#kona airport

[crinkledmap]

The TSA kicked me out of the Kona airport

I've got to record this before I forget all the details. I want to send this incident to my senators and house rep, and we're thinking of retaining a travel lawyers, but I also want to stop thinking about it because it really sucked.

Background: I get the dreaded SSSS 98% of the times that I fly. I've tried the redress route on the DHS website and never heard back. We have no earthly idea what frigging list I'm on or how I got on it. I'm a middle-aged data analyst and mother of 2, from Oregon. In the beginning I was fairly good natured about it. It helped that for a long time the TSA at PDX, where I normally fly out of, were really cool people. But after years of harassment, I'm not really good natured anymore. I don't cause a scene or holler or call names, it's just clear that I'm NOT amused.

Kona Int'l Airport, Big Island, HI

I'm headed through security with my husband, 2 teenage kids (18 & 17) and another couple who are dear friends that traveled with us. I had a camera bag, purse, and shopping bag that went on the conveyor and I went through the body scanner (which I despise for already making me feel like a criminal).

Unsurprisingly, the scanner went off and I got pulled aside. When I fly I always wear really basic clothing, no belts or wire bras, and slip-on shoes, but it doesn't seem to matter. I asked if she (the agent) could tell me why I set off the scanner.

The agent replied, "no, because I don't know. Why don't you just let me do my job."

When they explain what the pat-down entails, they always ask if that's ok. (No?) I always ask if I have a choice. They always say that they can call their manger over. So I declined told her just to get it over with. Afterword, in a slightly snarky way, I asked if she found anything. She stopped and stared at me and made some sort of vague threat that I don't recall, but included the standard Hawaii TSA line of, "the only way off this island is to fly, so..."

After that was done I gathered my things off of the conveyor belt and met the rest of my party on a bench. When I was putting on my shoes, I realized that I was missing the shopping bag. Thinking I'd overlooked it and left it on the conveyor belt, I ran up to the first TSA agent I saw and, clearly agitated because the bag had over $1000 worth of jewelry, explained that I was missing a bag. The agent asked me to describe it then said not to worry because they have it. I replied, "ok, that's great, can I get it back." The TSA agent said something along the lines of me needing to calm down because they have my bag. Again, I ask for it back. Again the agent reassures me that they have it. I can't figure out why the hell I can't get my shopping bag back when he says that they found a "substance" on it and were testing it.

Why did they let me just walk away? Why didn't anyone tell me that they were holding the bag over for testing? I missed picking it up because it wasn't there.

Another agent asks me if I have any more products. I'm confused. I mean the bag is full of all the stuff we bought in the shopping district on the way to the airport. I reply, "Products? In what context?" They ask if I have any more powder. Powder? What are they talking about? Yet another agent accusingly holds up two bags of unopened Kona coffee, that I bought less than an hour before, in Kona. I'm like, "oh yeah, we bought coffee." This whole time it's pretty clear that I'm not ok with any of this. Again, I'm not yelling or cussing or anything, just really really irritated.

The agent says to come over to where they are behind plexiglass because they going to pat me down again.

I say absolutely not, because I've ALREADY been through a full body pat down. She says that I have not. I say that I have and it was that agent ,pointing to the agent who "just wants to do her job". She says that was only a targeted pat down, only in the area that set off the scanner. I say no, it was FULL BODY, thank you very much. Another agent briefly walks over to the agent who did my pat down, comes back, and says,

"I saw that pat down, I saw the whole thing. It didn't count because you were uncooperative."

I was NOT uncooperative. I put my hands and feet where she told me too. I was just pissed about it.

I told the agent that this was ridiculous.

Her and another agent say that that's it, I'm refusing to comply and that I can't fly.

They give me my carry-ons and escort me back out of the TSA area and say that I have to stay there and calm down and then they'll assess if I'm calm enough to be screened. I start texting my traveling companions.

It's pretty clear at this point that they haven't found anything that constitutes an actual threat, it's punitive.

Perhaps 20 minutes go by and a supervisor and one of the other original agents come over. He asks if I know what why I'm out here and if I know what the TSA is for. Reply that I do and I don't. He wants me elaborate on the "don't". I decline. Then he starts lecturing about what they trying to do, etc etc. I ask if I can ask a question. I figure that if I have some 1:1 time with a TSA agent, I'm going to use it to get some frigging answers.

This is really where things go completely off the rails. The highlights:

When I ask why this happens every time I fly, he says BOTH that they do a background check on passengers 72 and 48 hours before the flight, but also that "it's not like we know Nicole is coming. It's not like we make a plan to hassle Nicole because we know she's coming." (Emphasis his.) It really seemed like he was trying to make me sound like a crazy person.

He says that the TSA doesn't like doing pat downs. If he'd known he'd have to do pat downs when he applied for the job, he wouldn't have. (??? Has this brother never effing flown? He's now a supervisor. He could have quit? This makes NO sense to say).

He goes on about how the patch on his arm says that he would never lie. (Uh huh)

He says that he has a family and got into the TSA to make sure the skies were safe for his family and didn't I want safe flights for my family? I say, yes, of course. He snaps back, "no you don't!" (A really weird thing to argue about).

He goes off on how I should be telling HIM how to act, not the other way around. That my generation should be setting the example for his generation and admonishing THEM, not him out here admonishing ME. That I'M OLD ENOUGH TO BE HIS MOTHER. (Son of a bitch was 35 if he was a day, I'M 47!, JACKASS! No, I didn't say that. I was thinking it. Another weird thing to be lecturing me about.)

I asked him if the body scanners were set to indicate a false positive as a pretext for pulling aside SSSS passengers. He again says that "we don't rig up million dollar machines just to harass Nicole. And you pick which machine you go through." Which - doesn't answer my question.

He announces that I'm a conspiracy theorist, am wasting his time with all my questions, and that I'm not safe to fly. He's not going to let me on my flight with my family, but I can rebook for later in the day or the next day. (I'm not actually a conspiracy theorist, but that isn't illegal and it isn't a threat. Also, if I'm such a threat, why am I allowed to fly later, but not now with my family?)

It should be noted that at no point in this conversation did I seem agitated or raise my voice. At that point my goals were to 1) get some answers, 2) get on that plane.

So I gather my stuff and walk to the Alaska airlines desk and explain to the 2 women there what is up. The senior one comes around the desk, hooks her arm in mine and says, "I'll help you get through the TSA." These being were not actual women, they were angels. Unfortunately the same wackadoodle agent and his sidekick meet us at the entrance and they explain to her that I can't take my flight with my family, but I can rebook later in the day or the next day. She tries to get them to pay my expenses for being stuck. They say no (shocking).

We go back to the ticket desk and she starts making calls.

She gets through to the head of TSA in Kona and is told that I am actually BANNED from the airport and cannot fly, period.

She counters that they can't strand a person on the island, and that the agents told her I could rebook.

She is told, "fine", but if one thing goes wrong that I'll be arrested.

She doesn't understand why they won't just let me on the flight with my family if I can take a different flight. That I'm going to be the same person later in the day or tomorrow.

She ended up working well past the time her shift ended to get me on the same flight for the next day. Her and her coworker were both amazing.

Meanwhile, my friends who were now boarding the plane managed to use travel points to get me a room at the Marriott King Kamehameha and get deets on a Lyft. My kids want to literally burn down the airport and have to be talked down off the ceiling by husband and friends.

I'm a very flexible an easy-going (except for the TSA) but I'd lost my resilience about the time the agent was getting me re-checked in for the new flight. I was in tears. I cried while I waited for the Lyft. I cried while riding in the Lyft, I cried while getting checked in to the hotel (the receptionist, "Ooh, yeah, we don't need your phone number and all that, lets just get you checked in. Would you like a tissue?"). I had to compose myself to get dinner and ask the front desk for a toothbrush, toothpaste, a shaver and shaving cream, because while I stayed in Kona, my luggage went to Portland. I cried on and off all night.

The next day I had dinner at the overpriced buffet and ran errands. I had the settings on the jewelry we bought checked and cleaned, and I asked the people in the coffee shop if they would ship the coffee so there would be one less thing to cause problems. I went to the airport early, just in case, and I didn't even get stopped for a pat down. Sailed right through. (I did the the more junior Alaska rep tho, and she gave me a big hug and told me that she wanted to see me again, just not that day. Then when walking up the gang plank to the plane, she was coming down and we gave each other another big hug and she said she was glad I made it.

Epilogue

It's taken about 4 days to write this up because I have to do it in sprints. It's just too traumatic to relive for log periods of time. The week after I returned, I slept a lot and hardly worked.

Everyone says "get TSA precheck." 1) that doesn't save you from the SSSS code, 2) does anyone really think I'm going to get precheck after all of that? However, I do have a friend. One of those friends who is really successful AND really gregarious and knows EVERYONE. I told him the short version of my story and he said that he knows people at both of the agencies that have "lists" and they can help get me through the process of getting off of any lists.

[mapsoffun]

We left the Hilton before dawn to head to the Kona airport, and we were treated to a beautiful rainbow, our first on the trip, as we traveled down HI-19. 

The sun was fully up and blazing by the time we arrived at the airport, and I was glad that we gave ourselves enough time to get to the airport so we could walk around a little. While it’s not big, the terminal where the Southwest flights leave from is definitely more deserted in the morning and I had resigned myself to not getting a meal before we boarded the aircraft. Fortunately, walking over to the other terminal was extremely straightforward, and we were able to enjoy a nice little breakfast of a bacon-egg-cheese sandwich and one last Kua Bay IPA. The restaurant was one of the few places that was fully-enclosed in the airport, and it was one of the more pleasant airport restaurant experiences I’ve ever had as it was incredibly low stakes and then we were able to walk back over to our terminal, get our bags scanned (though I was bummed there were no stickers like you get in Puerto Rico), and get on the plane. 

