#my plans got canceled so i spent my day drawing this bitch <3

[soobasaur]

are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

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you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

thank you for reading !!

[prorevenge]

After months of putting up with my roommate from hell, I got the revenge of lifetime and screwed her over out of a fuckton of money and got her to pay rent and life has never been sweeter! (This is a long one)

This is a long one but very much worth the ride, so buckle up. (also, English isn't my native lang, sorry if there are any mistakes)

This story takes place a couple of years back. During college, I lived with several roommates, all of them were nice and we got along well, except for this one bitch, let's call her Karen. if Satan and Hitler had a child and that child had a child with Stalin and Cruella de Vil, that would be Karen for you, she is a loud-mouthed stupid, egocentric bitch who has the face that scare the shit out of a toilet. She would never clean up after herself, she would always leave her plates and things at the spot where she last used them. I have lost counts of how many times, I caught her stealing my clothes without asking and if you so much as touch her clothes she loses her shit on you, or her drinking our lactose-intolerant roommates almond milk and any time we confronted her for drinking it, she would shrug and say "I only had a sip, stop being so stingy." She plays her music loud at night, invites stranger without giving any heads up, a time or two she didnt pay rent even though her parents are FILTHY RICH and she is wearing gucci and prada shit, Karen also fucking lies about everything, even things that are not worth lying about. like if she woke up 7, and you ask her, she'll lie through her fucking teeth and say she rose with the sun rise because she is a natural. (ps, this is something i actually heard her say to her parents while she was skypeing them....so cringy, who the fuck says that? but i digress)

Months we have fucking put up with her, of course we tried to get other roommates but unfortunately when we all moved in everything, all documents and contracts were done in her name so kicking her out would require a lot of effort and most of us were busy with school and work and life happens. So we ignore it as much as we can and try to move on.

We are now all seniors and in our final semesters, meaning graduation was coming, AND Karen is planning a backpack trip across Europe with her friends as a graduation gift to herself, this is important so remember this.

One of our roommates and my closest friend, Sasha, has had a crush on a guy that lives down the hall. Any time the two of them are together, Sasha and the Guy keep giving each other googly eyes and blushing faces; it was sooo cute. Sasha is a verbal autistic person and has never dated anyone because she has a hard time with socializing and understanding social ques and subtlety, which lets face it, that is the core of dating, especially flirting but with a lot of encouragement from me and the final roommate, Lola we got her to ask him out. He said yes. She was so happy, you guys, she flew back into the apartment and did an hour of happy dance with her arms flailing about and a shit eatin grin on her face; needless to say we were all so happy. Karen caught wind of this and it just so happens at that time she was having relationship problems, I guess her bf finally realized he's dating human garbage. Not one to be outshined, Karen behind all of our backs went to the guy's place and spun lies about Sasha, saying she is a serial cheater and even made a fake account for Sasha's so called bf. the guy never called Sasha, and eventually weeks passed by he told us why but by then Sasha felt like the damage was done and lost interest in him.

I. WAS. FUCKING. FURIOUS.

This, this level of dickery and bloody pettiness is the straw that finally broke the camel's back and I vowed I wouldn't fucking leave until I served my slice of justice. Here's another character that you must know about, Prof C. His wife two years ago was in a horrible car accident and as a result is in a wheelchair, this is especially problematic because she was a stay home mom that took care of their two special needs kids and they have a toddler at home. Home life is a mess for him, he is running ragged between working and single-handedly is taking care of his family, the uni took pity and also feared the workload would see one of their best and most beloved teachers leave the school struck a deal with him to help him out. In all of his classes there will be quizzes and midterms, this doesnt change, but assignments you submit and he corrects at the end of the year, this is important cuz our uni has zero tolerance on proffs that dont constantly update the students course works so that students have the chance to improve their grades.

Karen, the lazy and stupid bitch she is, is somehow skating through his assignments, even though they require a shit tone of research and writing. I accidentally learned that one of her older friends told her that she only needs submit the paper on its due date and to only write the first 3 pages and use a paraphrase tool for the rest of the paper so the plagiarism software wont detect it and would think its original material and when the end of the year comes, submit a hard copy but with the first pages being her actual work and the rest being completely plagiarized, professional work. Prof C won't know cuz the likelihood a man as busy as him thoroughly checking the work of 120+ students is pretty low. I grinned. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, she is going down! All semester long I let her do this for all of the 7 papers, one of them which is a term paper that has 20% on it alone, all the while I spied and gathered all of her pass codes, social media, her student ID, everything.

