in fact, I didn’t get the chance to travel much, but never had adventures in the places I actually visited –but I was still hopeful. What if it was this time when I lived the biggest adventure of my life?

New York seemed exciting, exhilarating, big, filled with so much to offer. And I couldn’t wait to explore to city, see what it had for me, longing for an unexpected journey.

It was true that I felt out of place at times, despite the fact that I had arrived to the United States just yesterday. Everyone quickly realized I was British and wondered why I was there, curious and almost suspicious.

But I didn’t let those curious glances ruin my excitement, I had always been an optimist. Part of the reason why I was definitely a Hufflepuff in Hogwarts.

I walked around, letting my eyes wander around the streets and trying to soak everything in.

Just then, something caught my eye, something moving, so I took a good look at it.

It was a small creature with blueish fur, with a pink snout and small black eyes. Reminded me a bit of a platypus. The creature looked familiar even if I couldn’t quite pinpoint why as I didn’t recall to have seen it before. Yet it looked adorable and it was all I cared about.

“Hi” I carefully walked closer to it, not wanting to scare it.

The creature stared curiously at me, allowing me to approach it.

“Can I pet you?” I stretched out my hand, hoping it would let me.

It moved closer, not getting frightened by it either. So I took it as its consent to touch it. I grinned happily as I gently pet it.

I loved animals, both magical and non-magical. I was especially fond of the latter, though, because they reminded me of an old friend.

Maybe this creature before me was a magical one, it definitely didn’t look like those the muggles know.

While it didn’t refuse my touch, it didn’t seem too impressed by the way I was petting it, because it looked mesmerized by something.

Before I could realize what it was staring at, it had taken my necklace.

“Oi!” I exclaimed, feeling offended and betrayed. “Give it back!”

The creature started to run away with my shiny expensive silver necklace, so I chased after it.

I ran around, hoping I didn’t look like a lunatic, and tried to reach it before it ran off with my favorite necklace. I pushed people in a hurry, apologizing whenever I did.

It was quite a hard task, because the creature was much faster than I thought.

Just when I thought I was about to catch it, I violently crashed into someone.

I was running so fast that I almost made him fall, and I hit my head against his knee while I was at it.

“I’m so sorry!” A soft voice said over my voice, surprisingly with a British accent. “I didn’t see you”

That was probably because I was running half hunched over as I tried to get that awful creature that stole my necklace.

“My fault” I absently stood straight, realizing I lost sight of the creature. “Sorry”

I resigned myself to find the little bugger because I would never catch up. So I just resolved to apologize to the man that I almost knocked over and carry on.

I looked at him with a sigh and locked eyes, not realizing he was staring. When my eyes met his, he quickly averted them.

“I… should have watched where I was going” I mumbled, rubbing my forehead where it impacted against his bony knee.

“Are you alright?” When he noticed, his eyes fell over me again, worriedly.

“No harm done” However, I was quite mad because I had just lost my necklace at the hands of a strange and mischievous creature.

“Are you sure?” The man insisted, watching me carefully. “You look upset”

“I just lost my favorite necklace” I preferred to leave out the part where a platypus stole it so I wouldn’t sound like a crazy person.

To my surprise, his eyes opened wide in realization. I wondered why as I observed him.

He then opened his suitcase ever so lightly and took out something furry.

I gasped when I realized what it was. That was the creature!!! It was his!!!

“I’m guessing here’s the culprit” With one hand, he held it while he put the suitcase on the floor, already completely closed.

Then he started to tickle the creature, making it drop tons of jewelry and shiny objects.

I was completely bewildered and in awe.

Not only because the man before me was holding a strange creature upside down and actually tickling it until it dropped all the shiny things that it magically stored in its tummy, but also because said man was awfully familiar.

Wait a moment… magically? I had suspected that creature was magical, after all.

“So sorry” He said, shyly looking at me for a second before looking away and handing me my necklace back. “Here”

For some reason, then it hit me.

“Newt?” I finally realized who he was, and I was surprised and delighted. “Newt Scamander?”

“Y/N?” It seemed like he soon recognized me too!

His eyes finally landed on me, making me smile. I wanted to hug him, I really did, but I feared that it would make him feel uncomfortable.

“It’s been so long!” I told him to break the ice. It was kinda awkward seeing each other after years separated. “Since we graduated Hogwarts, I believe”

“Yes, that’s right” Newt nodded and averted his gaze again, something he always did.

One thing I had learned about him in Hogwarts was that he was really shy, introverted and awkward. He only felt completely comfortable with his creatures, because he adored them and felt a special connection with them.

He could spend hours with them, even if they didn’t say anything or make any noise. Newt didn’t talk to them either, most of the time. He enjoyed the silence.

In fact, silence was what he was most comfortable with most of the time. Usually, people dread silence and do whatever they can to break it and avoid the awkwardness of the loud nothingness. But with Newt it’s almost a blessing.

There was lots of non-verbal communication between us, because we were such close friends. I liked to believe that he felt almost as comfortable around me as he was around his creatures.

Almost.

“It feels like ages since we were in Hogwarts” I kept saying, dying to chat more with him. To gain back the confidence and closeness we lost. “Remember when we met?”

“How can I forget, Y/N?” Newt smiled a little, both amused and awkward.

We were both Hufflepuffs. We discovered that the day we met, at the Sorting Ceremony.

“I was so scared that I would be a Slytherin” I laughed at my own silliness, since I was such a naive and easily scared child. “With all the things I heard about Salazar Slytherin...”

“You always were too kind and calm to be a Slytherin” I automatically took it as a compliment and blushed. Maybe because I wanted it to be a compliment.

“So did you” Almost not realizing it, I kindly rubbed his arm. “With your love for your creatures and all”

With the physical contact, Newt froze. Maybe because he wasn’t expecting it, maybe because it made him uncomfortable. Whatever the case, it flustered him.

I quickly pulled back and looked away in embarrassment. I didn’t want him to feel awkward.

I cleared my throat, trying to think of something to say to get back to our friendly conversation.

“What are you doing here, Newt?”

“It’s a long story, actually”

“Oh, I see…”

I looked down, hopeless. Maybe his fondness for me faded all this time, maybe he didn’t like me that much anymore. Sure, he was glad to see an old friend, but that might be it.