This was definitely a singular and memorable experience; I’m so grateful to have been able to experience it, and it was an amazing way to kick off 2024 travel.

[calocera]

what if i tried to find the exact villa jojolands is currently taking place in

[pray4saint]

how it was on your honeymoon with the dream team

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. gn!reader, fem!reader & afab!reader. dreamwastaken, sapnap, and georgenotfound. smut. established relationships.

a/n. the sfw version can be found here

dream - gn!reader, praise, fluffy smut, dream being obsessed with knowing you're married

”ugh, i forgot how hot it is here and how often my ears pop on the drive up from the airport.” you groaned, falling back on the bed in your b&b. clay chuckled, leaning over you. for awhile he didn't say anything, just watching you like he was completely out of it. you sit up, pushing on his chest so you don't bonk heads. ”you alright clay?” you stare at him, putting your hands on his stomach. you boyfriend– no, your husband smiled down at you, pushing a strand of hair from your face. ”m'just admiring my spouse.” his tone, and his smile, and his eyes, it made your stomach flip. sometimes it amazed you how even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

you returned a smile back to him before standing up and stretching out your arms. clay's arms linked around your middle and he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone. the feeling of his lips on your collarbone makes you laugh a little bit. ”you seem extra clingy today baby. did the flight tire you out?” your hands land on his shoulders and clay shakes his head no. ”is it so wrong to want to want to be close to and appreciate my forever person?” there's clear sarcasm and playfulness in his voice but there's something else in the way he finishes the question that you can't quite identify. ”i suppose not.” in response to your words, his hands wander down to the back of your thighs, gentle pinches pulled at them before you understand and jump up, letting him lift you from your thighs. with your legs wrapped around clay's middle, it really gives him the choice of where he wants to go with you. since the two of you had already eaten and really, there wasn't much else to do, except oh right, it's your first night as a married couple.

walking with you clutched onto him, at first he heads to the back porch, watching the sun begin to set to which you turn to watch it with him. the moment was sweet but it didn't last long simply because on kona the sun sets fast. ”well now what?” you ask, starting to feel a little like your husband should put you down. it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's quick to spin on his heels and walk back inside, letting you slide the door shut. ”well, my love, i've got a few ideas of what we could do.” he grins and it's quite obvious what he means, and yet still you take a second to register it in your mind, but once you do clay has already laid you back on the bed.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

you'd had had sex with clay plenty of times but still, this was different, it was how he kissed at your shoulders and ear lobes while he pressed himself into you, how vocal he was in letting you know how good he felt with you wrapped around him, how his pupils almost appeared to you as hearts. it all made you realise just how in love the two of you were, and how in sync you two were; physically and emotionally.

”i love you so much baby,” he huffed out, and you moaned at the mix of his words and actions, your fingers digging into his shoulders. you'd gotten so close to drawing blood from his skin it made him moan out your name, whispering praises against your shoulder. ”you're so perfect m'love.” the words sent shocks to your lower area, pushing you closer to the edge. ”clay please-” your husband cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, ”you don't need to ask tonight baby,” he pauses to let out some more of those pretty groans you so love to hear, ”don't gotta ask your husband t'night.” you could feel how even his own mention of being your husband turned him on, his cock twitching inside you. ”i- fuck i love you babe.” you muttered out, feeling the small drop of blood from his shoulders around the pads of your fingers.

this slight pain only seemed to encourage him to rut into you faster, making you cross your legs over his middle, drawing him closer and binding your arms around his neck tight. he loved knowing the affect he had on you, your hole clenching around his cock, signalling how close you were.

clay was either really loud or really close to your ear, because all you heard was his breathing, his grunting n' groaning, his gorgeous moans. ”clay i'm gettin' so close.”

”you gonna cum for me hon'?” you nodded rapidly, pulling ever him closer to you as you came. he didn't miss a beat in telling you between ragged breaths, ”right behind you honey, m'gonna cum.”

sapnap - fem!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), mentioned creampie/cumming inside, breeding kink if you squint, reader absolutely jumping his bones

the first two weeks of being married, you and your husband didn't have sex. mainly this was because you spent the first two weeks around his family, in their home, and waiting so long to fuck your husband was starting to take its full effect. you'd touch yourself in the shower, or subconsciously hold sapnap's hand closer to your crotch while you were holding hands under the dinner table, and he noticed but he didn't do anything. it wasn't until you left his family in texas and off for three weeks in greece that you'd get any type of real relief.

your husband closed the door to the hotel room, letting out a heavy sigh before doing a quick head count of your bags. it took everything in you not to jump his bones right then and there, but you knew he was tired and hungry and probably wanted to shower, so you waited.

see, waiting wasn't so bad when you knew you'd get what you wanted once you got back to the hotel room.

”you know we can skip dinner darl'?” your husband offered the question and you shook your head no immediately, you needed him to have his energy or you were sure you wouldn't survive another day. ”no we can't, you need to eat.” still, your voice was sweet as ever, looking out for him like you always did.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

”y/n i'm sorry we hav-” as soon as the door was shut you interrupted him, pressing a passion-filled kiss to sapnap's lips. you'd barely had time to close the door before you were jumping his bones, closing your arms and legs around him, hand tangled in his hair as your lips moved in sync. quickly, his hands reached around to the backs of your thighs, squeezing and he walked backwards to the bed.

sapnap gripped harder on your legs, spinning around to lie you back on the bed, crawling over you to cage you in. your husband pulled his lips from yours, pressing sweet, gentle along your neck. ”fuck sap– baby i need you. need you so bad.” you whine, hands falling from his head to his shoulders. ”i know princess i know. i'm sorry.” he remained slow with his kisses. ”sap, my love?” he looked up at you, eyes wide with interest. ”i love you and i appreciate your gentle touch but what i really need is for you to fuck me.” your words were clear and concise, your cheeks were pink and your eyes screamed at him to have his way with you. ”please sap, fuck me. please.” and he understood.

in a matter of what felt like two seconds, your husband had discarded both his clothes and yours, and after a minute of debating whether or not a condom was needed, pressed into your cunt, making you squeal at the intrusion. ”oh sweetheart... shit, y'so tight.” your legs tugged his middle closer to you and his head dipped down to your ear, groaning against your skin.

his pace started brutal, quick, hard, and his moans only turned you on further. ”shit, sap.” you struggled to get the words out between the beat of his skin pressing against yours. ”y'so perfect baby. y'know that?” his question was met with strewn out, broken moans, your arms squeezing his neck impossibly closer to you, and your pussy clenching down on his cock.

sapnap's hands laid on either side of your head as he fucked into you, grunting and groaning only getting louder.

”gettin' s-soo close baby, can i cum inside?..” you moaned against his neck at his sentence, the sudden question sparking the pool in your stomach to grow. you hummed against his skin, pulling at the skin of his shoulders. ”fuck– i love you so much..” he whispered the words, they were only for you, his wife. of course if you'd asked it of him, he'd scream it for you.

george - really short blurb, afab!reader, gentle riding, praise, slight dom!reader if you squint, domestic laughing during sex, cumming inside, self overstim (bc george wants so badly to make you cum)

the flights were long and had both you and george tired out. and when i say tired, i mean exhausted. neither of you wanted to go out and eat, shower, unpack, anything. then your phone went off, you turned it over to see notifications from your best friend.

ur bsf: how was ur flight?? ur bsf: respond whore ur bsf: mf are you guys are already banging holy shit

you laugh and turn your phone over to george and he smiles, a glint of recognition in his eyes. ”what?” you laugh almost nervously, you're both tired but you're not that tired.

”c'mere lovey.”

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

your hips ground against your husband's, his thumb flicking over clit while his other hand keeps a firm grip on your hip, provoking emphatic moans out of both of you.

your hands rest against his chest, his hand guiding you along his cock. ”you look so good my love,” he lets out a particularly loud groan as you press back down on him. ”so good on my cock like this.” the praise makes your cunt hug against his cock, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip.

”god georgie.. you look, so fucking pretty under me..” your words pull him closer to his release. he begins to vault his hips up into you and you gasp, although the sound dies as he bucks up again, over and over. ”shit,” you both half-laugh at how you both mumble the word out in unison. you let yourself fall forward, hands grasping at his hair while his thumb moves faster over your clit. as much as he tries to catch his breath, he just can't. he can't stop how his hips move against you or how the grip his hand has on your waist will definitely leave marks or the speed at which he circles your clit. ”if i didn't know any better,” you start and he huffs, breaking your sentence with another piston up from his body, making you mewl his name, ”i'd say you were getting,” you sigh out quick, your breath fanning hot against his neck and his ear. ”gettin' close, huh georgie?” he responds with a simple hum, 'mhm', before he continues his pace fucking up into your cunt.

”m'cummin'..” it's the one warning you get before george's hips stop and both of his hands pull you down, his seed flushing out of his cock and into your pussy. the feeling of being so full induces loud noises from your mouth and your pussy pulsates around him as he rides out his high.

of course, you assume you're done and lie down on his chest, but all of a sudden it seems as if george has the stamina and energy of an animal because he moves his hands up to your waist and turns over to put you under him. ”huh?”

george's accent is thick with his next sentences. ”what? you didn't think i was gonna leave you unfinished did you?” as you open your mouth to speak he starts his pushing himself against your walls again, lewd noises pulled from both your mouth and your desperate cunt.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[writingreadinglurkingandsmirking]

If There's Bleach In The Hallways (I Can Start Over) - reality tv star!Rafe Cameron x Reader

I Feel You Underneath My Tongue (Next To Every Word That I Should Have Said): Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Topper gets a distraught you home from your disastrous Hawaiian vacation where you proceed to crumble. You’re, understandably, upset and made even more so when about a week later, Rafe shows up at your place. And as much as you didn’t want to at first? There was too much history there. You had to let him in. And you had to hear him out.

