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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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I want to say a massive thank you to the queen of smut @miss-celestia13 for helping me with the smut part of this chapter if you haven't checked it her writing you need to do it now it's the best.

⚠️ This chapter does contain a lot of sexual content ⚠️

Chapter 6

MC and Jake had slowly started to get to know each other. they had been spending more time together and they had talked about finding a place to live. Cleo knew of a place that they could check out; it was in an apartment block not far from the center of duskwood. The place was perfect for them. The kitchen and living room was one big room; the master bedroom had an ensuite bathroom. Across from the master bedroom was a small bathroom with toilet, sink and shower.

The spare bedroom was perfect for Jake's computers, he did jobs every now and then for the FBI when they couldn't catch someone. Phil and MC were going through the divorce process and Phil had slowly started to move on. He had met a woman called Willow they had been dating for a couple of months. The divorce went as smoothly as it could whenever couples get divorced. "MC do you think that we could stay friends? I'll understand if you don't want to" Phil looked down at the ground waiting for MC to reply. "I'd really like that Phil you will always have a special place in my heart" they both shared a hug and went their separate ways walking away from each other.

Moving day had arrived Jake and MC were moving in together, both didn't really have much so moving in was easy. Dan told them about a furniture place that had a sale on so they could get some furniture. "I can take my work van that way you don't have to wait for delivery" Jake put his arm around MC kissing her on her forehead. "Thanks Dan that's a great idea" Dan patted Jake on the shoulder and they headed out to pick some new furniture out.

"Come on MC let's go pick out a sofa while Jake picks out a desk" Jessy took MCs hand and went over to the sofas. "There are so many to choose from, they all look so comfortable" MC went from sofa to sofa she finally decided on a grey sofa with black cushions. After writing down the order number they walked over to the beds followed by Jake who was ready to help MC test the beds. "I can't have you testing them alone baby" Jake gave MC an evil grin she knew what he was thinking. "Let's pick the bed and put it together first" MC playfully tapped Jake's arse. Giving him a cheeky grin.

After their shopping trip they got everything they needed, thankfully the kitchen already had a built-in cooker and fridge so the only things they needed were the essentials. After a whole morning of putting furniture together it was time to chill out on the sofa. "Let's order dinner, i'm too tired to cook '' MC fell down on the sofa followed by Jake he took hold of MCs hand and pulled her towards him for a cuddle. "What do you want to order?" MC thought for a moment before deciding on her favorite. "Let's order Chinese" a smile spread across Jake's face at MC saving what she wanted. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and pulled out his phone to order some food.

MC cuddled herself up to Jake while he ordered the food, she couldn't help but smile. She was truly happy for the first time in months when Jake was by her side. "I love you Jake" Jake wrapped his arms around MC and kissed her forehead. "I love you to MC I always have and always will" MC felt the heat rise up in her cheeks as they turned slightly red. "You know we still haven't tested the new bed out yet" Jake looked at MC with a grin spread across his face. "food first then we can test the bed out" Jake kissed MC on the lips soon it turned into a heated make out session they got disturbed by a loud knock at the door. "Erm MC could you maybe go" MC looked at Jake with a puzzled look then she glanced down she noticed the problem "sure I'll go answer it" MC got up off the sofa giggling as she went towards the door.

She closes the door, the food in hand and takes it to the kitchen, he’s behind her every step and when she puts the food on the counter he presses in tight against her back, nippint and kissing her neck as his hands slide around her front and tugs her into him.

She feels just how much he wants her and wriggles her ass against his crotch. MC turns and says “I thought you were hungry”, “I am, but not for food.” She turns around and his hands slip down to cup her ass and squeezes before he lifts her clean off her feet and perches her on the kitchen counter, crowding in between her split thighs and kisses her hard, stealing her breath as his hands bury into her hair to pull her even closer like he’s trying to crawl inside.

When he lets her breathe, she looks at Jake lust in his eyes “the food will get cold,” but she’s not actually caring anymore, she just likes to play with him. He says, “we better hurry then.” And pulls her down from the counter before taking her hand and leading her to the stairs. MC giggling, blushing and trembling with excitement and a little bit of nerves. It takes them a while to make it up the stairs as he keeps stopping to push her against the wall and kiss her stupid, they undress as they climb the stairs.

A kiss, shirts come off, another kiss, jeans unbuttoned and trousers unbelted. By the time they reach the bedroom they’re both panting and desperate as they shuck off their remaining clothes and stare at each other. Nothing between them now but air and tension so thick and alive she can feel it rubbing against her skin. His burning eyes trail over her body, feeling like a physical touch that has liquid lust dripping down her thighs before he pounces and grabs her.

First times with someone new and that you really like can be very fast, intense and rough. All grabbing, snatching, clawing hands. Biting, sucking, dragging mouths over overheated sensitive skin. Sweaty skin and desire pooling and burning, firing them up. Basically a complete possession and they’re just acting on instinct and want. There can be awkward, funny moments as they trip up the stairs trying to strip clothes without letting go of each other. Stumbling as her knees go weak and legs turn to jelly.

Jake parts MCs thighs giving him access to her wet pussy, his tongue dances over her folds teasing her as he licks her pussy moans escaping from her mouth. He flicks her clit with his tongue driving her insane with his touch. She could feel all her walls starting to break as he moved his tongue up and down her wet pussy. "J-Jake i-i'm close" MC gripping onto the sheets "cum for me baby" MC lost all control cumming hard in Jake's mouth. "Mmm you taste so good baby" he started to circle her hole with his fingers. She was a wet mess just begging him to slide his fingers inside her.

As he slid his finger into her wet pussy hole Jake started to play with MC's hard nipples; they were like two rocks waiting to be played with. Jake slid another finger into her pussy hole moving them in and out at a fast pace driving MC to the edge. She quickly cum all over his fingers taking every last drop from her hole. He pulled his fingers out and put them inside his mouth taking every last drop from his fingers. MC managed to sit up and take hold of Jake's cock in her hand pushing him down onto the bed.