I heard him chuckling, to my surprise, so I looked up at him again. He was smiling.

And it was that genuine and warm smile that he always dedicated me. It brought me back to our Hogwarts days, when we would hang out in the Hufflepuff Common Room and sit in the couch.

We would do nothing else, just sit there and pass the time. Almost cuddling, sitting extremely close to the other. Maybe reading, maybe studying. But just being together, enjoying each other’s company without needing to rant.

I knew it was his way of saying ‘it’s great to see you’ and so I smiled too. Just with the look he was giving me and his sweet smile, I knew things hadn’t changed that much.

He still trusted me, he still liked me, and he still saw me the same way. So I smiled too.

“Can you keep a secret, Y/N?” Newt asked me, serious but playful at the same time.

“You know I can” I smiled, thinking back to the many good memories I had with him during our stance in Hogwarts.

“Almost forgot about that” He smiled as well, amused and fond of the memories. “You always had my back when I brought creatures to school”

For a long second that felt like an hour, we stared into each other’s eyes. Ever since Hogwarts, they had been some unresolved feelings between us that were just brought and stirred upon our new meeting.

None of us spoke about those feelings, because we were too scared to admit them or to face the consequences. Perhaps we lacked courage, perhaps we were self-conscious.

All I knew was that my biggest crush was on Newt Scamander, who was my best friend, and I had a suspicion that he reciprocated but never did something about it. Then we lost touch when we finished Hogwarts, but it was great seeing him again.

“Come now” To my surprise, he took my hand and guided me somewhere.

I gladly followed, curious and intrigued. He guided me into a more private and secretive place, which was very odd, and opened the suitcase I hadn’t even noticed he was still carrying.

Then he put it on the ground and… walked inside it.

For someone who had graduated Hogwarts a long time ago, that took me off guard. I gasped in awe and hesitated for a few minutes, but I finally followed him inside.

I was welcomed by a world so beautiful that I felt like I was inside a dream. It was the most fantastic thing I had witnessed, and I had studied in Hogwarts!

It was like a mini zoo filled with wonderful creatures, some of which welcomed me warmly and curiously as they wondered who this stranger was that their caretaker brought with him. Excited to see their new visitor and guest.

Very briefly, like he wanted me to see every little corner of his magical world inside a suitcase filled with all types of gorgeous creatures, he took me to see the reason why he had come to America.

Frank the Thunderbird, a majestic and absolutely beautiful creature that had me gawking at him.

When I saw how Newt walked closer to him and tenderly rubbed his feathers, I saw the true Newt. He was always most comfortable around his creatures, and I was quite jealous of them for not being able to completely connect with him like that.

“Oh, Newt, it’s so wonderful!” I uttered, exhilarated. “It’s so bloody beautiful that I have the urge to cry in happiness and awe!”

My friend laughed a little, amused and relieved as well as cheerful.

“You always understood me really well”

It was true, I was one of the very few people that was supportive and interested in his passion for magical creatures. Everyone else thought he was crazy for ‘befriending dangerous beasts that were a menace’ but I always thought they were just lacking love or misunderstood.

After all, if they were truly dangerous, they would have hurt Newt at some point in time. And they never did.

Then Newt smiled at me over his shoulder, still petting Frank, and began to walk away from the marvelous Thunderbird.

As we walked along, I recognized some of the creatures that he showed me during our time in Hogwarts. And I actually remembered the name of the familiar creature that took my necklace: a Niffler.

Then Newt approached a bunch of what I thought were Bowtruckles. He took one out of his pocket and tried to take him with the rest, even though it hesitated.

I fondly glanced at Newt whilst he cared for them. I didn’t dare break the silence, knowing he enjoyed it.

Our relationship was mostly based on silence. I remembered that many of the best times I spent with him we didn’t even speak.

We kept silent about our feelings too. We always were, and if we ever confessed, I knew it wouldn’t be the traditional way. It wouldn’t be with an ‘I like you’, I was sure about that. It would be with our usual non-verbal communication.

Just like we were silent while we were away. When we finished Hogwarts and never even sent an owl to the other, not because we didn’t want to. But because we were flustered thinking about it, and because we didn’t really need it.

I had thought about him without needing to know of him. I believed and hoped he did too.

I came back to reality when I felt his eyes on me, something that didn’t happen too often since he was so shy. He hardly ever made eye contact with anyone.

“Aw, Momma Newt” I teased him a bit, making him smile and blush.

I was always a wee bit more extroverted than he was. Even if I was shy and introverted myself, but with Newt I felt so comfortable and I could be myself.

“Would you like to see more?” He offered me a hand for me to take, which I immediately did.

“Why, of course!” I squeezed his hand, flustering him a bit, but he recovered and began to take me with him.

While we walked, I took a deep breath, thinking. This sudden meeting with my old friend seemed like a sign. It couldn’t be a coincidence, I believed in destiny.

We had spent all our Hogwarts years being friends, which was great. But we never got to confess our true feelings, or taking a risk. Maybe it was time to.

Maybe, the fact that I unexpectedly met Newt Scamander in no other city than the foreign New York was meant to be. Maybe I was supposed to get what I never did, take the step that I never took.

So I gathered some courage, telling myself not to lose this amazing opportunity, and intertwined my fingers with his.

This gesture flustered Newt even further, so much that he stopped walking. My friend looked at me over his shoulder, confused and intrigued.

“Actually, Newt…” I began to say, awkward and shy about his beautiful eyes locking with mine. “There’s something I would like to do first, if you don’t mind”

“What is it?”

“This”

I knew that he would never do such a thing, so I decided to gather some more courage and do it myself. While we were still holding hands, I turned the tables by gingerly brushing his lips with mine.

Our mouths touched for just a second, since I didn’t want to overwhelm him. In fact, I examined his expression carefully when I broke away.

Newt was wide eyed even if his glance never fell on me. I bit my lip in apprehension as I waited a bit longer, in the hopes of a response.

Since he didn’t move, I tried to turn around and awkwardly leave. That was, until he held tighter on to my hands.

Newt didn’t want me to leave.

He gave me one of his beautiful and friendly smiles. But there was something about the way he looked at me now, there was a happy twinkle on his eyes. And they were filled with love, with adoration, in a way that they didn’t before.

I knew him well enough to understand that glance. It meant that he agreed with me, that we could move on from being friends to being something more.