The end of the year came and I compiled all of her assignments, both the original one with the paraphrasing tools she used to circumvent plagiarism and the one she finally handed them in, and I even made photos were there are side-to-side comparison of the assignments. This is a good start but not enough. So, One day chillin at the living room I open a conversation about relationships, Karen is two timing her new boyfriend and is sleeping with some other Person. so, I ask her questions like "don't you feel guilty for cheating?" and "You do realize this is wrong?" and I even paraphrase my words in a way that is vague but also clear, for example I would say "It's not fair, so many people work so hard everyday to be successful and you are here cheating and lying your way to success." Karen, narcissistic as fuck, would respond with snippets of I dont care and how she isnt cheating, she is only having fun and that everyone does it so why not her too. This is too good to be true, even her answers are vague, its like god put his hand on my shoulder, looked me right in the eyes and said, "burry this bitch". and Id be damned if I didnt. As you probably have guessed it by now, I was recording EVERYTHING. The recording plus the photos, and her assignments were more than enough evidence, I sent an anonymous email to the Professor, and i tell the girls so that they can prep for the shit storm thats coming. Three weeks later, results are out. she failed and LOST HER SHIT. She was screamin, crying, wailing, what a sight to see! you best believe, the girls and I were laughing. She tried to talk to the prof, but he was not having it. she cried and begged for a second chance but he said a hard no. So now she has two options: she goes ahead and doesn't graduate with us, and takes on a whole 'nother semester for one measly course or take summer course and cancel her trip to Europe, which mind you she spent a fuckton on, something like 13, 000$ and I know it could have been much cheaper but Princess Karen only wanted the best so yh. The next couple of weeks she spent sleepless nights because she was calling and cancelling all the reservations she made, tryin to get her money back BUT (again, GOD really was out for blood that day) because the cancellation was so close to some her trip most places refused to refund, or some charged her cancellation fees. She only managed to scrap 5.5 K back together, lossin 7.5 K. OUCH!

Its not over, having damning evidence I, with earned gusto, told her she was going to pay all of the bills till we move out, which was in two months, payback for all the times she was late on payment or defaulted and she would from now do her part of the house chores or else Im gonna send it all to the admin and faculty dean and she will fo sho be kicked out and all those uni years will have been for nothing. She hated it, she fucking threw tantrums and cussed me out but my god if she didnt do whats told. she cleaned her stuff, apologized to Sasha for what she did, I forced her to come clean to her BF (dont know the guy but the few times i met him he was super sweet to us and i felt bad for the guy), I watched her actually do the dishes for the first time in like years. IT was fucking amazing and I don't regret it one bit. In fact, anytime I feel sad now as an adult, i kick back my feet and reminiscine and a slow shit eatin grin draws itself upon my face.

tl;dr roommate was super mean, i found out she was cheating on her assignments and so i snitched on her and as a result she had to stay the summer and retake the class again or else she wouldn't graduate.

(source) story by (/u/let-the-write-one-in)

[my-one-love-is-music]

These Wings Are Made to Fly ch. 8

This chapter is up a few days later than planned, but I was on a trip over the weekend and didn't have my laptop or the time to work on it and when I got back didn't have much motivation to write. But it's here now. At this point there's probably only a couple of chapters left until the story draws to a close. I'll have a better idea after the next chapter so I'll let you know what's up then.

Anyway, enjoy the new chapter and excuse the wait.

Also on AO3!

             The hours following Harry’s shooting were a complete blur. He’d hurried back to Kingsman and convinced Merlin and Roxy that they needed to act fast in order to stop Valentine’s plot for world domination. By some miracle, all three of them had made it out alive and taken down one of the largest world crippling events in history. Eggsy never thought that he’d be part of something like this, but it was reassuring when it had all come to an end. The agents had started the cleanup and Eggsy had cornered Merlin in Kingsman HQ.

               “You really think he’s alive?” he asked.

               “I know he is,” Eggsy explained. “After Dad died, Mum’s wings became shriveled and skeletal. They’d lost their healthy look and became shadows of what they once were. Nothing’s changed with my wings. If Harry were truly dead, I think that I would be experiencing something far more painful.”

               Merlin sighed and looked down at his clipboard where he had who knows what pulled up on the screen. “Even if I tell you not to go, I’m sure that you’d find your own way there anyway. In truth, I’ve been compiling as much information about his disappearance as possible and think some of it might come in handy for you. I can get tickets booked for the next flight over to the States and have all of your paper work put in order.”