Her tongue grazed the tip of his cock causing some pre cum to come out and run down his cock. MC was quick to lick every last drop of cum up with her tongue. She moved her tongue up and down, licking his cock. "Fuck that feels so good" moans escaping Jake's mouth as MC took his full length in her mouth her head moving up and down. She could feel his hot thick cum run down the back of her throat. She took her mouth from around his still rock hard cock and moved her hand up and down.

While her hand moved up and down Jake reached over and started to finger her pussy hole. She let out moan after moan Jake hitting her g spot each time he banged his fingers back into her. "omg!! Jake, I think I'm going to…" before MC could register what was happening she did something she had never done before. She squirts all over Jake's fingers, her legs shaking as she tightens around his fingers cumming hard. Jake pulled his fingers from her soaking wet pussy. He flipped her onto her back and put his hard cock into her pussy.

MC let moan after moan out of her mouth as Jake pounded her. Everything he was doing felt so goddamn good she never wanted this feeling to go away. Jake lifted her legs up putting them either side of his head as he fucked her hard. MCs hands traced over her nipples playing with each one she ran her tongue over her left nipple. She could see how it was driving Jake crazy; she switched to the other and did the same. Jake started to increase his movements, MC letting out screams and moans. She loved the feeling of Jake's dick deep inside of her pussy.

"Fuck me harder Jake I need this so bad" Jake responded and did as MC requested and fucked her so hard. "I'm so close don't stop" Jake smirked at the hot wet mess that MC was. "don't worry baby I don't intend on stopping" MC bit her lip as Jake pounded and pounded into her pussy. "FFUUCCKK" MC cummed all over Jake's cock his fingers on her clit as she cum again and again. He moved his fingers over her clit as she cum and squirts everywhere. Seconds later Jake cum deep inside of MCs pussy filling her up when he took his cock out a little bit of cum came running out of her pussy.

Jake fell back to the bed both a hot sticky mess sweat running down their bodies as they lay trying to catch their breath.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #i will always love you #i will find you #my heart belongs to you

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lenjaminmacbuttons · 9 months

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@writersstareoutwindows oki so werewolf eats cereal, while the name is fun, is...considerably less fun than the rest. basically, it's using daisira as a vent about self-harm and disordered eating. it's fun at the beginning for a second! but then it's not. i still really like it though and really hope to finish & post the whole thing someday.

“Put that back.”

Daisy looked Basira in the eye, not even bothering to affect a pleady face, and added another chocolate Easter bunny to the shopping basket.

“I am not paying for those.”

"It's on sale." Daisy wiggled a third box. "Feel it. Near on six pounds of chocolate for a quid."

"I know for a fact you need to be on a strict diet to rebuild your muscle mass."

"Can't I rebuild all the fat I lost, too?"

"I'm not cleaning up when you scarf it too fast and get sick all over the toilet."

"Yeah, you will."

She put the box in the basket with the most pleased-ass little smile Basira had seen since the last time she took Daisy shopping. Basira rolled her eyes. Arguing further now would just make her look more the fool later.

"Don't worry about it," Daisy teased, nudging Basira with her shoulder as they meandered down the aisle. "Next time, I'll pay for it."

(less fun but more tasty bit under the cut. content warning for the aforementioned self-harm and disordered eating.)

Basira crossed to the fridge and pushed on Daisy's chair. "You're letting all the cold air out."

"That's not how that works," Daisy mumbled, but she acquiesced to scoot forward and let the refrigerator close. Its humming quieted abruptly.

Uncomfortable in the sudden silence, Basira pressed her back against the fridge and tried to focus on her other senses. Touch of cool metal on her fingertips. Scent of milk and grain and sugar, and Daisy’s skin. Sight of Daisy's skin. Almost all of it was familiar, from the great old starburst to each freckle and mole to the flowery tattoos across her shoulder. She'd gained some new scars in the Coffin, too, and some marks that Basira knew would heal in time if she managed to leave them alone instead of picking at everything she could reach. Basira let her gaze drift down Daisy's forearms. Some of the straight marks there were decades old, souvenirs of a fraught, angry youth. Others were newer. A couple almost looked fresh.

Not that Basira had any right to say anything about them.

"It's a good thing you're getting those Institute checks," Basira said lightly, slumping into the adjacent chair and folding her arms. "Otherwise you'd eat me out of house and home."

Daisy lifted her spoon, and Basira realized it was actually a soup ladle. "D'you want?"

"I'm kidding. Eat all you want. Not like I'm gonna."

"Oh, shit, is it--" For a second it looked like Daisy was going to get up from her chair, but then she paused, brow wrinkled. "Wait, no, it's before sunrise. Nevermind." She sat back. "And it’s...April right now. Yeah? And Ramadan’s May this year."

"I'm not fasting. Just not eating."

Another second. Daisy looked at her. She looked at her cereal. She dropped her shoulders, caved in, took another ridiculous bite. She was pouring the cereal into her mouth like a toddler, just with a dash more grace. Less spillage.

Basira tapped her fingers on her bicep. When Daisy moved her arm, the beads of dried and drying blood there caught the light, shimmered. The cuts were fresh.

"Did you take my boxcutter?" Basira asked as monotone as she could.

Daisy swallowed, closed her eyes, and lowered the ladle. Her face was pointed at the ceiling almost restfully. She didn't nod or say yes, but she didn't have to.

After what felt like a very long time, Daisy said, "There were three full days where nothing moved. And I know that for sure because I counted. Out loud, long past my throat drying completely out. I whispered the numbers. Seventy thousand fifty eight, seventy thousand fifty nine.”

Her shoulders caved deeper, and the ladle sank like a lost oar against the boat of a bowl’s side.

“I had my arm in this crevice,” she said, curling her fingers, “my hand felt completely crushed, one knee was stuck up by my face, one twisted stuck somewhere else. I reached a hundred thousand and I didn't stop crying until fifty thousand more. Two hundred thousand and I knew it was never gonna move again. Don't know why I kept counting after that, but...at two hundred sixty thousand and eighteen, I heard somebody else scream and the rocks started shifting, and I. Wailed.”