CW/TWs: angst, female reader implied, cursing, toxic relationships afoot, implied previous physical violence, verbal harassment/abuse, implied sexual harassment, not the most edited/reviewed (read: at all)

Words: 5.7k+

Note: God help me I just needed this to be done so apologies that if it's not good I simply needed this out of my draftsssss Rounding out this little thing with pretty boy blondie Drew again. Anywayssssss here’s the second part as promised besties.

You’d hardly been aware of your actions when you’d left Oahu. You’d hardly left the stupid resort Are You The One? was filming at when you’d taken your phone out and found the only familiar contact that felt reliable anymore. Topper’s, of course. You wouldn’t say that you’d won him in your break up with Rafe, exactly. But he was one of your only mutual friends who didn’t for a moment question why you’d initially broken up with him. He’d been the one to console you, understanding that no matter how much you loved him—and dear God, you fucking loved him—you couldn’t be with him anymore. Couldn’t enable his bullshit. It hurt too much...you and Rafe both. Way too fucking much. Even through the haze over your thoughts, you’d recognized that as Topper answered the phone when you called, he wasn’t surprised.

“Top,” you said, voice strangely flat and devoid of emotion.

“What’s up?” he asked, immediately worried based on the sound of your voice. You didn’t answer for a moment, swept up in thought and your throat closing against the threat of you crying. He said your name and you snapped out of it, blinking rapidly. “You okay?”

“No,” you said honestly, gripping your bag in hand at your side tighter. “I’m coming to Kona.”

“You just got there like yesterday,” Topper said hesitantly, clearly anticipating that something bad had happened.

“Yeah. And you were right. I shouldn’t have come in the first place,” you muttered. Topper began to ask but you immediately, curtly, cut him off. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m catching the first flight over. I don’t even care how much it costs I need to get the fuck out of here.” You drew in a haggard breath. “I really can’t do this anymore, Top.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he hurried to say. “Don’t freak out. I got you. Did you book a flight?”

“Not yet,” you replied dully.

“Okay. I’ll look at them right now,” he said. You heard the sound quality of the phone shifted as he put you on speaker. He was silent for about a minute before speaking again. “Okay. There’s a flight leaving in two hours from Oahu to Kona. Can you get to the airport quick? I’ll book the ticket for you.”

“Yeah,” you replied, voice hoarse and cracking. You sniffled, suddenly flooded with emotion. “I…thanks, Top.” He said your name softly, sadly and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Please…don’t. Not…not now. Please?”

Topper sighed, sounding far more tired than you would’ve preferred. “Okay,” he agreed. “We’ll talk about it later. Just get to the airport. I’m not going to book you a second one if you’re fucking around.”

The attempt to make you laugh failed. Miserably. “Thank you, Top,” you said a final time before hanging up.

You took a few shallow breaths in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, but at the end of the day, it didn’t do much to calm your frazzled nerves. So, instead, you used the keyed up—if erratic—energy to focus on getting to the airport as fast as you could humanly do so. Even safety went out the window. In your haze and desire to be left alone in the meantime, and to avoid being on your phone and risk your own weakness letting you go and look at old pictures of you and Rafe, you didn’t let yourself take your phone from your pocket once you’d shoved it in there. So, instead of doing the logical thing like calling a taxi…taking a bus…literally anything normal? You decided to hitchhike your way there.

Miracle of miracles, you made it to the airport untouched and uninjured by all accounts. With your bag in hand, you shuffled through the airport. You checked in and printed a ticket so you wouldn’t have to turn your phone on. You went through security without even being conscious of your movements. You shuffled to your gate and sat, staring blankly with the extra ten minutes you had before boarding. After you were in your seat, still you didn’t seem to fully fathom what was going on…where you were, even.

When the plane took off, it was like you snapped back into your body.

You wished you hadn’t.

It turned out that trying not to cry on a plane was a lot harder when you were being hit with a torrent of emotions that threatened to sweep you entirely away. And, you also were fairly confident that there was nothing in this world that would be worse…would be more humiliating than sobbing in a plane with some fucking stranger next to you. And the guy next to you, dressed in a crisp business suit, severe look on his face, was already eyeing you as if you were a fucking bomb set to go off. So, the flight was terrible…but hey, you’d expected almost nothing less.

When the plane touched down in Kona, you were ready to scream from relief. You got off as quickly as you could and stood waiting for your baggage, your emotions all over the place and nowhere at all again. You jumped when you felt someone touch your shoulder and whipped around. Unsurprisingly, it was Topper standing behind you with a worried look on his face. Your heart skipped a beat and you frowned back at him before folding yourself into his arms in a tight hug.

“Hey, come on,” Topper said, hugging you back tightly, rubbing your back soothingly. “Let’s get your bag and get to the hotel, okay?”

Angel that he was, Topper grabbed your bag for you as it came around on the belt and then guided you to his rental car. He didn’t badger you as he drove to the hotel or even on the way up to his suite. He managed to keep it together until you reached the room. You didn’t offer a word as you got in the room, instead going directly into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. You took a long, almost scalding hot shower, and stayed as long as you could justify. But, you knew you couldn’t stall any longer.

“You gonna talk to me now?” Topper asked calmly when you finally exited the bathroom.

“I don’t…know what to say,” you replied blankly.

“How about you start with what happened,” he suggested. “I’ve…never seen you like this.”

You were silent for a few moments. You tried to think of what exactly you should say. “You…you were right. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have come,” you managed to say. What you’d seen, what you’d heard all ricocheted through your head like a stray bullet and lodged itself in your heart again. You let out a shaky sigh. “It was a fucking terrible idea, Top.”

“What happened?” Topper asked. He moved in front of you, kneeling down. He grabbed your hands and waited until you looked up at him. “It’s me.” He said your name when you looked away to draw your eyes back to him. “Just talk to me. What did he…what happened?” He was cut off for a moment by the buzzing of his phone. He took it out reflexively and looked down. His brow furrowed immediately. “Why did Rafe text me and tell me your dad is there now?” His eyes locked on yours again, his gaze sharper…more concerned now. “Tell me.”

You sighed and briefly closed your eyes at the news. You were glad that Rafe wasn’t alone; that was good news. You still didn’t want to think about…any of this mess. At all. But, you gave Topper a brief synopsis of the mess that had played out. Of Thalia’s psychotic ass. Her hitting Rafe. Rafe being so…downtrodden. You being a mistake, according to Rafe. By the time you were done speaking, Topper looked quite like he was sucking on a rancid lemon.

“Fucking Christ that idiot can never make things easy for himself can he,” Topper muttered. He moved from kneeling in front of you to sit next to you. “That’s fucked. So fucked. I’m sorry.” You shrugged, not letting yourself look over at him. Topper gently nudged your shoulder and said your name softly.

You closed your eyes again and shook your head. “Please don’t,” you said, voice wobbling.

Again, Topper said your name, imploring now. “Come here.”

Despite everything inside you being stubborn, you cracked. You turned into Topper and started sobbing.  You sunk into his embrace embarrassingly quickly as you cried, holding onto him like he was your last lifeline in the world; right now he kind of was.

“I can’t believe…” you sobbed, unable to breathe properly, “and he was…”

“I know,” Topper said, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. And he did. You weren’t speaking any coherent thoughts and still it was blindly obvious what was going on—what you were thinking. “I got you.”

And he did. He held you as you sobbed yourself to sleep. He stayed with you as you walked in an emotionless haze through the whole of the following day. He sat by your side in the airport when you were going to be flying home the day after that, monitoring your face for any sign that you were going to break down. He wanted to be there for you. You loved him for it. You…you should’ve loved him more for it. But, you were starting to get to a point of wanting to lash out. It was irrational and it made you hate yourself but you needed to be by yourself for a moment. You needed to lick your wounds and deal with your torched pride. Graciously, you were torn from the reality of Topper’s intense concern by your phone ringing. Less wonderfully, it was your father calling.

“Dad,” you greeted blankly.

“I took care of it,” he said without preamble. “Everything’s being handled. Rafe’s going to be…fine. On the entertainment side, at least.”

“That’s good,” you replied, the words hollow. You stared at the door of your gate, itching for it to open already.

“Rafe’s doing okay otherwise too. I just put him up in a room with me so I could keep an eye on him. He’s been a little out of it, a little quiet. Nothing too bad though,” he explained, unprompted. You bit back the urge to point out that it was probably because he was in the room with your father and not because Rafe was actually okay.

“Oh that’s good,” you repeated. Your dad sighed and then your name slipped from his lips. Immediately you knew you were going to get a pseudo lecture; you tried to stop it. “Dad, just leave it. Please.”

“Listen, honey,” he said softly, ignoring your request. “I just…I need you to know this, okay?” He took your steely silence as a go-ahead to keep speaking. “You don’t understand why he was there, sweetheart. It’s not what you think. He didn’t…he shouldn’t have been. And he didn’t want to be.”

“But he was,” you interrupted, your voice showing emotion for the first time in the conversation.