About time.

“Shall we continue?” He offered gallantly, what I knew was his way of subtly flirting.

“Sure”

Before we did, however, he did something that made my heart skip a beat. The definite proof that he was very happy that I took the step and was willing to be my new boyfriend.

He kissed me in the cheek.

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ohthatbunnygirl · 7 years

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A NSFW lumberjack fluff Reylo AU drabble per @reylorobyn2011‘s suggestion that somehow went off the rails of fluff in my mind and straight into FILTH. Apparently lumberjack Kylo’s can not behave themselves. I blame flannel. Flannel makes you do crazy things…

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Right in the middle of taking another long pull of his beer, Kylo smiled. The curve of his lips not due at all to the whiff of pine sap on his fingers nor to the ache in his back after a full day’s work. No, his amusement was squarely thanks the absurd conversation flowing over from the table beside him.

“Aaaah, I thought we’d be so much further down your thirty before thirty list after two states.” The louder of the two girls groaned while missing the straw in her third Long Island. “We hit up both Oregon and Idaho and you only checked off one!”

“I know,” the second girl laughed with a comical frown. “Idaho’s name was not quite the inspiration I expected.”

“Missed opportunity!”

“But he was a really cute farmer.”

“He waaaaas,” the other girl admitted, nodding while resting her chin on her drink. Propped up for at least another minute as she loudly whispered, “But if you’re gonna have sex with all thirty of the things on the list then you gotta multitask, Rey. It’s your thirty before thirty, and you’ve only got three years left!” The tipsy girl hiccuped for punctuation before growing louder, “It’s too hard to find an individual lumberjack, a guy in Mensa, a professional athlete, and a guy over six feet two. It’s not gonna happen, and that’s why I suggest that instead of finding one guy with a foreign accent and another guy who’s an Eagle Scout, you should search for an Eagle Scout with a foreign accent. Bippity Boppity Boom, you’ve knocked two off the list!”

“Wait?” The girl named Rey held her hand up, brow furrowed adorably as she attempted to sort out some mental gymnastics. “Can you have Eagle Scouts outside of the US? How would he have a foreign accent, Jess?”

“I dunno, that’s why I don’t have Eagle Scouts on my list. I don’t know anything about them.”

“Ah, but think about their knot tying skills! Those rope skills!”

“You’ve clearly thought this through.”

A couple minutes later they’d gone back to playing a highly competitive round of quarters when Kylo snuck a longer peek at the two women. Scratching at the scruff along his jaw as an excuse to look away, but once his eyes landed on them his fingers froze. Startled by the sight of someone so pretty giving her friend the middle finger.

She’s insanely cute….and insane.

Oh, but you like insane.

Even from one table over he spotted the splash of freckles across her nose. The deceptive dots of innocent right beneath her mischievously dancing caramel-colored eyes. The girl was a small stunner no doubt, and even if Kylo hadn’t caught any of their conversation he would have known on sight that they weren’t from around Morton. Girls in this part of Washington stuck to khaki and shirts that wouldn’t cling to their chests in the rain. Girls dressed like the weather was the fickle asshole they all knew it to be, but these girls were sporting flimsy tank tops, tiny shorts, and flannel too thin to be practical. They stuck out like sore thumbs -cute thumbs no doubt, but sore all the way.

“Ooooh, Kansas is the buffalo!” Rey swooned.

“What does that even mean?”

“There’s a buffalo on the Kansas state quarter.” Rey explained, but once she’d heard herself utter the silly sentence out loud she bent over double laughing. Slapping her hand against the table as her eyes went teary.

“You are absurd.”

Unfastening the top button of his work shirt, Kylo shifted his gaze back down to the bottom of his beer. Exhaling out his desire in exchange for some ration.The girls were trouble, they were little sloppy minx heartbreakers, and after a long day he didn’t need trouble. Nope, all Kylo needed was to stay out of trouble for at least one Friday.

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Rey POV

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Why won’t you open!

Open! You only have two jobs!

One, you close and two you open!

Yanking for the twentieth time on the miserable useless knob, Rey grunted out her frustration. Using all her force to pull with everything she had, but the nefarious bathroom seemed determined to keep her captive forever. Here she was powerless. Absolutely no hope in sight until a gruff voice called out from the other side, “Shove into it, twist, and then pull!”

Knowing well enough to follow good advice - or at least any advice at that point- Rey shoved, twisted, and pulled. An ominous groan sounded from the wood before at last the door swung open with enough power to knock Rey back into the sink. She slid flat on her butt with a startled shriek, but just as quickly a large hand was right there to help her up. Five calloused fingers taking her small hand in his, and when Rey looked up at her mysterious savior she was floored on the floor.

Mouth parted stunned as she took in her Brawny-Man fantasy come true.

He was too good, too impossibly perfect. All handsome rugged red-blooded American male with muscles straining against a red flannel shirt. When he looked down at her, his eyes were piercing whiskey above a nose that would have appeared too big on any face other than his. There was nothing pretty boy soft about any of his allure, but every inch of him looked chiseled from extremes and sexy as hell. If Rey had a type he checked all boxes. He was mouthwatering; and it didn’t help one bit that the scruff along his jaw seemed designed to fuck with her brain that was already weakened thanks to him being built like a tree with shaggy black hair on top.

A tree she was hungering to climb.

At some point after he’d helped her up to her feet, Rey realized she was still gawking. Swiftly staring down at her feet to throw him off the scent of her mortification, she stammered, “U-Uh, thanks.”

“Did you hit your head?” his gravelly voice questioned, scrutinizing her if he could sense how much her brain was swimming around unsteady.

“No, no I’m fine.” Rey blushed, smearing a hand down her cheek. “I was just…you’re-”

“Kylo.” he offered, shaking her hand.

“Rey.”

“I see the bathroom claimed another victim.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Only the first time anybody comes here.”

The wide grin he flashed was what did Rey in. For a few seconds there she’d succeeded in conversing without humiliating herself any further, but she couldn’t handle banter with a grin. The grin was unfair.

Before she could tell her mouth to stay shut, Rey heard herself breathlessly ask, “Are you a lumberjack?”

Kylo nodded.

“And you’re over six foot two?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh fuck me,” Rey grumbled under her breath.

“If you like.”