Her fingers formed a fist.

“Just...shouted and cracked and croaked. And I guess to punish me for having a bit of relief, this wall fell and scraped my forehead open.” She pointed to one of the more heinously-picked scabs, a garish scuff the size of a thumb right above her left eyebrow. "And that pain and that blood coming down over my eyes was the warmest, wettest, most alive thing I felt until Jon found me.”

“How long was that?” Basira asked.

Daisy shook her head. “Long time. I didn’t count anymore after that.” She took a deep breath through her nose. “Anyways. That’s my excuse. So what’s yours?”

#talkyllama #authorllama #tma #daisira #writersstareoutwindows #tankyou again for askingggggg #i really love this fic. i really really wanna finish it lol #someday!!!

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Break In The New Year ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

GENRE: Friends to lovers, New Year’s Eve, Non Idol Au, angst with a fluffy ending

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of house being broken into, heartache, and police cells 💕💕

"I would owe you a big favour, we already went through this. You can hold it over me for the rest of my life." You tugged on Yoongi's arm as you walked through the supermarket together, begging for him to do you yet another huge thing for you. Yoongi had been your roommate since you were in college and you both continued to be roommates even after graduating and getting jobs. Moving in together was the best decision either of you had made since you knew each other for such a long time it made sense.

"You already owe me from the last time I did something for you." You rolled your eyes at him before jumping up to reach for the box of corn flakes that were on the top shelf, always on the top shelve. He was talking about how you'd gotten him to go to a family event with you so you wouldn't be the talk of the party and he would be instead.

"Then I'll owe you double, you don't understand Yoongi-" When he reached up for the box for you you stopped talking and thanked him for it placing the box into your trolley.

"They're like the bitches of Eastwick," He finished off what you were going to say since he'd heard the story about your co-workers a billion times from you. It was the truth though, the three of them were evil, whenever they got together you swore they were planning the end of the world.

"I told you that one already?" You laughed nervously while following along behind him to the next aisle, he was pushing the trolley this week since the week before you had an "incident". Which he brought pleasure in bringing up every time you whined about not getting to push it.

"I still stand by the fact that the trolley rolled on its own." You folded your arms over your chest like a child earning a chuckle to come from Yoongi as he raised his eyebrow at you turning to his side as he picked up some toilet roll for the apartment.

"The trolley, which you were pushing, rolled on its own into a rack of wine with you hanging on the back of it and shouting-" Yoongi stopped still as he lifted up his hands into the air and shook them as if he was trying to do jazz hands.

"Whee look at me, so much fun, so much fun!" He mocked in a high pitch voice to which you threw a roll of kitchen roll at his head bouncing off and ending into the trolley.

"I don't sound like that," You pouted at him walking around to the next aisle when you saw someone from work walking towards you, fortunately for you it was one of the nicer females on your office floor. Always trying to be pleasant with you and everyone around her, even she hated the three bitches of Eastwick on your floor. Everyone hated those three though, you didn't even think your boss liked them if you were being honest.

"Y/n? Hi!" You smiled at her walking with Yoongi as he looked at you with an expression of 'who is it?'.

"Hey Dawn, Dawn this is Yoongi. Yoongi this is Dawn from work. She's one of the IT girls." You smiled at Yoongi to let him know that Dawn was friendly and he reached out his hand to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n talks so much about you. Roommates in college, roommates again. You must be very close." Dawn was being friendly with Yoongi so he smiled at her and joked about it with her,

"Very close, I'm secretly blackmailing her to stay with me really." He teased as you walked towards the freezer sections to buy food you would both need at the home.

Once you were out of the supermarket Yoongi looked at you,

"I'll go. But you owe me big. Huge." He told you as you began shutting the boot of his car, turning to look at him you smiled at him innocently. All of this was to get him to come along to the New Year's Eve party that your boss was throwing, it was a huge party that would be thrown on your office floor. They did it every year and every year you were alone which was why you were begging Yoongi to go with you this time.

"I don't like when you smile at me like that, y-you look creepy. Stop it." He begged you but you smiled even wider before wrapping your arms around his neck and giggling like a possessed doll as you tried to get him to do this for you.

"Thank you Yoongi!" You yelled gaining the attention of couples in the parking lot who were all giving you weird looks as Yoongi tried to get away from you trying to pull his body away from yours but you kept your grip on him.

"It's a date-" Yoongi told you before cutting himself off, he looked at you as he began to turn a slight pink colour at the thought of taking you out on a real date.

"I'll be your fake date. Dawn told me how the Bitches of Eastwick all slam you for never having one." His words came out in a stutter but you knew what he was trying to say and do for you so you thanked him. Unwrapping your arms from around his neck and smiling at him,

"You're a lifesaver. You have my soul until you decide to use your favours." You promised him, taking the trolley back over to the trolley bay leaving Yoongi to start up the car trying to calm down his brightening cheeks.

"No funny business either, you have to dress nice that night. It's an office party but everyone's going all out." You told him once you were back in the passenger seat beside him, he knew he'd agreed to this but now he was hearing more about it he wished he hadn't.

"It's a New Years Eve party, it's not as if we need to go all out-" He stopped talking when he saw the sad look on your face, he'd always found it hard saying no to you whenever you gave him that look and you knew that. It was like looking into a puppy's eyes whenever they were begging for food and it made him think of Holy back home. He reached out to cover your eyes with one hand,

"Stop playing that to your advantage, it's not fair. I'm not dressing up in a suit just for a party!"

"I'm dressed in a suit for a party." He grumbled a week later when he was standing in the apartment living room in his tux, it was an all-black piece with a black bow tie to match. He brushed his hands down the fabric as he stared at himself in the huge mirror above your fireplace.