“And I watched the footage,” your dad rebuked. “I know what was actually going on. I know what was actually said. I combed through hours of footage—any time the camera was on him, confessionals, the house and everything. I read the interviews that went into casting. All of it. I know everything that went on. And, honey, I’m telling you this as your dad. You should hear Rafe out. It isn’t what you think it was. And I know you love him. I know you want to hear him out. Don’t you think you should at least give him the chance to explain without you putting words he never said into his mouth?”

You were saved from having to reply to your father by the gate agent calling for your group to start boarding. “I have to go. My plane is boarding,” you stated curtly before hanging up the phone. You glanced over at Topper who was looking at you with a forcibly uninterested face. You rolled your eyes, cracking a half-smile for the first time in days. You pushed his shoulder weakly before standing up. “Don’t look at me like that, loser.”

“Not looking at you like anything,” Topper lied—poorly, you’d like to add—before rising to his feet as well. “Come on. Let’s get home.”

“Please,” you muttered, following dutifully behind him as you got in line to board.

Despite the brief pockets of joy that you were able to extract on your flight home, when you landed, you were back in this place of despondence and misery. You made your way home in a cab, refusing Topper’s offer for a ride. And when you got home you turned off your phone entirely and laid in your bed in a cocoon of pathetic misery that made you hate yourself all the more. It felt like you were mourning your relationship with Rafe. Just now. After months of not being together. This…this felt final in a strange sort of way. A way that made you sad. It went on for days, you only leaving your bed to do the bare minimum to keep yourself going. Your entire apartment became a den of sadness that you didn’t know when you’d be able to peel yourself out of it.

Often, your mind oscillated between missing Rafe and hating Rafe. Mourning your love for him and longing for it. It was disorienting and infuriating. It felt like it’d never fucking end. You barely were conscious of the fact that people would be concerned that you weren’t answering your phone at all—it didn’t even cross your mind, in truth. You didn’t care. All you could think of was the resigned look on Rafe’s face, the quiet acceptance, when he’d been hit. It wasn’t surprise. It was just…tolerance. It burned you. And if you bitterly contrasted that to the smiles he’d had with you…even when you weren’t together…it made you feel sick.

Reality came knocking again though.

Literally.

When you’d been home and steadfastly ignoring absolutely everything for about a week, there was a knock at your door. As if your brain suddenly registered how long it had been since you’d spoken to…well, anyone…you winced and stood from your couch where you’d settled a few hours earlier. You were certain it was Topper at the door ready to chew you out for scaring him by not answering. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you probably deserved it too. You sighed as you moved to open the door, resigned to being scolded.

“Listen, Top,” you began as soon as you started opening the door.

You immediately fell silent.

That…was not Topper.

That was Rafe.

You were stunned to see him. Far more than you cared to admit it. You glanced him over, feeling a little bit like a computer being forced to reboot. His bleached hair—which had looked annoyingly good on him, even though you hated seeing it—had been cut. Now, with his hair shorter, it looked like he had the frosted tips he’d always made fun of Topper for having when your friend had rocked the look. A stupid detail to focus on by all accounts. But, if you were looking at his hair instead of his face…you might be able to keep it together.

Your name falling from Rafe’s lips was what brought you out of your state. “Can I come in?” he asked, voice strangely gentle.

“I…” you trailed off. You didn’t know how to finish it. I want you to come in and never leave? I don’t think that’s a good idea? I want you to leave? I never want to see you again? No. None of that. So instead you shook your head to clear it. “Umm…sure.” You stepped to the side and let him in, shutting the door behind him. You went back to your spot on the couch and sat, looking at him warily. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe shrugged, not looking at you. He stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot in a way that was so unlike him it was jarring. “Topper said you haven’t been answering him,” Rafe explained. “Some, uh, some of your friends called me too. Said you haven’t been answering them either.”

“Phone’s been off,” you replied, shrugging in turn. “Been tired, don’t feel like dealing with everyone else right now.” You gave him a flat look. “Again, why are you here, Rafe?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said, sounding almost apologetic for it.

You blew out a breath and closed your eyes. You leaned your head back against your couch and resisted the bitter urge to laugh. “Here we go,” you muttered. You raised your head and looked at him. “We’re really gonna do this again?” You shook your head. “Rafe I’m tired. Of this. There…what conversation are we going to have that’ll fix anything? Oh yeah. None.”

He bit his lip and shifted, uncomfortable. He looked terrified and it made you feel on edge yourself. “I know. I know…I know you feel that way. But…I…please?” he said. He gave you an imploring look and said your name pointedly. “Please hear me out. This…this whole thing? It isn’t what you think.”

You let out an ugly snort, unable to stop yourself from glaring at him. “Oh, then by all means. Sure. Go ahead and try to sell me on another story, Cameron. This oughta be good, right?” you posed, acidic in presentation. He flinched at the words—the tone—but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for it. You shifted. “And can you sit down for fuck’s sake if you’re gonna tell me some story? You’re making me nervous just standing there.”

Rafe nodded jerkily and immediately sat on the chair next to the couch. His eyes were focused intently on you. “I never wanted this to happen. Any of it. I wanted…I wanted to get better. For…you at first. But…then for me. But that…it didn’t matter at first…when we…when we first broke up,” he began. You didn’t bother reacting, simply raising a brow to prompt him to keep speaking. “In the time that we, uh, weren’t talking after we broke up? When I…when I went on the bender we talked about?” Your nose scrunched up, remembering well the time period that very nearly killed him. “That was when I decided to get clean. When I went to my first meeting. I realized that, uh, not remembering most nights was actually…actually, uh, kind of scary. It wasn’t…helping anymore.”

“Real big of you to realize,” you muttered, shaking your head. You folded your hands tightly in front of you and looked at him. “Look, Rafe, what does this even—”

“Please just let me get through this,” he said, openly sounding like he was begging. “When I was on the bender…I guess I applied to be a contestant. I don’t…remember it. They…I…I only saw my audition tape because of your dad. And I…I was so messed up. Everything on the applications and in the tape were incoherent. I…I don’t know how…” He trailed off, swallowing hard and shook his head. “I didn’t remember applying for the stupid show.” He said your name once more, softer, begging you to hear him and believe him. “I…you know I just wanted you again.”

“I don’t know anything,” you denied, voice cool. “Don’t bring me into this Rafe.”

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck nervously. “They called me and said that I’ve been selected. You…I don’t know. It was going to be a lot of fucking money to get out of it. Money I don’t have. Money that my dad wasn’t gonna front me. I…I needed to go. It was the only way. It…it felt like the only way. I…should’ve just talked to your dad first. There were about fifty clauses that could’ve gotten me out of it.” He shook his head and let out a laugh. “But I went. And…the second I got there I knew how big of a fucking mistake it was.”

His face went sour and he stopped speaking for a moment. His eyes were locked on the coffee table between you two. He wasn’t speaking. Wasn’t blinking. Didn’t look like he was breathing. It went on for a few seconds too long and you shifted.

“Rafe,” you prompted quietly, narrowly resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

He cleared his throat, snapping out of it. “The second I met…Thalia…I knew she had to be the one for me on the show. The way that she was from the beginning? The…the type of person she was? It was the exact type of person I knew I deserved. And I…it made sense why we’d be a match to the producers. I was…a mess, obviously. But…when you left…as…as you should have…I’m…I’m not discounting that,” he emphasized, “it just changed something. I didn’t think I deserved as good as I got from you. Didn’t think that I deserved anything good. So, when she was awful to me…to anyone in the house? I knew she had to be for me. Because who the fuck else would deserve that?”

You stiffened at his words, looking incredulously at him. “No one!” you interrupted. “Why would you think that way? You…you didn’t…you were not a match the producers are fucking idiots who care about making a show that sells, not about the contestants!”

“I know,” Rafe said quietly. “Doesn’t mean that I deserve good things in life. Because I have been…repeatedly and constantly fucking horrible. I’m…I’m not blind to that. I…there’s a reason people don’t want to help me or give me credit for good things. It’s because I have so much shit to make up for. The tiny slivers of good I do don’t cancel out the heaps of bad I’ve done. I know that. I…I do.”

“What the hell are you saying?” you demanded. “Really! I’m fucking lost here, Rafe! You…you are a fucking idiot, man. All I have ever done is love you and try to get you to let me love you. Literally constantly. Since we were kids Rafe! All I have done is try to make you see that you do deserve credit—that you do deserve help.”

Rafe closed his eyes. “I know you have,” he agreed. “But…that doesn’t make it…right. If I deserved better, don’t you think I’d get it? But you? You? You deserve someone who takes care of you and who loves you. Someone who can stand by your side and be proud and unflinching. Someone who doesn’t care about what other people think.” He let out a laugh—it didn’t sound very amused. “Someone who will actually defend you.” He looked seriously at you. “I couldn’t even step in and say anything when Thalia was bad mouthing you. And you think I’m gonna believe I deserve someone as good as you? Yeah, no. I’m too much of a fucking coward. I never went against her. I deserved to be paraded around that stupid fucking villa by her and…”

He trailed off and you felt sick for a moment. You’d seen the show. It wasn’t hard to guess where she’d dragged Rafe off to or anything of that nature. You clenched and unclenched your jaw, trying to force yourself to relax.

“Tell me something, though, Rafe. Did you…want to be dragged around by her? Did you want anything you…did with her? Just…be honest.” His face scrunched up. “It’s not a trick question. I’m not trying to make you feel bad.” He shook his head. “And how often did she tear into you for no reason? How many times? And…and for that matter, how many times did she put her hands on you and hit you—hurt you?” You gesticulated wildly, trying to help convey your point, but really just helping alleviate some of your frustration. “You didn’t deserve to be paraded around and used. And of course you didn’t go against her!”