For a solid beat Rey assumed that the pervy voices in her head were loud enough to actually hear them echo in the bathroom. She assumed she’d finally cracked, but Kylo’s smirk set her straight. He’d damn well heard her and he’d answered back. If in that moment he’d been any other man Rey might have played it cool, she might have laughed him off, but she had never been so immediately attracted to another person. Blame it on being stuck in a cramped car for six days, but Rey was willing to hold the hot guy to his offer. He might have been teasing, but she wasn’t.

“Then shut the door.”

Without further convincing, Kylo did her one better by kicking his foot back to lock the door. The slam barely shaking the doorframe before he’d launched forward. Those large hands of his scooping Rey up to rest her on top of the sink as his mouth set upon hers. Kissing her without hesitation, kissing her like he’d thought about it for hours. Kissing her tropical punch stained mouth with a slight rumbling chuckle as if he knew how good this was going to be for her.

Tugging at his jean button, Rey hoped he was right.

Tugging back on her lower lip, Kylo asked, “Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“Good.”

The second her shorts hit the ground, Kylo didn’t bother with her underwear. Pulling the lace to the side, his fingers slid up smoothly inside of her. Stroking one to two to just where she needed him. With slight skillful twists he pleasured her, watching her lips part, coaxing out trembling moan after moan from that lush mouth that he was more than happy to muffle. Slanting his full lips over hers again, he shared each hint of euphoria, breathing her in as she took him.

“I’m going to-” she whispered. “I’m going to-”

Digging her nails into his shoulders, Rey finished her sentence. Whimpering, gushing into the hand of a stranger. Feeling shameless in front of him until he retrieved his fingers to smear the tips lightly along her lip. Coating her in sticky sweetness that he sucked off, nipping at her flesh to get every last drop.

Draping her arms on top of his shoulders, Rey breathed heavily. Coming back into her senses, her hand dropped to push into his back pocket. Fumbling around with his wallet until she’d found what she was looking for. Grasping that slim packet that Kylo took from her before tearing an opening in the foil with his teeth.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Rey nodded with a grin. “I really am.”

Sliding the condom down, Kylo gripped his cock. Priming his flesh with long jerks as Rey licked her lips at the sight.

Of course he’s huge, how could any man built like him be average?

“Like what you see?” Kylo teased, rubbing his thumb back and forth over his swollen cockhead.

“Yeah,” Rey snickered. “Enough to resist an ‘I could tell you work all day with wood’ joke.”

Instantly pausing his stroke, Kylo laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkling adorably, and it meant everything for Rey then to hear his amusement. If there were any lingering fears concerning them hooking up, Rey could feel them all dissipate when he looked back over at her fondly.

It hit Rey then that if she was going to have quickie bathroom sex with a massive stranger than sharing something beyond desire sweetened the deal. Yes, they’d shared a cheap laugh over a bad joke, and now hopefully an orgasm or two.

Clearly on the same thought track, Kylo trailed a hand up her thigh. Slowly spreading her open for him as his thumb rested against her hipbone. Those long fingers splayed out possessively across her skin to keep her in place as he shifted forward to ease into her. One thick inch of him at a time sinking inside of Rey’s warmth until at last he’d buried down to the hilt.

Groaning, “You alright?”

“Mmm,” Rey whimpered, staring between her legs. Obsessively transfixed on where he overwhelmed her until her lashes fluttered. Unable to see straight when he smelled like the forest and he couldn’t make it through her name again without groaning a second time. The feeling of her apparently too good for words so he settled on touch.

Grazing his free hand down from her temple to her neck, Kylo was surprisingly gentle. Petting his sweet thing while calling her such. Whispering with each driving thrust about how gorgeous she was right then, and sounding as if he couldn’t get over her either.

Fucking her with those pretty filthy words that had her tightening again around his shaft.

Feeling her edging near rapture, Kylo gripped her hips in his hands. Jerking her forward, holding her closer. Relentlessly pounding into her throughout her climax as his mouth latched onto her neck. Sucking hard to make up for not tasting her for so long. Licking when he was done just because he liked to.

“The way you feel.” he rasped, canting his hips forward with each word.

Withdrawing partially, Kylo panted, swallowing for a breather. Not ready at all for this to end even when somebody knocked on the door. Those interrupting sounds going further ignored when Kylo pushed back inside of Rey. Taking it easy on her. Taking his time. Starting off his strokes agonizingly slow before little by little losing control. Thrusting faster and needier when she scraped her nails down his back. Fucking that hot naughty body hard enough to rattle the sink until all good things came to an end.

Emptying into her cunt, he growled her name. Pulsing warm inside of her. Claiming her body and soul if only for a few seconds more.

Pulling out, Kylo exhaled. Lazily removing the condom before sinking to the ground to pick up Rey’s shorts. Chivalrously gliding them back up her legs as the couple traded sheepish smiles- smiles that said I’ve just done the nasty with you and I don’t even know your last name. Smiles that Rey would never once regret.

“We didn’t even take our tops off.”

Staring down at her still covered chest, Rey blew out a breath. “I couldn’t wait, could you?”

“No.” Kylo answered, fastening her buttons. “Can I at least buy you a drink?”

“At least one.”

Only hopping off the sink once she’d gotten her land legs back, Rey shot him a cheeky look. Practically glowing from their exertions, but as Kylo zipped up his jeans she burst into far less ethereal giggles.

“Something amusing?”

“I-I nothing…it was just a silly impulsive stupid thought.”

“Oh yeah, we definitely don’t want to indulge in anything impulsive.”

“Ok then,” Rey cleared her throat, walking her fingers up the front of his shirt. “Um, I was just wondering if you happen to be a baby daddy.”

Without even flinching, Kylo replied, “No, but I am a mother fucker.”

“Oh God!” Rey barked out another laugh, picking up her purse. “That was cheesy perfection.”

Opening the door to leave, Kylo gave her a wink.

“Oh, but for what it’s worth, I am an Eagle Scout too.”