"You look great, shut up." You muttered from the bathroom as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup, you wanted to look nice since there was going to be a photographer on-site snapping pictures of everything. It was true though, Yoongi looked sexy...Not that you would ever tell him that to your face you would be too embarrassed to.

"Right, Bitches of Eastwicks, names!?" You called out as you slipped into the pair of silver high-heeled shoes you'd gotten to go with your dress. This was a test to make sure he could perform well tonight as your fake date.

"Blonde one is Flair, Brunette is Mina and then the one with dyed blue hair is Claire?" He looked over at the bathroom door when he heard it open and his mouth almost dropped to the floor upon seeing you. The red dress you were wearing was a high-low one with lace sleeves just off the shoulder and then the rest of the dress was multi-layered with tulle, and a satin lining.

"What? Does it look bad?" You panicked to yourself, looking down as you ran your hands over the fabric but Yoongi shook his head. He hadn't seen you this dressed up since it was your graduation night and even that was just a pair of jeans and a fancy shirt - which you'd stolen from him.

"You look great...S-Seriously, you look...Wow." He was at a loss for words as he continued to look at you, it was just something you'd picked up in a sale shop. It was almost 50% off so you knew it had to be the dress for tonight, you could never afford the real thing in your lifetime or the next.

"Good...T-That's er...That's great." You both turned tried to ignore the awkward tension that was lingering in the air. The thing was you'd had a crush on Yoongi since you were in your first year at college together but he'd never been interested in you that way before. Deciding to go for other girls around you rather than you so you forced those feelings deep down inside of you. Yoongi, in turn, doing the same thing when he thought you didn't like him either.

"I'll drive," He grabbed his keys from the coffee table in the living room and began walking out towards the driveway.

Neither of you had discussed what this fake date evening was going to entail so when you got to the office Yoongi took over everything acting as though he was your boyfriend. He wrapped his arm around your waist while you did your best to ignore the tingling sensation it sent throughout your body. He kissed your cheek whenever someone would look at you both and spin you around as you walked across the dance floor.

"Let's go get a drink," He whispered to you as he made his way through the crowds of people, all of them dressed up just like the two of you were. Some even more extravagant - as if they were taking it as some kind of competition.

"Y/n?! Is that you?!" Yoongi felt your whole body tense up as soon as someone screamed out your name, all eyes working their way onto the two of you as you stood at the drinks table. Taking in a huge deep breath you prepared yourself for the fakest smile you could manage.

"Flair!" You cried out in almost a higher tone than hers, Yoongi's grip on you tightened as he turned you around to face Flair, from what he'd heard he was expecting someone old and mean looking but that wasn't what he was met with. As soon as he turned to look at the blonde mouth fell open, even more so then when he'd seen you at home. The dress you were wearing was on Flair's body only in black and with more beading, on the top half of the dress, she'd clearly had it altered. Your stomach sank upon the sight of her in it, every cell in your body turning against you and telling you that she looked better in it than you ever would.

"Oh look! We're matching," She said condescendingly as she moved closer to you, one of the worst things about Flair was that she faked her niceness. She would act as though she was your best friend, mimicking her digs at the way you dressed or looked as though they were nothing but playful banter between two friends.

"Oh wait, yours isn't the same. It looks like you got yours at a sale," The tag! You'd completely forgotten to take the tag out of the back of the dress and your heart began to thump against your chest at the thought of people seeing it on you and laughing about it but it was too late.

"Ah, my fault. I forgot to remove that for her when I bought it." You looked at Yoongi with tear-filled eyes mentally thanking him for at least trying to save you from embarrassment, everyone around you was starting to giggle and chuckle amongst themselves.

The tag was removed so Flair moved onto something else to dig at you for as she always did with everyone around her,

"Did you do your makeup? I just love this shade of red you have on your lips," Your hand raised to your lips as you tried to hide it from her, whenever she said she loved something it meant she hated it. You'd worked with her long enough to know exactly what she did and didn't mean when it came to things like this.

"You must be her date, Yoongi was it? Dawn told me all about you." Dawn hid behind her own date as Claire and Mina pushed you to stand behind them while they interrogated Yoongi. Who didn't look scared in the least and was smiling bigger than you'd ever seen him smile around you before. It was just like college all over again when he would find other girls to be with.

There was an hour to go until Midnight, Yoongi was walking over to you after spending most of his night with the bitches of Eastwick all of them laughing so loud you could hear them over the music blasting through the speaker beside your head.

"This is great! I can't believe you think Flair hates you. She loves your dress, hair and makeup tonight. She's even going to take you out for breakfast one day next week." You smiled falsely at Yoongi who was feeding into all of her lies, it happened with every guy who came into contact with Flair. At this point, you were starting to think that maybe she was a witch and could put a spell over anyone she wanted to. Deciding you didn't want to put a damper on his night you played along with it,

"Sounds great, is that for me?" You asked as you pointed at the drink in his hand, he stared down at it before shaking his head at you.

"No, I grabbed it for Flair. She's going to give me a tour of the building-"

"I can do that if you want to see it." You told him as you got up on your feet ready to take him wherever it was he wanted to go but a panicked look spread across Yoongi's face.

"No! Flair said she'll do it. She knows the lay of the land better, she's been here a lot longer than you have Y/n." And just like that, he left you alone by the speaker to overthink everything that was running through your head. Did he forget that he was supposed to be pretending to be your date? Did he forget that Flair was one of the few people you hated in this world? Dawn slowly made her way over to you with a drink in her hand holding it out to you in an offering and sign of peace.

"I have a blabbermouth," She whispered as she slid the drink into your hand, you smiled weakly at her shaking your head. Flair, Claire and Mina had their own way of bringing out that side in people though. People always found themselves spilling secrets or gossiping along with them just so they could feel like they were a part of something with them, just like high school when people would try to fit in.

"It's alright, we've all been there." You whispered to her before downing the drink she'd given you and rose to your feet once again wanting to get out of the room for a while. Clear your head and just get some air,

"Going to go to the bathroom." You told her as you began making your way out of the office and towards the ladies on that floor.