“I hurt you,” Rafe said, his tone severe, his eyes dark as he thought of it.

“Dear God,” you groaned. “Yeah, you did fucking hurt me Rafe. Guess what? Normal fucking Tuesday for us when we’re not together, isn’t it? We always manage to fuck up and hurt each other. But guess what, Rafe? You were in an impossible situation. I get that. I know that, even though you apparently don’t.”

“Doesn’t make it okay,” he argued. “I don’t…you shouldn’t forgive me for that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty sure I’m the one who gets to decide that,” you shot back. You sighed and gave him an imploring look of your own. “Rafe…why would I ever hold it against you? Especially when I know you were trying not to get hit? I’m begging you, for once in your life, use the brain in your pretty little head and think. Why would I ever blame you for that?”

He didn’t look sold. “I don’t know, because I hurt you,” he said as if that were the only thing that mattered in the world. “Because I didn’t prioritize your feelings like I should have.”

So, you changed tactics.

“What would you…” you trailed off. “How would you feel if it were me, Rafe?”

The look on Rafe’s face immediately hardened. “Well, I would have killed him,” he said, voice harsh. “No one’s putting a hand on you.” You nodded, cocking your head to the side. His angry face cracked and he sighed, slumping back into the chair. “I wouldn’t hold it against you. I’d just be…I’d just be worried.”

“Yeah, exactly,” you said softly, looking at him, eyes soft and sad. “Now you know how I feel.” Slowly, you scooted down the couch until you were next to him. You reached out and gently grabbed his hand. He looked at it and then up at you, startled. “Listen to me, okay?” He kept looking at you, attention raptly on you. “I love you, Rafe. I love you so much. I always will. The…nothing about this experience was good for you.” He went to add something but you cut him off. “Or me. But that doesn’t matter—not when you’re the one in the most pain here. And no matter what? It doesn’t change that I love you.”

You watched as tears rose in his eyes. He immediately retracted his hand from your hold and leaned away, his head on the back of the chair. He closed his eyes as if trying to stop the tears, but it didn’t work. You saw the tears sliding down his face even with his eyes closed. He let out a small sob and you felt tears rise in your own eyes—impressive when you’d thought you’d run out of tears for the week. Moving slowly, you reached out again and grabbed both of his hands, holding them and giving a reassuring squeeze. He raised his head after a moment and opened his eyes.

He was sad—so sad.

He was in pain—so much pain.

“I…I don’t think that I…don’t think I could’ve stopped it without you,” he admitted, voice shaky.

You frowned. “I don’t think you would’ve, no,” you agreed, hating it even as the words fell out. “You’re too convinced you deserve that. But you don’t. You deserve love. Real love.”

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes again, squeezing your hands. “Thanks for calling your dad,” he said lamely after a moment.

“I hope he tears them several new fucking assholes,” you replied back quietly. Without much thought behind it, you raised your joined hands up to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to his hands. You heard his breath hitch and your brain caught up with the action. You immediately released him, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry. Habit. That was…sorry.”

Slowly himself this time, Rafe reached out and took your hands again, squeezing them. “It’s okay,” he assured you. You squeezed his hands back and offered a small smile. “I am sorry. So sorry. I just…you deserved…you deserve so much better.”

“It’s not…not your fault, Rafe,” you said, at a loss for anything else to say. The words were only partially true and you both knew it.

“I’m still sober, by the way,” Rafe blurted out, seemingly out of nowhere. You furrowed your brow and his face flushed. “I mean…I refused to drink anything or take anything. They…they tried to make me but I refused.” His face was grim and drawn, clearly remembering something. And you had no doubt that those conversations had been awful—even with his stubborn nature, you could only imagine what production crew and cast mates had said to try to get him to drink.

You squeezed your still joined hands and shuffled a little bit closer. You already felt terrible for having thrown that in his face when you were pissed—now you just felt worse. “I’m proud of you,” you said, nodding encouragingly at him. “That’s amazing. I can’t…imagine how hard that was. I know it had to be terrible.”

He gave you a shaky smile and then looked down, the look disappearing. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” he said, eyes locked on his lap. “It all…it all happened so fast. Before I knew what was going on really…I was already on a plane to Hawaii. They took our phones the second we got there. I just…I’m sorry. For all of it.”

“Rafe, I don’t blame you for that part at all. I…I wish you would’ve told me…but, I get it. That…they isolate you. I just…I get it,” you said, unable to form your own coherent thoughts as you absorbed that. You had figured it was something like that, but the confirmation just made your irritation spike.

“Do you…” he began, the words seeming to get stuck on his tongue. “Do you think you can forgive me?”

You looked at him, mystified. “What?” you asked.

He looked up at you again, his eyes wide and fearful. “I know it was terrible and I shouldn’t have asked. I’ve done so much to—” he started rambling.

You cut him off by putting your hand gently over his mouth. A habit you’d long since picked up for when he was talking too damn much or running his mouth like an idiot. And he returned with the habit he’d long since picked up of licking your hand to get it away from him. Unlike your usual response to that though, you didn’t move your hand this time.

“After you have undergone…all of that bullshit on that fucking show…of which I know almost nothing and I still know it was bad…after all that…me forgiving you is what you’re worried about?” you asked incredulously.

You moved your hand at that point and watched his cheeks pink at that question. “Yeah,” he admitted easily enough.

“You…Rafe…I need you to get into fucking therapy,” you said, shaking your head. “Why the hell would I be mad at you for getting taken advantage of? Sober you wasn’t the one who applied. It was fifty thousand dollars on the line that you didn’t have. You were being…abused. Why the hell would I be mad at you? What am I supposed to forgive you for? Being an idiot when you’re drunk or high? Well then sure, baby, that’s forgiven as long as you stop doing it.”

“But—”

“No,” you emphasized. “Rafe, I need you to listen to me. Again, I love you. More than anything. I need you to go to therapy. I need you to take it seriously. I need you to get better. Seeing you hurt like this? Seeing you hurt yourself, let others hurt you…thinking you deserve it? I can’t do that. Baby, I need you to understand that you are, independent of everything, worthy of love and affection. Just as you are now. No changes. And I need you to get that I already do love you. Your friends love you. Hell, my friends still love you after all this shit. The whole damn thing. I need you to know that. You are not alone, you should never be or feel alone. You deserve good things. You deserve us all in your life.”

This time, Rafe’s the one to pull his hands away from you. You see his eyes well up again and notice that his chest was moving erratically. He looked away from you, sniffling and your heart shattered. You moved to the edge of the couch, leaning over into his space slowly, giving him ample time to tell you to fuck off or to move himself. He didn’t.

“Baby,” you implored softly, hand on his knee delicately. He let out a shuddering breath and then you moved closer still and wrapped your arms around him. He froze for a moment, but melted into your embrace, going as far as pulling you fully onto him so he could hug you tighter. You responded in kind by wrapping your arms tightly around him. “I got you.”

“I’m so—”

“Stop apologizing,” you urged. “I don’t want you to be sorry. Not for me.” You pressed a kiss to his temple. You pushed your hurt aside, knowing that it wasn’t at this moment, the biggest hurdle—you’d get there when you got there. He was more important in this moment. “We’ll get you through this. We’ll get through this, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and let out a sigh, tightening your arms. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

“I love you,” he choked out.

Your heart stuttered in your chest and you forced yourself to keep breathing normally. “I love you too,” you assured him.

You really fucking did—God help you, you did.

[kiloskywalker]

hi kilo! nice ask day ask for you (so very curious about your job I'm so sorry). what's your favourite destination to fly to for work AND what's your favourite non-work travel destination?

Hi @welcometololaland thank you for the nice ass(k)! This is a great question and I have to admit I had to do some thinking about it! But no need to be sorry about your curiosity! I love answering questions about it so whenever the urge strikes you absolutely fire away! I've been to so many places for work and a lot of the cool ones vary whether the layover is good (especially if its like a day or two) or the approach to the airport is super cool or even if the food in the airport terminal is bangin' while I wait. I think my favorite layover is probably either Kahului, Hawaii on the island of Maui or Kona, Hawaii on the island of Hawai'i. Obviously because the weather is so nice and they usually have us on the ground for at least two or three days so I get to go to the beach and relax. Flights to Hawaii are usually hard to get (they usually go to more senior crews) but whenever they come across my schedule I try to bid for those. I think an honorable mention is definitely Chicago O'Hare. Our airline is based in Chicago and we have a massive presence there so I'm flying there quite often. On a nice day, the approach into the airport from over Lake Michigan gives absolutely gorgeous views of downtown Chicago. I've mentioned this in a previous post somewhere, but I am originally from Chicago and grew up there. My family still lives there. But our house was right under the approach path at O'Hare and when I was little, I would always look up at the planes landing and get super excited. Now, I am literally living that dream job that little Kilo always wanted. And there are times when I fly DIRECTLY over where the house I grew up in is and imagine little Kilo getting so excited thinking about that. I'll ask my dad, but sometimes he goes out and tracks my flights and tries to get a picture of me landing or taking off from nearby and share a pic from one of those. Always super cool to see!