#reylo #drabble #lumberjack filth #it started off fluffier but i am trash #kylo ren #bathrooms are for lovers

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familyvisionis2020 · 4 years

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Day 5 - Huntsville

Jeremy’s up the earliest and sends a text to us that he’s getting breakfast with Noah at a place called the Grit. Rather than opt to join I just post up on the porch with Trey and indulge in a long long blog post.The weather is cooler and grayer, joggers and dog-walkers and kids on bikes roll down the streets, slow syrupy sunday morning, humidity and gristle, butter pats wouldn’t melt if you left them out on your plate but they wouldn’t be too taut to sink your teeth into. I feel a fundamental sense of repair from typing, reviving a column of spirit I’d quietly suffocated, knock loose a clot of rust in my clockwork and the machinery is humming along again. Now that I have the link to the blog to share to people I feel like I’m gingerly handing the missing puzzle piece to my patrons and well-wishers and companions, indulging a curiosity and rounding something out to myself that might prove the regard and sensitivity my quietness can bely, might be a kindness or a service to people who find me austere or impenetrable or bristly. I was staring at a picture of a cactus and identifying with it the other day, tall, two arms, tiny head, spiky, full of water, not so bad if you’re careful with them, just like me.

Later tonight I will watch Tired Frontier play the last set of their tiny tour with us and what will end up being our last show of the tour as well. Watching the face of the guys I see things so so different then when I saw them for the first time, when they were complete strangers, tourmates but sight unseen. What I saw in their faces the first time I saw them play: Royal is tall and broad-shouldered and country and active and maybe a little sloppy and expanive and reminds me a ton of my friend Mike, so I have love for him off the bat, also his weird tuning and rococo pedal board setup and heedless mustache and you know, wife, set off little clockworks of insecurity in me and my mind props up baseless criticisms of him sourced solely from my ignorance of him. After three shows we are not friends but I know him much better, have seen him from more angles, have a better sense of him, he loves doing bits and laughs high and loud and chills endlessly, in this way he matches the tone and cadence of Kabir magnificently. Paul is beautiful and has a face like a svelter Jim Carrey and kneads the keyboard effortlessly, digital dough, his fingers are narrow and elegant and move only enough to play the next keys, the same sort of parsimony of motion I used to see from chefs with expert knife skills. I envy his bouny raven thick-sable hair. Trey looks plainly joyful when he plays drums. He extends his crash cymbal hardware to the maximum length so his crash is preposterously high up. I can’t discern a reason other than it’s kind of fun or different. He’s enthusiastic about my writing, I get to share him some other work I’ve done, he says he loves it, I swell with gratitude and we exchange emails.

The morning in Athens goes more or less like the morning before: me and Kabir and John and Paul all go get breakfast at Donderos’ again, drink tea and coffee, pack up our stuff. We take some group photos with both bands outside on the porch with the orbs and they’re cute and silly. Kabir flipped a coin to decide whether me or John drives the next stretch, it’s me, I’m a little apprehensive because I haven’t driven a 15-passenger van in awhile, but once I’m in it’s like riding a bike, I have muscle memory of driving big vehicles from U-Haul trips and, before that, the box truck I drove to transport food donations to the pantry of the Servant Center in Greensboro. I’m a good driver, I check my mirrors, I put on a halloween mix I made in 2015 and I am feeling myself, focused, caffienated, surrounded by friends, there’s some clouds in the sky and drizzles but it’s not bad and we’re making good time. The boys just listen along with me to the DJ mix for awhile then start up a new crossword puzzle and we all 4 do it collaboratively, one person describing the clue, letters, cross-clues, and we brainstorm for answers, between the four of us we’re really good at this, and we’re all laughing and in great spirits as we methodically complete the puzzle. We stop in Marietta Georgia at one point to use the bathroom, we stop at a KFC with a 20-foot mechanized/animatronic chicken head whose eyes roll back in its head and whose giant beak opens and closes in regular time like a campy pendulum. I buy a postcard and a souveneir cup from here because I think my Mom has family from Marietta Georgia but when we’re back in the car I can’t remember if it’s Marietta Georgia or Marietta Ohio, but I figure it will be well-received either way. We get back on the road and now we’re off the highway and onto some more remote state routes and we pass into Alabama and the rain lets up but its still overcast so the light is gentle and diffuse, the hills are rolling, we pass a colony of tiny homes, weird, livestock, bulls with giant horns that when I see them I just say ‘aurochs’ absent mindedly, livestock and cotton fields and when we see police someone will just say ‘ops’ and the whole drive everyone is just in a good mood, making jokes, kind and breezy. I marvel at how these boys do not seem to carry the same sort of darkness I feel I do, or maybe they just don’t wear it on their sleeves, or maybe none of them are neurodivergent or addicted or traumatized, or maybe they are but hide it well, or have coped and healed…something I’m used to is being around people who require a space to talk about extremely serious and heavy and heartbraking things. Maybe it’s a vestige of a lifestyle I’ve left behind. In all the time I’ve spent with Kabir and Jeremy and John and David (our NC bassist who plays home shows when Jeremy is in NY), I’ve never seen anyone come close to losing their temper, yelling, crying, crumbling, whatever. I marvel at the putative stability of my friends. I like having stable friends, I like having a stable life, it’s not how my life has always been. There is a level of tranquility and calm that washes over me while I’m driving through rural Alabama with my stable friends in a well-maintained van in my healthy body wrapped around a heart that is not broken and a mind that feels as clear and capable as it has ever been. Grace is unearned, I’m told.