30 Seconds to go until midnight and you were still rushing around to try and find Yoongi, Claire and Mina were both with their dates on the dance floor chanting out the numbers of the count down. Someone claimed to have seen Yoongi up on the roof so you were sprinting up the two flights of stairs that lead to the roof exit, you'd just hit the top flight when you heard the chanting of numbers.

"10!" You were starting to breathe heavily as you continued to go up the final flight,

"4!" You whimpered as you pushed the huge door open until to then hear fireworks exploding, for a second you looked up at the night sky to look at them but your whole world came to a crashing halt when your eye went down to see Yoongi kissing Flair. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she let out a small whine. A noise left your throat as you tried not to cry but the tears were already beginning to stream down your cheeks as you turned to leave before either of them could see you up there. You needed to get out of the building before he could question where you were.

"Fuck," You croaked as you made it into the elevator on the floor where the party was, you smashed against the buttons trying to get it to move faster before sinking onto the floor. Drawing your knees in against your chest as you sobbed into them, wanting nothing more than to get home to your apartment and be left alone to cry the night away. There was nothing reasonably for you to be upset or jealous over but Flair knew what she was doing. She'd heard Yoongi was your date and decided to go against it all and kiss him anyway. Then there was Yoongi. Kissing someone you viewed as your enemy, someone he knew you didn't get along with. Your heart was starting to clench every time you thought about them kissing the scene on the roof was something you were never going to be able to erase from your memory no matter how hard you tried to get it out. Tears continued to roll down your cheeks as you reached the bottom floor, couples were making out everywhere you turned so you walked around with your head hanging low.

The walk home from the building wasn't that far so you didn't have to worry about a long journey but you just worried about how dark and late it was. You'd tried to get a cab but since it was New Year's Eve everything was pretty much booked out leaving you to walk home in the dark.

The whole way home you felt as though you were being watched, someone following behind you in the shadows but you put it down to being paranoid over it being a holiday. But something didn't sit right with you, there was a pit in your stomach but not the same kind you'd gotten when seeing Yoongi with Flair this one was different. It was like you knew there was something wrong but you didn't know what it was or had any idea what it could have been so you just picked up the pace of your walk. Trying not to jump every time a firework would go off or a drunken idiot would scream at you from across the road. You did your best to keep your composure as you reached your street.

The nagging feeling inside of you didn't stop when you got to your apartment but that was because when you reached your place the door was ajar.

"For fuck sake Yoongi," You muttered to yourself as you pushed the door all the way open and kicked off your heels. He was always the last one out of the apartment and always forgot to shut it and lock it properly. Putting you both at risk, tonight you didn't have it in you to ring him and tell him how much he fucked up.

"Fucking idiot-" You stopped whispering to yourself as soon as you walked into the living room, it was now clear what the nagging feeling inside of you was. The apartment was completely trashed, it was clear that someone had broken in and was looking for something. The TV was missing, the coffee table and mirror were completely smashed up along with a bunch of other stuff from the kitchen. Taking out your phone you walked through to the kitchen to see if anything had been taken and a bunch of kitchen appliances were missing. The drawers and cupboards open and everything inside smashed against the floor, you tiptoed back to the living room calling the police trying not to step on any of the glass that was on the floor.

"Hi, I need to report a robbery," You spoke into the phone as you worriedly looked around the living room.

"Can I take your name and address, please? Are you alone in the house or is someone still there?" The thought of whoever had done this to your apartment being inside hadn't crossed your mind until now and your anxiety began to pick up. Your heart raced against your chest as you glanced around not knowing if you were alone, surely if someone was in the house they would have made their presence known by now.

"I don't think so, I-I think they left-" There was a floorboard upstairs that creaked so you began to whisper to the lady on the phone telling her the address and name for the house while you tried to make your way out of the apartment without whoever it was that had broken in finding you.

Before you even made it to the front door someone came up behind you and grabbed you causing you to squeal and drop your phone on the floor. The operator began yelling but you couldn't hear what she was saying,

"LET GO OF ME!" You screamed out kicking back as hard as you could but whoever it was had the strongest grip imaginable on you as you tried to fight them off of you but it was useless.

"Fucking bitch!" A low voice growled as they dropped you onto the living room floor into the pile of glass that was below you after you bit their hand that had been covering your mouth.

"HELP!" You screamed out hoping that one of your neighbours would hear your cries and come to your rescue. You began crawling to get out of the way but the voice boomed out,

"Fucking come here!" Their voice was as deep as thunder which was scary enough, they grabbed onto your ankle as you tried to crawl away from them, you screamed as they dragged you along the class and into their grasp before they hit you over the side of your head-turning everything around you into black.

When you finally came to again there was a police officer calling out your name as they helped you up from the floor,

"You're Y/n, you made the police call?" You glanced at the officer and nodded slowly, your head felt as though it was on fire and the entire room was beginning to spin. A medic on-site began cleaning up your head, applying a cold compress to your skin.

"Yeah I made the call," You stared at his name badge and then back up at him. Officer Jimin. He had blonde hair and was writing down something in a small pad. The medic left you alone and went outside of the apartment.

"We found you on the floor, did the person who did this attack you? Did you get a good look at them?" You shook your head, whining out as you did so not wanting to move your head any more than you had to.

"Headache?" You hummed in response to his question and he sighed not wanting to put you through more any stress than you'd already been through.

"Do you have anyone you can call to go and stay with?" The thought of calling your mother terrified you, she'd told you not to move into the city with Yoongi so calling her and telling her the place was broken into wasn't an option. Yoongi was no doubt busy with Flair so you shook your head softly,

"No, my roommate isn't available." You mumbled as you got up from the sofa and looked around the whole place was a mess, you didn't know if you would be allowed to stay here or not.

"Well we're still doing some investigating but I can take you back to the station and have you in police custody for now. It won't go on your record, just somewhere to keep you warm and safe for the night," You didn't have the energy to fight him on it nor did you have anywhere else to go so you agreed to go with him to the police station. Provided you could grab some clothes to change into first.