               Eggsy’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow. That’s…thank you.”

               “As much as he’s your soulmate, he’s also my friend. We’ve been through a lot together and I’m not about to let him off the hook while I’m having to deal with a barely functioning governmental organization.” He picked up a manila envelope that was sitting on his desk and passed it over to Eggsy. “Everything you need is in there. I expect you to come back with that son of a bitch in tow or not at all. He’s got to fill the positon of Arthur after all.”

               Eggsy grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t let him get out of this one.”

               Merlin picked up a small bag that was propped up next to his desk. “I’ve also got any gear you might need right here. Now get going. A car will pick you up in front of the shop.”

               He gripped the folder tightly in his hand and slipped the bag’s strap over his shoulder before turning and walking out of the room. Eggsy honestly thought that he would’ve had to fight harder to convince Merlin to let him go, but the man usually was several steps ahead of everybody else in his thinking and planning. He turned the corner towards the transport tube and nearly ran straight into Roxy.

               “Eggsy!” she greeted brightly, smile morphing into a frown when she noticed the folder and bag over his shoulder. “Are you going somewhere? Merlin seriously can’t be sending you on a mission now when the number of agents Kingsman has is at a critical low?”

               “Not exactly a mission. I’m going to find Harry.”

               Roxy bit her lip. “Are you sure? You know, there’s no guarantee that he’s even alive. I know you’ve seen the footage.”

               “Trust me. He’s alive. If he wasn’t…I would know.”

               Slowly, she nodded. “Okay. I’ll trust you on this. But don’t take too long looking for him. I know we’d all like to have both you and him back here as soon as possible.”

               Eggsy pulled her into a hug. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back before you know it.”

               He pulled away and walked past her, taking his seat in the tube. As the top closed and it started off to London, he took a few minutes to glance over the information that was in the folder. He’d been given contact information for the Statesman agency that should help him track down Harry. He picked up the sheet with the information for his alias and why he was travelling to the States.

               Eggsy felt the tube slow and secured the folder and its contents in the bag that Merlin had given him before stepping out and making his way to the lift that took him back up to Fitting Room 3. The shopkeeper gave him a nod as he stepped out.

               “The taxi is waiting for you outside, sir.”

               “Thank you,” Eggsy said before winding his way to the front of the shop and pushing the door open. He hurried down the steps and slipped into the cab without a word, sitting back as it pulled away from the curb and took him back to the house.

               As much as it hurt to stay in Harry’s home, Eggsy couldn’t bring himself to find anywhere else to live. He sure as hell wasn’t about to go back to the flat he’d lived in with his mum and Dean. Besides, the house smelled like Harry. And as painful as it could be, it was also comforting. It helped to remind him that Harry was still out there. He was just a little lost and needed help getting back.

               The house was quiet without JB-Eggsy had left him at Kingsman when he’d first arrived at HQ-but it helped him avoid distraction. A notification on his glasses from Merlin alerted him to the fact that he only had a few hours until his flight which meant packing quickly and getting a ride to the airport. Dinner could wait until later.

               He hurried up the stairs and pulled the small suitcase that he’d found several days ago from Harry’s closet, leaving it open on the bed. He expertly filled the available space with several clean shirts and pairs of boxers, also managing to fit two clean suits inside and his toiletry bag. He rifled through the bag Merlin had given him and was satisfied that everything would make it through security intact.

               Eggsy reached for the umbrella that he’d left on the bed as well and carefully placed it inside the suitcase despite the tight fit. He’d really have to talk to Merlin about down-sizing the umbrellas when he got back or creating a different model specifically for travel. He pulled the zipper shut and pulled the suitcase from the bed, slinging the bag over his shoulder. As he walked back to the front door, he made sure that all of the lights were turned off and all the electronics unplugged since he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be gone. Satisfied, he gave the darkened foyer one last look before pulling the door shut behind him, automatic locks clicking into place.

               He retraced his steps back down to the waiting cab and left his case in the boot before settling into the back seat. The cab pulled away from the curb and turned towards the airport. He let his head fall back against the headrest and let himself take a few minutes to stop thinking or planning and enjoy the sound of the car as it wove its way through traffic.

               The airport was practically a ghost town. Eggsy had known that a large number of people had cancelled trips and chosen to stay in England as a result of the recent attacks. They either needed to do some minor home repairs or were too terrified to fly, afraid that the planes would be the next thing to come under fire. Kingsman had been working to reassure people through falsified documents-that had authentic data behind them-sent to the media that the chips that had caused the attacks had all been disabled and there was no risk for another attack, but it was always hard to eliminate the doubts of the masses after something so recent.