We make it to Huntsville on time, the venue is called the Salty Nut, kind of a spacious and tidy bar with a kind bartender my height but with a double thick country accent and the show booker is slight and soft spoken and exceedingly kind, he receives us and then points us in the direction of a nearby restaurant called Banditos Burritos. The restaurant is festooned with vaguely southwestern or hispanic decorations and also random camp like a dirty 1990s Bart Simpson doll, a ruined acoustic guitar, a King Khan poster, a garden gnome on an old-fashioned scale with the sliding thing, a skateboard without trucks painted with a sleeping cactus person wearing a sombrero, etc. The people there are so so nice and when we say we are playing the Salty Nut tonight the guy behind the counter explains that menu items with steak and all beers will cost, but otherwise we can order whatever we want for free. We get burritos, nachos, beans, rice, salsa, hot sauce, ice water in a paper cup. We feast, scarf down, all hungrier than we realized, it’s essentially a non-franchise Taco Bell by my appraisal, which is absolutely perfect as far as I’m concerned, the beans and rice feel good and substantial. Tired Frontier shows up a little after us, gets the same stuff basically, we eat and laugh and finish and go back to the venue and wait around for awhile, I join Jeremy and Royal outside skateboarding and act crazy and try to film them doing tricks but my phone dies and and eventually they stop and we go inside and set up and play. The show goes fine, TF sounds as good as they have so far. They’re playing to a crowd of the other two bands and maybe 8 people in the bar sitting at a table eating food they brought over for Banditos Burritos. The show is fine, unremarkable. When we play, I do the usual routine of trying to play my hardest and with my whole body, and end up dropping sticks more than once and missing some snare hits and not being able to keep up on the driving floor tom parts, mostly because I’m not warmed up and maybe not focusing enough, I’m letting myself get a little carried away trying to play hard and fast rather than keep things tight, I worry this may miff the other guys but after the show there is no indication that anyone even noticed it or cared. There was a cool part where I dropped a stick but instead of it falling to the floor it bounced around on top of the snare and tom and I managed to snatch it out of mid air and keep playing and Jeremy noticed that and that made me feel cool. We played hard and to my ear we got good claps between songs, we are pretty live and high energy and I think even if people don’t like our sound they appreciate the energy, but also some of the songs are earworms and catchy and people like that too, I’ve heard. We finish, the other drummer from the other band, Golden Flakes, says great set man, we perch at the merch table but sell nothng. We listen to Golden Flakes play for close to an hour, very jam band vibe, many many guitar solos, kind of sloppy, sort of high energy rock and roll I guess, I by this time am tired and pretty disinterested, get on my phone for most of it. Toward the end of their sets someone who I assume is a townie is drunk and heckling them between songs in a way that they are clearly fine with and they know the guy and to me for some reason he looks the way I imagine the way the protagonist John from Shit Town the podcast would look. We are in Alabama after all. He sounds like John (not from our band, from the podcast). He’s annoying and I’m being judgy in my head about him when I should maybe feel sorry or indifferent, idk. It feels sad to me, I don’t feel like writing more about it. It’s awkward enough, the heckling and banter from Golden Flakes, that by the end of the set we all kind of joke-rush out of there, quietly agreeing that what’s happening is awkward and unpleasant and we should go. We get put up in Thomas’s apartment, and on on the ride home the guys talk about how Huntsville’s claim to fame is being the place where the Nazi engineers taken during Operation Paperclip were taken after WW2, whose skills were put to use developing rockets, and that all manner of testing has taken place in and around the nearby military base, the Redstone Arsenal. Kabir tells a story about how a nuclear warhead was dropped on NC and by freak chance did not detonate. It would have wiped out the population of the entire Southeast. I didn’t believe it but you can read about it here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961_Goldsboro_B-52_crash?wprov=sfti1

At the apartment I make a b-line for the couch, get my sleeping stuff out, eat an apple and a banana and a bunch of peanut butter out the jar and go to sleep. At the end of every day I feel so much more irritable and grumpy than I do at other times. I still really treasure a quiet space all to myself to sleep in and so this troubles that. But I just listen to a youtube video on European history, learn nothing, and have no dreams I remember.

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thistlesconeslochsandhaggis · 6 years

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The Hangover was always a silly movie. Never understood why people would do such stupid things or how they could even find shit like they did in Bangkok.

Well… now I understand.

Bangkok is not your typical city. Old traditions blend with new, rising trends and cultures. You used to be able to tell the difference between a man and woman, but now it’s not so easy. It should be, right?

Nah, some of those dudes pull off being a woman too well. They even pull it off better than some of us women; including me.

Usually, you can tell if it’s a man. You’ve got the square jaw, broad shoulders, big hands, and over compensation of trying to fit in too much. The one’s in Bangkok will make you question though. Some of the ones who are an actual woman look like men.

So how the hell can you tell? Easy… stay away from Thais for the most part unless you know 100%.

Anyways, that’s besides my point at this moment.

Never before would I have thought I’d have a night out in Bangkok. All of the teachers decided to head into the big city to celebrate one of our friend’s birthday. We wanted to party until the cows come home, and we did pretty much that.

Friday seemed to drag on. We weren’t doing anything save for watching kids practice for sports day. It seemed to take forever. We just wanted to get going and hit the road.

Finally, we got to do just that. Everyone seemed to be running late, and Sophie and I were ready to just leave them if they didn’t show up. The bus was set to leave at 5 PM, and if we hit the next one who knows when we would get into Bangkok.

Eventually, we all got together at the bus station and made our way down. It seemed to take forever. In reality, it kind of did…

Here’s the thing, in Thailand these buses seem to only reach a max speed of 60 kph. There are the rare occasions they hit 80 kph, but that’s few and far. For us Americans, that’s about 40 mph (AKA slow as hell!). Texans are used to driving 75 – 85 mph. We’ve got places to go and no time to waste. Thailand doesn’t run like that. They seem to have all the time in the world here.

Since it was Friday, and there was a holiday Monday, everyone was out on the road. What should’ve taken us about 2 1/2 hours ended up taking us 3 1/2.

We were all tired, cramped, hungry, and ready to get going. Energy was quickly slipping away. It didn’t help that earlier that week, and that day, I had the major shits. I was taking Imodium tablets to help me get through the days. I don’t know if it was some kind of food I ate or a bug, but it was not helping me one bit. The entire bus ride I was worried I was going to shit my pants. Then about an hour in I had to pee.

Great, right?

Yeah, the others found out a bit of my bad side. By the time the bus reached the station, I had a headache, my bladder was about to burst, I was hungry, and if I didn’t reach a restroom soon I was going to blow.

When we got off the bus everyone wanted to stand around trying to figure out what to do. I was in no mood to wait, so I started yelling to go and then pushed my way forward and walked fast to that restroom. I felt bad, but the relief I felt when I finally went was worth it. My bladder hurt for the next few hours it was so full.

Next thing we had to tackle were the taxis. We got a couple and headed to the hostel. We lost the guys in the other one, but they eventually found us.

When the taxi dropped us off, the girls and I were a bit confused. We expected to see the hostel in broad view. Peter took us across the street, then started to go down an alley. Bikes, trash, random people, and stray cats covered it. There were puddles of water, people cooking, and it looked as if we were about to head to a brothel. This had to be one of the sketchiest areas I’ve seen since I’ve been in Thailand. We turned down another alley way with a large purple building and saw the sign for the Compound halfway down.