There are another couple of really cool honorable mentions I have to say: Mexico City has a really tough approach over the city, San Diego is similarly right in the middle of downtown, New York LaGuardia, Washington DC Reagan National (pro-tip if you're flying into DCA sit on the right side of the plane and you might get a beautiful view of the city and the National Mall when you're landing), Sint Maarten in the Carribbean is cool the approach is right over the beach (I've only been there a couple of times but its always so cool). My favorite non-work destination is so difficult. I think its gotta be either Prague, Czech Republic (I went there with my dad on vacation a few years ago and I fell in LOVE with it, or Alaska (I was there on vacation earlier this summer and it was so beautiful). Although I expect that answer to change relatively quickly. Side note: my airline has new flights this Summer from Newark to the Portuguese Azores islands out in the middle of the Atlantic (approx. 2,600 miles east of New York, and about 1,000 miles west of Portugal). They operate the Boeing 737 MAX on the route (which is one of the types I fly) and its only a summer seasonal route. My goal for next year is to try and crew that flight so I can visit! It looks so pretty and it's very high up on my list to travel!

[joannajj]

(Jeremiah Ong x Reader).

Kindly listen to this song while reading.

Ikaw at si jeo ay isang matalik na magkaibigan simula pa noong grade 4 pa kayo. Lagi kayong naglalaro sa paborito niyong playground manila, sadly, kailangan ng pamilya ni jeo na pumunta at dun na daw mag enroll ng ibang school si jeo, kaya panay iyak ako nun at laging nasa tabi ko si jeo dahil ayaw ko syang mawala sa tabi ko.

Tomorrow na ang last na pagkikita namin ni jeo kaya sinusulit namin ang pagkakataong ito, nasa paboritong playground namin kam, nakaupo sa swing.

"pot, kailangan mo ba talagang iwan ako?". Sabi ko na almost crying.

"di naman kita iiwan forever". Ika niya habang hinahawakan kaliwang kamay ko.

"promise?". Inoffer ko ang pinky ko para i- sealed ang promise namin.

"promise". Nag sealed na kami ng kamay.

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9 years later.....

"Ma, alis na po ako".

"mag- ingat ka ah, paki bati nalang ako kala Janice!!". Sigaw ng aking mama sa kusina.

"opo ma!!".

Pupunta ako ng Palawan kung saan nakatira sina jeo, balak ko sanang sorpresahin ito.

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Nandito na ako sa palawan, lumabas nako ng airport at nag hintay ng masasakya.

After ilang minutes, may huminto sa aking suv na puti, nag wait ako baka iba ang hinihintay nito pero Isang minuto, binaba yung bintana at nakita ko lalaki na nakatingin sakin na para bang Kilala niya ako.

Awkward kong pag wave sakanya as hi para di nya maisip na rude ako... Tinaas niya ang bintana kaya nakikita kona lang is black screen. Binaba ulit ito at bumungad sakin ay si tita Janice, nagulat ako at napasigaw dahil sa gulat at saya.

"tita ja?". Confused kong sabi.

"yes, ako nga nak". Nakangiting sabi nito.

"bat po kayo nandito? Balak kopo sanang sorpresahin kayo". Kamot ulo kong sabi.

"ay ganun ba, sinabe samin ng mama mo na pupunta ka sa Palawan kaya dali dali kaming pumunta dito". Tita Janice.

"ano ba yan si mama, sabi ko sakanya wag niya sabihin sainyo". irita kong sabi.

"ok lang yan nak, tara na't makauwi na tayo". Tita Janice.

"btw po tita, sino po ito?". Tinuro ko yung lalaki na katabi niya.

"ay, oo nga pala, Asawa ko nga pala, sya yung dahilan kung bakit kailangan namin tumira dito". Explain ni tita ja.

"ay ganun po ba, kamusta naman po si jeo?".

"ayun, makulit padin pero ayun laki na muscles at nag gy- gym pa yan". Tita ja.

"talaga po, miss na miss ko na po siya".

"ay nako, mas miss na miss ka niya, nak, kung alam mo lang, laging hawak hawak yung printed na picture mo..minsan pa nga nakikita ko yan umiiyak dun sa kwarto niya habang hawak hawak picture mo".

"cute". Bulong ko.

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Nakatulog ako sa byahe dahil di naman ako natulog sa eroplano, nood nood lang ng K-drama.

"nak, dito na tayo". Pag- gising sakin ni tita Janice.

Nagising ako at tinignan sa labas ng kotse kung asan na kami, kita ko may dalawang naka parada na kotse at may mga aso't pusa na nakakulong.

"po? San po toh?".

"sa bahay namin". Natatawang Ika ni tita ja.

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"mafe, San si jeo?". Tanong ni tita ja kay ate mafe.

"ate mafe!!!! I miss you". Sigaw ko nang makita ko si ate mafe na sobrang close sakin.

"uy, bel!! Musta ka na? ang ganda ganda mo na oh!!".

"thank you po, parang sumexy ka ata ate mafe?".

"huy, hindi naman AHAHAHA".

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"si jeo pala?, natutulog pa sa taas tabi sila ni meng". Ate mafe.

"ahh ganun, sige, san si Joshua..?". Tita ja.

"nandun sa likod, nilalaro yung mga kuting".

"Joshua!!!!! halika muna dito, may bisita tayo!!". Sigaw ni tita ja.

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Ilang segundo pa ay, bumungad samin si kuya Joshua, naka braid ang kanyang buhok kaya medj hindi ko siya namukaan ng 5 sec.

"bel? Ikaw ba yan? aba, ang laki- laki mo na, dati binubuhat- buhat pa kita ngayon tignan mo oh". Kuya Joshua.

"AHAHAHA, oo nga po e, time flies so fast nga po e".

"si jeo ba ang hanap mo? nandun sa taas, lam mo ba kung ano ano pinaggagagawa niyan nung wala ka, ewn ko ba Jan". Kuya Joshua.

..

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Nasa sala kami naguusap, kung ano chika, ganun. Nalaman kona pala yung name nung kasintahan ni tita ja, geo ong pala.

Kinuwento nila sakin about sa vlog na ginagawa nila, mesmerized ako nun.

Nag vlo- vlog sila about sa nature at lagi daw sila naliligo sa dagat at ilog at nag ca- camping pa, nag offer pa nga sila na sumama ako sakanila pag maliligo ilog or dagat or di kaya ay magcamping. At sino ba tatanggi sa offer na yan, kaya nag yes nako kagad.

Habang nag uusap kami, may gumalaw sa peripheral view ko sa bandang kanan ko kung saan ay hagdan at taas naman nun is mga kwarto nila.

Tumingin ako at nakita ko si jeo, bagong gising, nakatitig sakin na walang kibo.

"uhm....".

Dipa rin siya gumagalaw.

"jeo". Tawag ni tita ja.

Wala padin.

"jeo!!" Sigaw nila.

At wala pa din.

Kaya ako na ang tatawag sakanya baka sakali na bumalik sya sa katotohanan.

"pot". Tawag ko sakanya.

At finally,

"bel?".

Tawag niya sakin na palapit ng palapit.

Tumango nalang ako.

"Ikaw ba talaga yan o nananaginip lang ako, kung nananaginip talaga ako, kurotin mo nga ako".

Tumawa sila including me sa sinabi niya.

Kinurot ko sya ng medj malakas.

Nagulat naman ito at kita sa mukha niya na masakit.

"sorry, sabi mo ka- ".

Diko natuloy ang sinabi ko dahil niyakap ako bigla ni jeo ng sobrang higpit.

"pot, di ako makahinga,".

Pinapat- pat ko yung braso niya dahil totoo ngang hindi ako makahinga.

Kaya lumayo sya at nag sorry.

"sorry, miss lang talaga kita so much!!".

"ehem, baka nakakalimutan niyo may tao din dito oh".

Biro ni kuya josh at ang result napatawa kaming lahat.

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Dito kami ni jeo sa kwarto niya nag uusap kung okay lang ba buhay niya dito at sakin.

I met domeng already, super kind and gwapo din sya like kuya niya, I just found out na inampon nila si meng.

"ang ganda ganda mo na".

Compliment niya habang nakatitig sakin.

"oh why, thank you, lumaki na ang katawan mo oh, sobrang pogi mo".

Ngiti kong sabi.

"I'm glad na you keep you promise".

Sabi ko na paiyak na.

"I would never ever break any promises that we made for each other".

Ika niya, nakangiti.

Niyakap ko sya ng mahigpit at umiyak sa kanyang shoulder.

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.

I stop crying.

But I think I will start crying again dahil sa confession sakin ni jeo.

"Isabelle, sasabhin ko sana ito bago kami umalis pero..... Bel, I love you not as a friend but as a lover, matagal na kitang mahal simula nung nagkakita tayo..... Bel, pwede ba kitang maging girlfriend?".

Napahagul- gul ako sa confession niya.

"yes, I would love to be your girlfriend!!!".

Sigaw ko.

Niyakap niya ako ng mahigpit, ilang minuto pa ay binereak nya ang hug at parang ang mundo'y nag istop at parang kami lang dalawa ang gumagalaw.

Palapit ng palapit ang Mukha namin sa isa't Isa, nakatingin ako sa kanyang mata habang sya naman ay nakatingin sa aking labi.

Ayan na nga, nag meet na ang aming labi sa isa't Isa, ang soft at lasang strawberry ang kanyang lips, kaya pinikit ko na ang aking mata at inenjoy ang moment na ito.

Little did we know, nakasilip pala lahat ng pamilya ni jeo sa slightly ajar na pinto, kinikilig pa mga ito.