The next morning Yoongi finally woke up in Flair's apartment with one of the biggest hangovers he'd ever had to nurse back to health but he bolted out of her place and headed for the nearest shop. Grabbing the largest fizzy drink he could find and began walking back to your apartment, all he wanted to do was get into the apartment and have a bubble bath but when he got to the street people were staring down at his apartment.

"Yoongi dear! You're okay?!" He frowned when one of his neighbours, an elderly lady Mrs Park, asked if he was okay. Of course, he was why wouldn't he be?

"I'm fine, I went to a party. What's going on? Where's Y/n?" The small lady began shaking her head as they watched a police car drive down into the driveway. The whole world seemed to slow down as he saw another cop car making his way onto the scene.

"Not sure, I woke up this morning to sirens and police tape, when I asked what happened they just told me to move." Another van passed by them and this time Yoongi could see the words "crime scene investigation" written across the side of it. His heart sank as he began racing towards the tape, dropping his bag onto the floor as he just sprinted ignoring the police yelling at him to stop.

"You can't be in here," An officer said as he looked up from the floor, Yoongi stared down at where he'd been looking to see blood on the floor. Bits of your dress was shredded everywhere,

"W-What happened?! Where's Y/n?!" His voice was cracking and going up in pitch as he stared around for you, you would have called him if something had happened right?

"Relax. Y/n is fine, she's in police custody while we investigate what happened here. You are the roommate that was busy last night?" The way the officer said that he was "busy" annoyed him but he grit his teeth and nodded along with him not wanting to get into trouble with the officer,

"Yeah, I'm Yoongi. Can I see her?" The officer shook his head,

"I need to ask you some questions before I take you down to see her. Where were you last night?" He rolled his eyes, he knew that it was their job to investigate every leady possible but what was the point in questioning Yoongi when he already had an alibi.

As soon as Yoongi walked into the precinct his heart sank and he began to feel heavy with guilt as he realised none of this would have happened if he had been with you like he was supposed to have been. You were sitting at a desk with a female police officer going over everything that had happened the night before, there was a bruise on your lower eye and a huge band-aid on your forehead that looked as though it needed changing since it had blood on it.

"Y/n!?" He yelled out, you glanced up at him and without smiling, you went back to talking to the police officer in front of you ignoring Yoongi as if he wasn't even there right now you didn't want to look in his direction.

"What happened to her?" Yoongi questioned Jimin as he was walked over to a separate desk.

"She walked home alone, found her apartment broken into and the assailant knocked her out after finding her in the house. You're lucky she isn't hurt worse than she is," Jimin grumbled as he began to write down Yoongi's night, taking note of every name he was giving to him. Yoongi did he best to remember exactly what time he got to Flair's apartment and what time he woke up so he could be in the clear.

"Y/n..." You glanced at Yoongi who was now sitting beside you in one of the staff rooms of the precinct.

"How was the party?" You asked him as you looked into the cup of coffee you were drinking, it tasted worse than anything you could imagine at this moment in time but it was the only coffee they had.

"How's your head? Did you see them?" You shook your head at him as you looked down at your hands, trying not to tear up at the thought of whoever it was being in the same house as you and hurting you.

"I should have been with you, I'm sorry." He dragged you into his arms but you didn't fight it. You rested your head against his chest as you sobbed silently into his ribs, listening to the way his heart thumped against his rib cage.

"I never should have left you alone at the party." Thoughts of where he'd been all night began to creep into your mind and you felt yourself getting jealous all over again but you bit down on your tongue as you fought the urge to say something about Flair.

"D-Did you go to Flair's?" You questioned, pulling away from him and getting up from the small sofa to bin the crappy cup of coffee you were drinking.

"Yeah. Nothing happened." He told you quickly, you looked over your shoulder at him.

"Not that it has anything to do with me. You're an adult Yoongi you can do what you want." You turned back in front of you and began looking into the vending machine for something to eat,

"Y/n..." Yoongi breathed out as he got up from the sofa and made his way over to you, his hand was resting on your waist. Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of him touching Flair the same way the night before.

"We're not a couple Yoongi, it doesn't matter to me who you go home with or who you make out with on the rooftop of my office building." You turned around to face him to continue your rant when his lips were on yours. Finally, after 5 years in college and then another two in your apartment, he was kissing you deeply. Your arms naturally wrapped around his neck pulling yourself closer to him while he smirked against your lips,

"I went back to her apartment to cool down...I'd been drinking a lot since I wanted to kiss you at midnight...I kissed her on the roof because I was too intoxicated to try and find you." It was a dumb excuse he knew that and he could tell by the look on your face that you were thinking the same thing.

"I never should have left you alone...If you give me another chance and let me take you out on a real date. I'll make it up to you." You bit down on your lip as you stared into his eyes,

"I don't know..." You lied, trailing off your voice as you pretended to think about his office. He growled pulling you closer by the arms wrapped around your waist.

"You still owe me favours, this is me cashing them all in to take you out on a date." He whispered to you as he leant down to kiss your lips again.

"After we get the apartment back...A-and get new locks and a security system." You whispered to him as you kissed his nose, he nodded at you. Leaning forward and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Deal," He whispered against you lips before kissing you deeply once again.

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Home Ch.2

The domesticity of living with an alien who hasn’t quite had the chance at a normal life.

Distant Lands sequel.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

The door in front of you is red.

The two of you are standing outside the entrance to, er, what the both of you will now be calling home. It’s.. a strange feeling. You’re excited to be here. And although you’re eternally grateful for the crystal gems for taking you in when you needed it, you’re also happy to be starting a new chapter in your life.

Pearl should’ve had the last three of your boxes brought up already for you, as you didn’t really feel like doing that all yourself all the way up to the 9th floor if you’re honest with yourself. Your body is still pretty sore in general, especially your legs.

You watch Spinel pull keys out of her pocket and go for the door.