Never would I have thought to find this place there. Surprisingly though, it was quite nice. The staff was friendly and everything seemed pretty clean. I’ve heard staying in hostels were nice, but refused to try it on my own. White girl alone in the big city and staying in a hostel? Not such a good idea. That’s why I was completely glad to go here with a large group.

We took some time to get ready, and then headed out to Khao San Road (about a 10 minute walk). I had a new dress, put on some makeup for once, and was ready! We were all ready to have a few drinks after the week we had.

Everyone was looking at us. We were white people wandering about in Bangkok at night. We stuck out like a sore thumb. One of the other teachers, Alan, made a comment about how I could actually cleaned up nicely. Not something you want to hear all the time…

I wanted to turn to him and tell him how huge of an ass he was or how he wasn’t that good looking either. But, instead, I punched his arm “lightly” and joked with him saying, “you asshole” when I really wanted to say you can shove it up your ass.

I’ll save you some time… I had more people flirting with me that night by far than he did. Karma’s a bit of a bitch.

In Thailand, it’s normally too hot to put on makeup for school every day. You’re up in front of the class yelling, walking around, the humidity clings to you, and you’re sweating a majority of the time. Yeah, I’m not going to put makeup on a whole lot.

Anyways, we were all starving and it took forever for people to figure out what to eat since we all wanted to accommodate each other. All I knew is that once I saw a Burger King I knew what I wanted.

I had not had decent meat since the first day I arrived in Thailand and a good burger sounded amazing. Most fast food places here taste a bit different, but Burger King was pretty close to what we got back home. It hit the spot and the beef was amazing! It was worth the 400 baht. I would gladly pay that again the next time I’m in Bangkok.

Some of the teachers had some Thai food and others got McDonald’s. After eating, we all met up and hit up some of the bars on Khao San Road.

Now let me tell you now, the prices are a bit expensive. They know foreigners are coming in with money. For them it might be cheap, but if you’re living on a Thai paycheck it’s a bit much. A drink can cost anywhere from 80 – 500 baht, sometimes even up to 1000 baht depending on what you get and where you go.

Khao San Road is crowded with people, street vendors, and food. You can try things such as scorpion or crickets, or you can head over to the next stall and pick up a gorgeous dress. Whatever your preference, you’re sure to find something on this road.

The first bar we hit up was the Golf Bar. It’s a great place to start off the night. For about 400 baht you can get a bucket filled with your poison. Since I wasn’t keen on drinking a lot too quickly, I splurged and got a Jack and Coke. For a Texan, this was heaven! I’ve missed good whisky so much. Thailand seems to focus on Scotch whiskies or Hong Tong (blended spirits).

All of us had a good time listening to music, talking, and dancing. We met up with a few other people and had even more fun. There was a Scottish and a Finnish guy. Their accents were wonderful!

As the night continued throngs of people flooded into the bar and crowded the street. Eventually, we ended up dancing, drinking, and smoking outside the bar. Each song struck a cord and we all went crazy.

When you’re out doing things like this, you never have a clue who you’ll meet. In fact, I met another girl from America. She had just moved to Austin when I had just moved out of there. It was such a funny coincidence. What was even funnier was when I learned her name later that night… Sammy. Yeah, who would’ve thought the two people from Texas with the same name and lived in the same spots would be in Bangkok on Khao San Road that night?

It wasn’t long before we were all sweating and the hair went up. To be honest, I don’t know how people can get drunk sometimes with it being so hot in Thailand (that is until I got drunk the next night in Pattaya haha).

We needed to change things up and head into some place cool. The club next door advertised air conditioning, dance floor, and great music.

Count me in! All you had to do was say air conditioning, and I’d be more than happy to pay the cover fee.

The cover fee was about 100 baht, but this included a free drink from the bar, so it kind of paid for itself. The area was great. There was a large Christmas tree and a huge dance floor. People stood up on the stage dancing, green strobe lights echoed through the room, and the atmosphere was alive.

We met up with some of the people from the previous bar and continued our drinking. This place was yet another one where I decided to splurge on a drink. I wasn’t going all out with beers, so I decided to spend a bit more for fewer. I got a Black Russian for about 400 baht and it tasted amazing. It was worth the price for some good liquor. You get tired of drinking beer and cheap stuff after awhile here.

I met up with the Irish guy from before and continued to talk. It was easy to spot he was a player. He was all over the women, and I know how Irish guys can be. They may be sweet, but they’re also smooth talking as I found out in Edinburgh.

At one point, I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Turns out someone was. The Finnish guy from earlier was there. At this point, I knew everyone had enough drinks so I became bold enough to walk over and start a conversation. If all else failed, I could lie and say I was drunk like them even though I had only a few drinks.

We had a few good conversations, but that was about it. To be honest, I had fun flirting with some of the guys. We were all out for a good time and needed a break from hectic work schedules or tiny towns.

At the end of the night, we all headed back to the hostel and hit the sack. I was glad the room was cold, because it was a perfect way to end the night. All snuggled up in a blanket and decent bed.

The next morning, the gang split up. Some of us stayed in Bangkok, others left for home, and Sophie and I headed off to Pattaya.

Before we left, we hit up a good place for some breakfast. It was about a 20 minute walk from the hostel and had food that wasn’t completely Thai. We got our fill of scrambled eggs and toast and Sophie got her bacon (though the bacon wasn’t exactly what she expected). It was definitely not your typical flavor or style. The restaurant was small, but quick and efficient.

It wasn’t long before we got a taxi and hit up the bus station for Pattaya!

One Night in Bangkok The Hangover was always a silly movie. Never understood why people would do such stupid things or how they could even find shit like they did in Bangkok.

#NightLife #Travel #Asia #Bangkok #Blog #Breakfast #Clubs #Drinking #Escape #Food #Food and Drink #Fun #Happy #Hotels and Hostels #Khao San Road #music #Pubs and Bars #Thailand #Thoughts

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almostentirelylost-blog · 7 years

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Berlin Adventures

Day two of Berlin exploration was a raging success.