               Security was a little tighter than usual, but he made it through without a problem as he knew he would. He stopped by a small store and picked up a sandwich and a bag of crisps, glad to finally get the chance to settle down and get something in his stomach before takeoff. He reminisced briefly that this would be the first time that he was going to fly internationally. For some reason, he thought that it would be a far more momentous occasion. At this point, all Eggsy cared about was finding Harry and bringing him back.

               He spent the remaining time that he had before his boarding time looking over the documents that Merlin had given him more thoroughly. Arrangements had even been made for his arrival and he would be met at the airport by one of their agents when he landed at the international airport in Louisville, Kentucky. From there, he hadn’t been given any other information, but he assumed that he would be taken to their local headquarters or be put in contact with someone as they worked to track down Harry.

               Harry wasn’t suspected to have been able to travel to another state as he would’ve needed medical attention. Where he was hospitalized was uncertain, but Eggsy knew they would start at the closest hospital to the church and work out from there. Someone had to have a tip on his whereabouts or some form of information. In any case, the local police should have some report of a man turning up with no background or identification that he could look into.

               “First boarding call for flight number 23147 to Louisville, Kentucky. We are now accepting all pre-boarders at this time. Please have your flight documents out and ready to present to the attendant. Once again, this is the first boarding for flight 23147 to Louisville, Kentucky. We are accepting all pre-boarders at this time.”

               Eggsy slipped the documents back into his bag and pulled out his tickets as he saw the very few pre-boarding passengers make their way past the gate and disappeared down the walkway. Now that he actually took the time to look around at his surroundings, he really noticed how few people were on this flight to the States. From the conversation, most of them sounded to be Americans returning home from a pleasant vacation. Being abroad when Valentine had been assuming control didn’t sound quite so relaxing to him.

               He waited patiently as the attendant moved through the family and individuals that were in a wheelchair forcing the small number of people in the waiting area to dwindle even further. Finally, he was able to get up out of the small chair that he’d been in and made his way to the plane. Flying first class was never something that he thought he’d be able to experience, namely because he thought he’d never be able to afford it, but that was the beauty of Kingsman.

               Eggsy made himself comfortable in the nicely padded chair and enjoyed the privacy that the isolated cubicles offered. He raised the shade next to his window and looked out over the wet tarmac now that a light rain had rolled in and dark clouds hid the sky. He watched as other planes were tended to by the workers and prepared for takeoff, hardly listening to the pre-flight instructions that were being given by the flight attendants.

               The men and women walked past him several times before they were finally able to pull away from the gate and turn towards the runway. Droplets of water streaked across the window, almost halting and holding their own breath in the moments when the plane was waiting at the start of the runway, the engines powering up and preparing to take them into the air.

And then they were off, black asphalt speeding by before the wheels left the ground and took them up into the atmosphere for the next several hours. He let his head fall back against the headrest as his eyes slowly slid shut, the exhaustion of the past several days finally pulling him into one of the least fitful sleeps that he’d had since Harry left.  

               Eggsy blinked his eyes open slowly at the nudge of a flight attendant. Somehow he’d managed to stay out for the full eight hour flight, not that he was complaining. He’d needed it and he had a full day ahead of him so it was better to be well rested than not at all. He just hoped that the jetlag wouldn’t be too bad when he tried to get to sleep that night.

               He checked over his bag as he walked out of the gate and was satisfied to find everything still in its place. He pulled out his passport and had his entry card already in hand as he made his way down to customs. The lines moved quickly since there was a small influx of people who needed to get visas for the States and he made it through with little hassle.

               After grabbing his bag, he made his way up to the exit, looking for the person that was supposed to be meeting him. He looked around at the signs that were on display, starting forward when he saw a man in a bespoke suit and sunglasses holding a sign that had his alias’s name on it.

               “Mr. Smith?” he questioned at Eggy’s arrival, southern accent thickening his words.

               “That’s me. I assume that you’ve brought a car.”

               The man nodded and jerked his head to the side in order to have Eggsy follow. “The car’s waiting outside in the parking garage. From here, I’ve received instructions to take you to the local headquarters branch where we can go over all of the knowledge that we have in order to assist you in finding your missing agent.”

               “Thank you.”