"Why weren't those in your gem?" You ask as she fumbles with said keys in hand. "I didn't even know you had pockets.."

"Sometimes I forget." She furrows her eyebrows, a bit of her tongue peeking out as she squints, trying to get the key into the deadbolt right. It's kind of comical. "Don't act like you're expecting me to lose 'em already."

"Eh." You shrug, and watch her struggle for a couple more seconds. "Did you want help with that, orrrr,"-

She opens the door, interrupting your sentence with an enthusiastic whoop, and you can see the formidable stack of boxes in the small living room. You take one last look at the long sprawling hallway and the many, many doors on this floor and wonder what your neighbors are like.

"Are 'ya gonna just stand out there or what?" She says from inside the doorway. Looking a bit further down the hall, you can see that one of the doors has several strange notes taped to it - as if there's some sort of weird neighborly interaction going on there.

One of the other front doors opens just as Spinel wraps her hand around your wrist, and she nearly yanks you into the apartment. She slams the door shut behind you almost forcefully.

"You're not even gonna let me introduce myself to the neighbors?" You say, like you had any intention other than to snoop a little. Spinel fixes you with a look. It makes you feel a little giddy when she looks at you like she’s full of impatient affection, which makes you want to be a little obtuse on purpose.

"You can do that later." She folds her arms in slight irritation that you can definitely see in her eyes. "I've been wanting you alone for what feels like weeks now."

"You're a little dramatic," You walk further into the living room, taking note of the small deck outside the sliding glass doors. "It's only been a few days, and we've texted."

“I’m not, and you and I both know that it ‘ain’t the same.” She says from behind you, following you closely. You’re pretending you have no idea what she’s talking about.

You take a peek inside the small kitchen, and you love it. It’s cute. Gems don’t need to eat or store food, but these particular apartments have small amenities in place, as well as a bathroom and bedroom just to keep up with building code. You think it’s kind of hilarious that regular city ordinance gets a say in how aliens should build things, and you kind of wish you were present for the meetings that Bismuth had to have had with them.

You open the fridge, and realize nothing is in there. Oh, right. Of course. You don’t know what you were expecting.

Closing the fridge door, you feel a presence next to you and turn to realize that Spinel is RIGHT there. Like, maybe six inches from your face.

“What,” You say, feeling your heartbeat pick up a little. She’s watching you expectantly, as if she’s waiting for something. “Am I not allowed to check out our place? You’ve already been here for the last few days.”

She takes a half step closer, and grabs your face with the both of her hands to kiss you.

Ah.

Her lips are soft.

You won’t lie, you’ve been thinking about her like this on a constant feedback loop ever since the both of you confessed your feelings.

You exhale out your nose and tilt your head enough to deepen the kiss, and she hums against your lips. She slides down one of her hands to the small of your back, and presses you flush against her, almost possessively. Your face heats up a little at the lack of space between you two.

Your phone dings twice in your pocket, and Spinel makes some kind of displeased sigh against your mouth as if you were even going to answer it. One of your hands finds its way to the side of her face, and you trail it over to the edges of her hairline just to touch more of her. She leans into it automatically. Her hair is soft to the touch, and you wish you could run your fingers through it.

The hand on your back is searingly hot through the shirt you're wearing, and you can only focus on that and the sensation of her lips on yours.

Your phone dings three more times, and Spinel growls impatiently, and well, that certainly doesn’t do anything to you, no sir.

She pushes you against the fridge, and you’re extremely embarrassed about the groan that comes out of your mouth - she doesn’t seem to care because she’s kissing you a lot more forcefully now. It’s like she can’t keep her hands off you.

“Spinel,” You pull away to breathe, lips wet. She goes right for your neck.

“What?” She hisses against your skin, and you shudder. A gloved hand slides up your shirt.

“I should probably run to the store for a grocery trip before it closes, there’s no food here and I’d like to eat this week.”

She pulls her mouth away from your skin, and your neck feels a little exposed.

“Can’t we do that tomorrow?” She sighs, giving you another look.

“If I wanna starve tonight, sure.” You reply, deadpan. It's not like you actually want this to stop..

“Uggghhhhhhhhhh FINE.” She rolls her eyes, and removes herself from you like it’s the worst thing to ever happen to her. “But we’re continuin’ this later.”

“You mean I’M continuing this later,” You poke her right in the gem, and she glares at you. Her cheeks tint a darker pink, and you find yourself grinning. “If I have anything to say about it, anyway.”

“Is that a challenge?” She replies, lowering her eyes at you in a way that makes the little hairs on your neck stand up.

“Maaaaaybe.” You side step her, walking back towards the living room before you decide that actually yeah, maybe fucking her in the kitchen is a great idea right now.

“I hate the tone you’re using.”

“Why, does it make you nervous?” You open one of your boxes of clothes, looking for a sweater to wear out. A specific one. The one with the strawberries on the front.

“No, you’re just smug.” She says, and you bark out a laugh.

You can’t find the sweater you want, which means you put it in a non-clothing box, or you left it at Steven’s. Ugh. Actually most of the clothes you’re rifling through kind of smell weird even though they should be clean. You shrug, coming to the conclusion you’ll also have to do laundry tonight.

“Do we have a washing machine?” You ask her. She looks at you a little confused.

“A what?”

“Y’know, like for washing my clothes. These smell funky and I’d like to wear something tomorrow.” You open one of your regular boxes, but it’s just filled with books. Many, many books.

“Oh! Yeah, Bis mentioned something about there bein’ one on the first floor. Although, I wouldn’t exactly mind ‘ya not wearing anything tomorrow.” She grins, canines shining in the low light of the apartment.

“I’m not walking around naked, idiot.” You sigh at her, trying to keep your blush at bay. She’s so blunt with her affections now that you don’t really know how to deal with it. “Let’s just go to the store and get it over with.”

You grab your bag, making sure you have your wallet on you, and the both of you head out the door.

Spinel locks the door behind you, and the both of you make your way back down to the base level via elevator.