The first thing to be noted is that for a tourist Berlin is a silly, wonderful place. Mostly silly. What fun though. I started my day off with a leisurely breakfast and then made my way to the Technikmuseum. It’s a trio of buildings that consist of an ancient train station, and two newer multi-story warehouses all filled with technological relics of Germany’s past. Absolutely glorious, gorgeous, and wonderful. I can’t say I’ve ever seen as much history packed into one building before. It’s any geek’s dreamland. I’ll post some of the pictures I took of it at some point, but it might take me a little bit since internet connections aren’t exactly a common thing for me right now (staying with my grandparents and don’t really like bringing my laptop into the city, grandparents don’t have/want internet). Anyways, one of the newer buildings is devoted entirely to nautical/aerial tech. Four stories tall and enormous, you could spend an entire day in that building alone. Floor one is devoted to all of the earliest creations in seafaring ways, complete with incredibly detailed, scale models of earlier sailboat/ships ( I don’t know what they’re called but think like pirate ships ) That and the first attempts at underwater travel. That’s a helluva’ thing, by the way, what the first submarines were like. I cannot believe that someone willing crammed themselves into one of those little tubes and let someone else drop them into the ocean in it. Mostly replicas, lots of history, and a whole bunch of navigational artifacts.

Floor two starts off with the German beginnings in flight, along the lines of the Wright brothers, but a lot more geared towards gliders and single person helicopter like contraptions. Oh and an intro to wartime flight and weaponry, along with the very beginnings of German rocketry. Especially towards the end when they start gearing you more towards the next floor up, which is the continuation of WWI developments and the intro to commercial air travel. The first few Lufthansa planes are incredibly small and rickety looking, and yet the interior is posh like it’s designed for the very richest of the elite, which it likely was! Rockets are cool, by the way. I won’t go into detail on the next couple floors, since it’s all just progressively more modern continuations of the above. Wartime history is a little more detailed here than what I got in school, and that’s all I’m going to say.

Another notable part of this building is that the first computer ever built is stored there, even though it’s barely a computer and more of a ridiculously big calculator. The next few additions are stored there as well, or on loan from other museums. It’s pretty crazy how big 1mb of ram looks like.

Next building is the train station, which I think was actually an old Nazi depot and train station, or was maybe taken over by them. I don’t actually know that, but it would stand to reason. Filled with engines, and I mean like… engine blocks as well as train engines, all from the oldest models to some of the newer ones. Just barely outside of this is a supremely cool old brewery and a very pretty little park. Pictures of these will come at some point as well. I’d like to note real quickly that at the time of writing this, I’m sitting in a 100 something year old bar in Neu-Westend drinking a beer and a whiskey, and watching some old guy winning hundred of Euros at a slot machine. Anyways, if trains or airplanes or ships are your thing, then this is a place you should visit. If you don’t like any of those, then visit anyways (insert expletives involving science).

The last building is essential a four story tall science playground for children. There are only two things that I will point out about this one. There are live electrical experiments to play with, and there is also a cloud chamber.

Part Two of This Silly Day

Oh did I mention that this is a two part day? It is, it was long and fun, and my feet hurt now. From the Technikmuseum I wandered over to Potsdamer Platz, about a half hour walk. This is the technological, modern center of Berlin. I don’t know if it’s quite the downtown, but it sure seems like it is. I did a nice walk around the square and then settled down at a little Bavarian restaurant for food. Radler and bratwurst with sauerkraut and mashed potatoes, an excellent decision. I didn’t exactly intend to stay for more than that, but there was a table across from me consisting of Texans that were just too funny to listen to, so I stayed. Nothing quite like Americans complaining about the fact that water/soda isn’t automatically served with ice. Really, I enjoy these little cultural differences; they’re what make people-watching (one of my favorite activities) so much fun. So I drank another radler and watched them, and after the whole affair I introduced myself. Turns out that one of the guys (supposedly) was the guy that did all the lighting stuff in the Invesco field in Denver. Who knows how accurate that is, but hey I got a free beer just because I spoke English with an American accent.

Potsdamer Platz is an impressive place, and the Sony center is exactly what it sounds like, a huge technological wonderland as a testament to that corporation’s might. That’s where the Blue Man Group seems to be based, I’ve seen them before so I didn’t go to a show, but I might before I leave Berlin. Next up are the shopping malls.

This doesn’t necessarily need a paragraph, but whatever. Imagine the biggest American shopping mall you’ve been to, and then load it up with French and Japanese clothing outlets, and add in tourists speaking languages from all over the world, and then you know what those are like. Also our elderly gambling friend is now down a hundred Euros, and I’m considering buying him a beer to help him cope with that fact.

Through all of this I should really emphasize how much I like public transportation in this city. There are three basic modes; U-Bahn, S-Bahn, and busses. U-Bahn is the subway, S-Bahn is (for you Denverites) the lightrail, and busses are busses. The point being that you can get literally anywhere in this city and the outlying suburbia via one system or other, or a combination, and it’s all extremely simple and cheap to do. A day pass for all three modes of transport costs 9 Euros, and one way passes are 2 Euros a piece. Now you might be thinking “well that’s not really that cheap “but considering how far and how directly you can travel with these systems, it works out pretty well.

Next and final downtown stop for me was the musical instruments museum. I’m such a nerd for music and old instruments… that sort of place are perfect for me. They had an early Stradivari violin on display, along with countless other brands of violins, violas, harpsichords, guitars, pianos, harps… the list goes on. So many instruments from all time periods. Didn’t know that the hurdy-gurdy is an old French peasant instrument, and I bet you didn’t know that either. They also had one of those full-sized old Catholic church organs that I very dearly wanted to play, but likely would have gotten arrested for if I had. The real kicker to this place is that they host concerts of all sorts with musicians from all over the world. All classical, of course, and all in an acoustically perfect concert hall. I had the dumb luck of timing it perfectly, and got to see an Austrian piano prodigy named Mathis Bereuter play Hersant, Beethoven, and Prokofiev live. Beautiful music and he’s no older than I am. Fun little racist moment too from the elderly lady sitting next to me, when after the performance she leaned over and whispered “He’s not German, but at least he’s not the usual Asian type that plays here”.

Anyways! That’s the end of the day. Next up is the part where I’m sitting at a 100 year old bar, drinking a delicious Berliner Pilsner, and still just… watching this guy gamble away. He’s still losing, by the way, for those of you that are cheering for the guy. I know I am I want to see him make it big, damnit!

Until tomorrow!

Bis morgen!

#berlin #potsdamerplatz #altbayern #beer #tourists #music #classical #oldbars

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