               Eggsy stuffed his suitcase in the car’s boot and sat himself in the passenger seat, watching as the agent started the car and directed them out of the garage.

               “We’ve already checked the local police station data bases, but they have no record of an unknown person showing up with no memory or ID. Not that that means anything. He could’ve easily found his own way to a hospital to get treatment.”

               “That eliminates one dead end at least,” Eggsy sighed.

               He looked out the windows and watched as grass and trees passed him by. Soon enough, he saw the large buildings of a city approaching.

               “Your headquarters are in the city?”

               “Yeah. It’s a central location and it’s only a small branch. It’s better to be close to the city where the major hospitals and emergency responders are than out in the country. We can’t let ourselves get lost in all of the corn.”

               Eggsy hummed in response and watched as the sunlight streaked between the clouds and lit up the many bridges that spanned the river. They exited into the heart of the city and he watched as the unfamiliar businesses and buildings passed him by. Even in the city there was still so much more space between everything than in London. They found their way to an underground parking garage this time and parked in one of the darkly lit spaces.

               As he climbed from the car, the agent was already at the back, pulling out his suitcase. He didn’t even get the chance to take it from him, left hurrying after the other man into the building as he easily carried his bag for him. They stepped into an elevator and headed for the top floor.

               The doors opened to a wide room. There were a few people walking around, but none of them paid the two of them any attention as they walked towards a door at the end of the room. The man in front of him knocked forcefully twice.

               “Come in,” a deep voice resonated from within.

               The door was pushed open and Eggsy came face to face with an older gentleman seated at a deep mahogany desk. He stood as they entered.

               “You must be Galahad,” he said, extending his hand. “You can call me George. I’m the current head of this branch of the Statesman.”

               Eggsy shook his hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

               “From the contact that I’ve had with Merlin, he’s informed me that you’re here in search of one of your missing agents.”

               “That’s correct.”

               “As I’m sure you’ve been told. Nothing’s been reported to the police so far, but we think that we may have a lead in a local hospital. Several days ago, a man had been taken to a much smaller hospital further south in Kentucky, but was moved here in order to have access to the resources needed for an operation and medical treatment. The name that was given to the staff was Thomas Jones. We’ve inquired at the hospital for a relative to visit and they’ve scheduled space for you later this evening.

“You’ll be going under the guise of Frederick Jones and are his son. Until then, we have a room available on one of the lower floors where you may keep your things for the time being and freshen up after your flight. Abe here is going to escort you there and will be present in order to provide you any assistance that you may need during your time here in the States.”

               “Thank you, sir. I appreciate everything that you’ve done in order to assist Kingsman.”

               George waved his hand, dismissing the thanks. “Nothing that I’m sure you wouldn’t mind providing for us if we were to ever find ourselves in need over in the UK.”

               “Understood.”

               Eggsy turned and followed Abe back through the doors and to the elevator. Several people rushed past with small documents and there was quiet chatter throughout the room. It was a much different atmosphere compared to the one back at Kingsman, but not at all unwelcome. He couldn’t help but wonder what the other floors were hiding within this large building. They’d be stupid to not have the whole place to themselves, but Eggsy couldn’t even begin to imagine if there were any large weapons stored further down. He’d just have to wait and see. If what he’d already experienced was anything to go by, the Statesmen would prove to be useful allies in any case.

[coreytravelogue]

Burnaby (Home), BC - March 27, 2020

By this point of the year I was not expecting or wanting this but then I think the same can be said for maybe 90% of the world’s population but I feel as though 2020 may be predestined for me to maybe not travel this year or to just have a harder time getting around than usual.

It started with being stranded in Newfoundland as we all know, I got back to Vancouver so that is all well and good. So how have I been since? Where have I been? Why am I providing an update if I am not traveling?

Well I write here mainly when I am traveling, I have an adventure to tell or if i am in the middle of an adventure right now and I just want to just talk it out in words on my computer.

To answer the first question in all honesty I am in decent spirits despite being in self isolation, in a way I have sort of been prepared for it for a fairly long time. There are draw backs to this whole thing to flatten the curve of corona virus but all things considered given how things have gone for many people I am pretty fucking lucky so I don’t really have any right to complain. i have about 2 weeks worth of food stored, I haven’t needed to hog any toilet paper since I have usually kept a pretty decent supply as is most of the time prior anyway and I can work from home and still collect a paycheque. The thing that sucks the most is I won’t be able to travel and honestly I have been able to travel at all this year, I guess that sort of answers the second question but it is not entirely the corona virus’s fault.