That's all, folks

[aviaposter]

ATR 42-500 'Ohana by Hawaiian operated by Empire Airlines

Registration: N804HC Named: Holo Kaomi Type: 42-500 Engines: 2 × PWC PW127E Serial Number: 623 First flight: Mar 19, 2004

‘Ohana by Hawaiian was a regional subsidiary carrier of Hawaiian Airlines. The service was operated using four ATR 42 turboprop airplanes owned by Hawaiian and operated under contract by Empire Airlines. ‘Ohana by Hawaiian launched initial service to Molokai and Lana'i Airports on March 2014. Since June of the same year, airline has expanded its route network to Maui offering daily flights between Kahului, Maui and Moloka'i, Kahului and Kona, Hawai'i Island, and Kahului and Hilo. During its time of operation, ‘Ohana by Hawaiian was fully integrated into the Hawaiian Airlines network. On May 27, 2021, Hawaiian announced the suspension of ‘Ohana by Hawaiian due to the COVID-19 pandemic.

Poster for Aviators. aviaposter.com

[graceroman50]

Fly to Paradise for Less: How to Find Cheap Flights to Hawaii

Fly to Paradise for Less: How to Find Cheap Flights to Hawaii Hawaii is a place that is on everyone's bucket list. With breathtaking beaches, stunning natural beauty and a unique culture, it is no surprise that the island paradise is a top travel destination. However, traveling to Hawaii can be expensive, especially when it comes to airfare. For many people, finding affordable flights to Hawaii seems almost impossible. But fear not! In this post, we will provide you with tips and tricks on how to find cheap flights to Hawaii. 1. Be Flexible with Your Travel Dates The key to finding cheap flights to Hawaii is being flexible with your travel dates. Airlines tend to offer discounted rates during the off-peak season which is from October to mid-December. Another great time to travel is during the spring when tourist traffic is low. When booking your trip, check out multiple travel websites and compare prices for the same date range, and you might find that mid-week or early morning flights are cheaper. 2. Sign up for Email Alerts Many airlines and travel websites offer email alerts for flight deals to Hawaii. Sign up for email alerts from airlines and travel sites. This way, you are the first to know about new sales on airfare, making it easier to find the most affordable flights to Hawaii. 3. Use Miles and Rewards Points

Miles and rewards points can be incredibly valuable when it comes to flying to Hawaii for a reduced rate. Check with your airline's frequent flyer program to see how many miles or points you need to redeem for cheap flights to Hawaii. Using credit card rewards and booking sites that offer rewards points are also great ways to find affordable rates. 4. Fly to a Different Airport Flying to airports outside of Honolulu, such as Maui or Kona, can be a more affordable option for some travelers. The cost of a flight to Honolulu tends to be more expensive than flights to other Hawaiian islands. After landing on a different island, you can take a short connecting flight to Honolulu or take a ferry to your destination. 5. Book Early or Last-Minute Booking your flight several months in advance or last-minute can significantly lower the cost of your flight. As mentioned, flights to hawaii from uk offer plenty of deals during the off-peak season. Therefore, booking several months in advance ensures cheaper prices. Suppose you have the flexibility to travel on short notice. In that case, the day before the flight often presents a last-minute or a standby rate that can save you a substantial amount of money. Finding cheap flights to Hawaii can be a daunting task, but it is not impossible. With the right strategy, you can save on airfare and enjoy the beauty of Hawaii without breaking the bank. Use these tips to find flights within your budget and experience paradise for less. Flexibility with your travel dates, the use of miles and rewards points, signing up for email alerts, exploring different airports, and booking early or last-minute are simple yet effective ways to get you to Hawaii for less. Start planning your Hawaiian vacation today and be awed by its natural beauty, vibrant culture, and perfect weather.

[miscellaneous-wolf]

Hey Tumblr!

I’m not a very big blog, and I’m not someone with a lot of interesting background, but something absolutely terrifying happened today here in Hawaii.

A 15 year old girl— Mikella Debina— was abducted today, and amber alert has been going off since 7PM or so:

Normally, as we are an island, it’s very unlikely for someone to get very far very quickly, but according to the article I’ll post at the end, the last location her cellphone pinged off of was a cell tower near Kona Airport.

I don’t know if he managed to take her off island, nobody knows really, but her belongings were found not too far away, and I’m very scared for this girl who has yet to live her own life.

I hope that all of you will help me spread the word, get people looking and aware so that maybe— just maybe— she’ll have a chance still.

The Article In Question

Photos of Mikella Debina

[kokorowoutsu]

-- Summer Vacation ‘23: Departure

It was finally time to leave. With everyone ready, teams settled, they’d have to play by the books on this one and go from Mistralton’s Airport, stop in Sinnoh, and then and head to the first region, Fiore. Known for its unique landscape and how one of its each four towns were based on a season, it seemed like a prime location to start. 

The ones going would be, well, all the 'kids’ of course! Ruko included! 

Upon boarding the plane, the ‘kids’ would find themselves in for a long ride to the Sinnoh region, and while they’d head to Snowpoint City via some local air travel, Ashe would take a moment to text Night and tell him she and the fam were on their way to Fiore and to have a good summer on this end. On that note, they were able to stay the night in Snowpoint City. On the ‘morrow they’d catch a ride via boat to Fiore’s port in Fall City and from there they’d have to report at the local Ranger Station their business, status, all that jazz and then they’d be free to roam so long as the rules were kept.

That being said, not one of them was going to stay a night in on this cool night in Snowpoint -- especially Grusha who found himself wandering the city with his Eevee and Weavile. He’d only return in time for dinner and then he was back to sitting at the inn balcony, the cold air and light snow being let in.

One couldn’t help enjoying the cold when they were born of ice and snow... but with that, they’d all head to bed and dream of the Fiore region and hopefully a easygoing summer vacation.

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Grandcrest Ranch -> TRAVELING -> Snowpoint City, Sinnoh !!

Ashe Team: Sylveon (Lucky), Lapras (Loch), Liepard (Logan).

Leon Team: Decidueye (Alola/Celeste), Corviknight (Mordred), Gyarados* (Vivian).

Kianga Team: Espeon (Lavender).

Grusha Team: Weavile (Lolair), Eevee (Ezio), Mantine* (Kona), Wooloo (’Hope’/on loan).

@pokemon-experiments @night-gladion-and-their-ghosts​

( ooc; people tagged are people who have characters mentioned in the post. )

[mapsoffun]

One downside to this approach of breaking up the flights is that if you buy the Wanna Get Away fare on Southwest and don’t opt for Early Bird Check-In, you’re probably going to get a not-great boarding position even if you’re able to check-in right on-time. I did it while we waited for our bag to emerge from baggage claim, and I received C17. The day of our flight, I went over to the gate agent and asked whether or not she was concerned that I would have to gate-check my bag with that position, and she did not seem too concerned nor did she encourage me to buy upgraded boarding. It ended up being fine, and we had a nice little lunch before boarding our 6-hour flight to Kona, when we arrived just as the sun was setting.

Something I didn’t know is that Kona is an open-air airport--while there are some closed-off places, like the main restaurant and the bathrooms, everything else is open to the elements. It’s a nice airport and we were able to get to our rental car lot quickly, though it took a second for the actual car to finally appear. 

Note: renting a car here is pretty important, because rideshares are hard and expensive to come by, and taxis are even pricier. You’ll probably have to pay for some sort of parking fee, but it’s worth it.

[oelctam2307]

Gloc 9 - Walang Natira

Ngayon kolang nalaman tong kanta sa ofw haha wag nakayo magdrama mga Bata na iyak Ng iyak sa airport naranasan kona yan tulad Kay mama para lang magkaroon kayo ng kinabukasan para umalis hindi para gumastay Ng Pera nagmamakahirap sila Doon at pinapahirapan Ng amo kaya hindi na makalabas Ng bansa kala nyo Naman mga parents nyo iiwan na kayo kayo at kakalimutan NO hindi yan paraan sa Inyo para kapag magtrabaho sa luho nyo at dinyona agad sila Kilala na ano hanggang ganun nalang ba tumatawag sa video call para magsumbong at magsinungaling dahil ang ama ay may ibang babae na kabet hayop nayan kung akoyan lalayasan konayan gagawa din Ako Ng sarili kong mundo hindi para maging pulubi at pagalitan kahit ginahasa Ng paulit ulit na babae

[pray4saint]

Hello! Currently thinking about dteam and chuckle sammich honeymoon hc's! Where you'd go, what you'd do, how was IT was mm

dteam & chuckle sammy on their honeymoons

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. omg bae, i've got you! also thoughts like these are gonna be rotting my brain for the next month / nsfw versions: dteam / chuckle sammy

dream

either hawaii or france.. idk what to tell you he's a cheeseball, sticks with the classics OR on the complete opposite, somewhere thailand (but for the sake of my sanity and writing ability we're going with kona, hawaii)

definitely picked a b&b over a hotel, he wanted the privacy for that first night as a wedded couple

leaving around 11am to go to beaches all day or go shopping

when you're out shopping, he always finds a way to not-so-subtly mention that you guys have just gotten married / he thinks he's subtle

standing in a pacsun, the cashier scanned the tags of the clothes you were buying, asking the usual customer service questions, ”how are y'all doing, did you find everything okay?” and you look up at your husband before nodding, but he still spoke up, ”doing good, we just got married, this is spouse, and yeah,” he turns to you, ”i think we found everything okay.” ”mhm.” you smile at his incessant need to announce that you're married.

tbh powerbottom!dream but in an absolutely sfw, fluffy way / how he looks at you with, essentially, heart eyes when he says something begging for your approval but also making it widely known that you're his and that you're married every chance he gets

dream most definitely has that 'nothing can bring me down' mentality while on your honeymoon

also in the evenings when the sun sets and you're sat next to him or on his lap, he thanks any and every higher power he's ever heard of that you came into his life because you're stunning and he loves you so much and can't imagine his life without you

doesn't even register if fans come up and ask for a picture until you point them out, he's just so invested in you

he also doesn't get on any of his social media except to post the occasional instagram story despite how much you told him it was fine and you didn't mind if he checked twitter or updated his snap story

”clay, aren't your fans gonna worry if you go MIA from twitter?” you set your notebook aside, turning to face him. ”no honey i'm gonna spend time with you, they can wait.” he smiles at you. ”yeah i know but-” ”no buts. they can wait.”

also he inevitably gets sick on the last day of your honeymoon, which is fine because you were getting tired of going out every day / you made him soup with the small amount of food you'd bought at the local costco and he finally took to twitter to tell them how wonderful you were being

sapnap

i think he's taking you on 2 honeymoons, the first is for two weeks in texas to spend time with his family, just so you know you can always depend on them when you need them

the other is for three weeks in greece; the people, the culture, the food, he loves it and he wants to surround you in it

probably picked a hotel over a b&b

also on all the flights, during airport security, in taxis/ubers, when waiting for flights, in the hotel, he kept repeating the same words

mrs./mr./mx. armstrong, he just loves saying it, SO MUCH

”i love you, [mrs./mr./mx.] armstrong.” your newlywed husband spins you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. ”i know mr. armstrong, and i love you.” you press a kiss to his lips, trying to get out of his arms to get back to unpacking your suitcase

i think for activities, lots of lunches out and dinners in

also a whole lot of museums and art galleries and ancient ruins, spending time talking about greek mythology and your own theories and opinions on it

sap also sometimes calls you bro on accident and you sometimes call him dude still and all you guys can ever say about it is 'it is what it is'

”what are you gonna get, bro?” he asks as he closes his own menu. he didn't even realise what he said, but the waiter did, and he just watched with intent, unsure of what was happening. ”i don't know dude, whatever you're having i guess.” you close your menu. the waiter speaks up, ”i'm sorry i know it's none of my business but uhm- are you two not, married?” he sounds nervous, as if he thinks he's interrupted some secret affair. ”wh- what? we're married. we've been married.” sap is the one to point it out, taking your hand in his. ”ah, it was just how you called each other 'dude', and 'bro'.” the waiter laughs nervously, walking away with the order written down. in unison, ”it is what it is.”

i also think he takes you shopping because he believes the people who gave you the best wedding gifts should also get a gift in return in addition to a thank you card

lots of hand swinging with your left hand to show off your ring, and hugging in lines, and kissing-bordering-on-making-out in public, he just has no reason not to anymore, you're married

george

george couldn't decide where you went for awhile, so he asked of your friends and his friends and ended up at first with iceland (this is george guys remember) but then changed his mind and picked italy and romania, one week in each

b&b >>> hotels with george, he prefers the privacy

he spent months before the wedding trying to learn the basics of the italian and romanian languages despite how widespread english is

definitely takes you out to eat A BUNCH, except for two nights in each country where you and him cooked dinner for yourselves

you can expect lots of late mornings and late nights with george, he just can't get enough of his new spouse

definitely emphasises your last name being davidson whenever there's a reservation or when he feels the staff is being a little too forward

”last name?” the host asked, eyes glued to the kiosk screen in front of him. ”mr. and mx. davidson.” your husband smiled at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

takes you to a store at the start of the trip so you have food where you're staying / bonus if you convince him to go to a farmers' market

every day of the trip you and him have set aside an hour to talk to your respective friends on the phone (he's louder)

also forgets to tell you that he booked a redeye for the first flight out of italy/romania because when he booked it he forgot he was planning for two people instead of just himself / he apologised a lot for it

”y/n i'm sorry, if i had been paying attention i would've booked it for later in the day tomorrow.” ”george, baby it's fine. i really don't mind. it's not like i'm going anywhere.” you flash him your ring with a smile to emphasise you point, to which he returns the smile before looking at his own ring.

he apologised again when the plane was about to take off

ted

i think ted takes you to japan for your honeymoon, at least for a week to try those capsule hotels that you and him been dying to try for months

i think he wants to go see all sorts of attractions in japan; theme parks, cat cafes, boardwalks, boat tours, and maybe take you to see an anime film (my brain is rotted from wanting to see an anime film in japan im sorry)

he booked a hotel because in the moment, it felt the easiest

even in japan he would get recognised, but not nearly as often as he did in the states and he would kindly turn down any fan who wanted a picture because he was busy on his honeymoon

lots of small kisses; at the end of a boardwalk, right before you sit down at restaurants, when you get back to the hotel room, when he brings you coffee, tea, or water in the morning, just outside the restaurant when you're leaving, when you two depart in a mall for a set time of 20 minutes

i think he likes seeing the trending tags on twitter surrounding your wedding

”what'ya smiling at, like an idiot baby?” you ask him, drying your hair with a towel from your recent shower, as you walk around from where your suitcase was to where he was stood in the mini kitchen. ”'the nivisons,' we're trending honey, that's all. i think it's sweet.” ”you know coming over here and giving me a kiss is even sweeter.” his phone is on the counter and he's encasing himself around you so fast.

he definitely texted his married friends for ideas when he started to run out / also before you left he logged into your pinterest on your computer and looked for anything he could use as an idea

you guys start binge-watching a new show while on your honeymoon and made inside jokes about it (yeah you became that couple)

holds your hand when you're walking around and getting into taxis and doing pretty much anything in public because he's scared he'll lose you in a crowd

he talks to you like he would a child. ”don't let go of my hand.” ”i won't ted, don't worry.” you shake your head at his antics once he turns away.

books a later in the afternoon flight out so that you can sleep in and he can pack for you and wake you up and get you out the door slowly, without a huge rush and stress

charlie

charlie takes you to 2 places, to start, you get 3 weeks in bali plus a week in new zealand (jrr tolkien/hobbit/lotr fans are gonna love this one)

in bali, he rents a whole house, 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom with a rate of $110 (usd) a night

while you're there, he takes you to sightsee places like gunung kawi temple, pura lempuyang luhur, ubud monkey forest, tukad cepung waterfall and holy spring (tirta empul)

of course wherever you go he insists on holding your hand, just to keep you close by

”baby you gotta let go of my hand i wanna take pictures.” your husband huffs a small, ”fine.” he releases your hand, but his hands find perch on your waist while you take pictures of the water, or the shops, or the wildlife, whatever.

definitely asks if he can use some of the pictures you took for his instagram story (it's the most he's ever used his insta story) and you tell him yes but only if you get to pick them / also on the same note, if either of you snap anyone during your honeymoon or just take selfies in general, they're always of you two kissing or giving each other cheek kisses in the house or at a restaurant or at a location you're visiting

he spends a lot of time just looking at your ring and how the ring on your finger looks against his fingers and vice versa with his ring against your fingers

”charlie?” he looks up from your intertwined hands in surprise. ”hm, what?” ”whatcha thinkin' about?” ”mmm, nothin', just admiring you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you smile and a small tint to cover your cheeks.

in new zealand it's a hotel but it's a hobbit hole hotel, complete with tours of everything new zealand could offer about the tolkien's lord of the rings/hobbit universe

more eating out here than in bali despite how much more expensive it is

(if you're not a huge tolkien fan:) lots of thank yous from him for putting up with the trip so he could enjoy it // (if you are a huge tolkien fan:) a ton of excitement for both of you during the entire trip, and lots of talking about your own theories as you learn more about the fictional world

also vlogging the new zealand trip with charlie >>>> / and cataloging the film in the airport just before your flight for you to edit when you get home

schlatt

canada. idc, canada, that's where you're going. or iceland. somewhere cold.

i'm kidding, he told you that as a prank and then took you to australia (i apologise if you can't stand the animals there but this is schlatt we're talking about c'mon)

hotel over a b&b because even he, being the big guy that he is, was a little worried about finding a massive spider in the bed

probably quite a bit of alcohol that first night as a married couple

”y'so- god sweets y'so pretty.” schlatt twirled you around with one hand, beer bottle in the other. you giggled, the alcohol affecting your words and actions. you kept one hand tangled with his while the other held a grip on your bottle of beer. ”j..y'so handsome, you know that?” he blushed, and it must've been the alcohol because your boyfriend– husband now, never got flustered over something as small as that.

there's one night where you two go out dancing and when he sees all the prying eyes of the men and women around you, he makes sure to emphasise your ringed hands, keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your side

somehow you ended up going to see some aniaml fight with schlatt and when it got a little.. gory, you'd cover your eyes with your hands and tuck your head into his shoulder or his chest

”you alright baby?” he asked, flicking his eyes between you and the fight, arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. ”i guess. jus'wanna leave though.” you whispered up into his ear and he nodded, waiting another minute before walking out with you tucked into his side, repeatedly asking you if you're really okay.

schlatt who takes you out to dinner every other night, with the rest of the nights being used to talk to both his and your friends and watch films together

also schlatt who believes in taking turns making lunch; whether it be sandwiches (it usually is), or pasta, a frozen pizza, etc, you take turns, after all you're married now, everything is 50/50

you probably both get sick at the end of the trip from something you ate and at first you were really worried, but he got better after a day and you two days after that

i also one hundred percent believe schlatt wanted to get home as soon as possible and picked an earlier in the morning flight / him plucking you from the bed three hours before your flight so you could shower and get ready, finish repacking, etc

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[winglesscrow]

A moody sunset I got to experience in the tide pools.

Old Kona Airport Beach | Kona, HI

[hanshoots]

Wedding arch + trash, Old Kona Airport Beach, HI

2021