I was originally supposed to go to Edmonton in mid January to see a friend, watch a hockey game and go to the water park. I had to cancel that due to work stuff, disappointing to say the least but at least I was able to get a refund out of much of it.

I was hoping to go to Victoria in February however due to being stranded in Newfoundland i had the choice of using what leave days I had left on it or have it taken out of ‘next fiscals’ or basically take it out of my flex days off since I work an extra hour every work day in order to get a extra day off every two weeks. Suffice to say I didn’t have a flex day off in February so no trips.

There was hope with maybe going to Victoria this month but as you can tell the pandemic makes that hard which leads to what was going to be the two first big trips of the year for me.

I was planning on going to Ottawa/Gatineau during my Easter beak which I often try to make it 5 days off instead of 4 using my flex day off but at this point that ain’t going to happen. The reason why I wanted to go to Ottawa is mainly to Jayne hat statues and explore my country’s capital in a way I never did before. I have been to Ottawa a couple of times, my Uncle John used to live there and we now and then drove through Ottawa but often never to really see the sights but to either pass through or just stay at his house I never really got to see the place. I mean I got to see Kanata as a teenager but only because we went to see a AC/DC concert there which was my very first true concert.

May has often been reserved for going north; 2018 I went to the Yukon and last year I went to the Northwest Territories. While I was really hoping to go to Alaska since Nunavut is way too hard and expensive to get to, Alaska proved to be way too expensive for me as well and I was planning on going to Portland instead which would be a significantly cheaper and easier trip and still allow me to scratch something off my scratch map of the world. However with both Ottawa and Portland this pandemic has basically forced me to cancel those trips indefinitely.

Bad news is I don’t get my money back in cash, goodish news is I got credit with both WestJet and Air Canada to use for when this pandemic is lifted, that is if it is lifted before the end of the year. Even if it does that doesn’t guarantee WestJet and Air Canada despite holding a monopoly over Canadian skies and getting bail out after bail out still survives this whole ordeal.

So I have been nowhere int he last 3 months which will probably extend to the next 5 months or more. To me I think we are living in adventurous times. An adventure in that I think this is a pretty good test for humanity to re evaluate what is important in their lives right now and maybe figure out who actually has their back right now.

I won’t get political (shocking I know) but you know what in a way I am not going to lie I am actually enjoying this self isolation. Now don’t get me wrong I do not enjoy seeing friends, family and people in general lose their jobs over this pandemic, I don’t enjoy people dying over this either. However if there is one thing I have learned over the past few years it is that you can only worry about the things you can control and you have to make lemonade out of lemons because you have to get something out what you are dealt with.

Today is my first flex day in self isolation and i plan on working on stuff I purposely neglect because i have always found chores or just doing the useless shit to be more ‘important’ though I want to work on the actual stuff I am working on. What I want to work is creative stuff. The teenager version of me would be utterly disappointed with how I am these days. As a teenager doing creative shit was second nature; writing fiction dude I can write 30 pages in a Saturday (whether it was good or not is another story), AMV making bitch please I made 69 AMVs from 2000 to 2005 while most couldn't and wouldn’t even get to 10 within 10 years. Mind you whether any of my AMVs were any good is up to debate. However why was teenager Corey able to do all that? Well because he spent most of his time AT HOME. Yeah he had a part time job and school but outside of that teenage Corey had no social interaction of any kind for the most part at this point. So when I think of this self isolation bit I know teenage and even child version of Corey would have a field day with this. Easy peasy lemon squeeze and chug that lemonade! 

Looking back I feel like teenage Corey probably had less time to work with but still made the most of it. School from 7am to 3pm, work from 4-6pm, homework from 6-10pm unless there wasn't very much but that would often mean only 1 or 2 hours of actual free time and maybe Corey just wanted to game or watch a movie. 

Fast forward to me now where I get up at 5:30 am, 6:30-7:30am i bike to work, 8am to 5pm I work, 5-6:30pm I bike home. From 6:30 to 9pm have free time yet I do nothing. It is more complicated than that as I have other things and people in my life that require and deserve my time however I got full weekends to do it and yet I don’t because I fill it with often useless chores. I guess long story short is I dont feel like i have made better use of my time like I did as a kid and I feel like this self isolation thing may be a good way to force me into getting into the habit of being creative again.

So with that let the day of creating being, I got a novel and an AMV to finish. 

Stay healthy, safe and creative out there people! Shazbot nanu nanu