There’s a nearby market that’s still open for the next two hours, and the two of you end up walking there as it’s only a couple of blocks away.

You look over at the neon sign saying ‘Open’ with the hours listed, and can see quite a few people and gems inside. Eugh. You were kind of hoping it wouldn’t be busy at like, 7pm, but here we are.

“I hope this won't take too long,” You head inside, Spinel trailing next to you. “I don’t even think you have toilet paper, so I’m gonna have to get quite a few things.”

“Toilet paper?”

“Exactly my point.” You look around, seeing the cash registers at the front and the produce section immediately to your right. It’s.. a little loud in here.

Spinel is looking around in curious wonder, staring pretty hard at some of the sale display signs with obnoxious print.

You grab one of the carts off to the side, and make a beeline directly for the toiletries section, because you don't want to forget anything like you usually do.

"Hey! Don't leave me behind," You feel a hand grab yours, Spinel jogging briefly to catch up with you. "Why are 'ya being so fast? We've got time."

"Sorry, stores make me a little anxious when they have quite a few people in them," You narrowly avoid a few teenagers joking loudly and passing next to you. "I hate busy places."

"They ain't so bad. It's kinda lively." She replies, squeezing your hand.

You pass four different aisles until you get to the one you're aiming for, having to maneuver around a couple gems that are in the way. You catch one of them looking pointedly to the hand you're holding with Spinel, and you try to ignore the way it makes your stomach lurch a little.

You hate shopping.

You stop your cart in the toothbrush area, because you might as well get a new one as well as some toothpaste.

"Ooooooooh." Spinel reaches out beside you, grabbing one of those sonic kids brushes with all the lights. "What does this do?"

You grab what you need, throwing it in your cart and looking at your girlfriend (even just referring to her like this inside your head makes you unbelievably giddy) who's.. intensely studying the characters on the toothbrush. She presses the button in the middle, and the whole thing lights up and starts playing music. Her eyes go wide.

"Is this some 'kinda torture device?" She pokes the spinning bristles, eyebrows shooting up inquisitively. She then presses it against her face, and her reaction to it is immediate unpleasantness, and you laugh at her.

"It just cleans your teeth, weirdo." You grab it from her, turning the annoying music off and placing it back onto the shelf. "Although, I bet I could find a way to torture someone with it."

"Let's test it on Peridot." She grins, eyes a little gleeful.

"Do you really want to try her? See what she's capable of?" You ask her, trying to stifle your laughter.

"Oh, jeez, 'ya probably right. Pretty sure she'd tie me to a chair and make me watch reruns with her." She answers disdainfully. “Maybe Lapis, then.”

“If you want to drown, sure.”

She continues to peer at the many kid’s toothbrushes on this shelf, and you walk a couple feet over to grab shower supplies. You toss a couple more objects into your cart, nabbing a pack of toilet paper as well and tossing it in.

“What’s this?” You hear her ask, and when you turn to glance at her she’s got a bottle in her hand. It looks like some ibuprofen or tylenol.

“Painkillers. Toss that in the cart will you?”

“It.. kills pain?” She stares at the bottle. “Why do humans need doctors if they have this?”

“They only temporarily ease pain. Mainly for headaches and a sore back and stuff.”

“You meatbags come up with some weird stuff, there’s so many different types..” She grabs another couple bottles, squinting at them and them placing them back on the shelf.

“Yeah, well us meatbags had to create solutions to make our lives a little less awful.” You roll your eyes at her terminology. “Not that I’d expect a fucking rock to understand.”

“A fucking rock,” Her mouth is agape in offence, and she crosses her arms in a huff. It’s so fucking cute. “At least I don’t gotta eat.”

“You could. I bet you’d liiiiiike it.”

“Yeah I’m ‘gonna pass on that one.” She scrunches her nose, as if the thought is wholly unappealing. You want to laugh.

“You liked sex.” You say bluntly, giving her a knowing look. She sputters, cheeks turning a much darker shade of pink.

“Shut upppppp! We’re in public, Y/N!” She glares at you, and you can’t stop yourself from grinning.

A couple turns their cart into the aisle you’re in, and you decide to say nothing further.. For now.

You push your cart out of the aisle, Spinel instantly grabbing for your hand again. You like that she just does it whenever she wants to.

You’re in the refrigeration section, and there’s a couple people here much to your displeasure. Some lady is loudly talking on the phone with one of her kids on speaker, and you glare a couple daggers her way even if she can’t see it.

Side-stepping a gem, you grab a block of cheese and some butter and you’re looking at the eggs when Spinel scoots right up to your side. She places her chin on your shoulder, and watches you open a carton to check the contents. The gesture has your heart doing a couple flips inside your ribcage.

“What ‘cha doooooin?” She inquires quite cutely, and you realize this probably looks weird to her.

“Trying to get a full, non cracked container of eggs.” You state. She grabs one from the open container you’re looking at. “Careful, only the outside is hard. The inside is kinda fluid-like.”

She squints at it in her palm. “That sounds disgusting. You eat these things like this? ‘Aint that crunchy?”

“You don’t eat it raw, normally.” You shoot her a quick look, and she’s looking at the egg like its existence disturbs her. “Most people cook them or add them to other things for consistency. Stop being so judgemental.”

“I’m not being judgemental..” She mutters, placing the egg back into your carton. This one’s got an egg that looks like it’s about to crack so you decide to put it back on the shelf. The woman talking on the phone near you howls out a laugh. “That lady sure is ‘annoying.” Her breath tickles your neck, and you hold back a shudder.

“Yeah, I hate people like her. It’s fucking rude honestly.” You mutter back, grabbing a different carton. The last three had eggs missing, weirdly enough. Are people just taking single eggs and sticking them in their pockets? “Like how hard is it to just place it against your ear? Why do the rest of us give a shit about what you’re eating for brunch tomorrow?” Spinel chuckles, vibrating against your shoulder. “I ever tell ‘ya that you’re amusing?”

“No, but I’ll remember that next time you call me unfunny.” This carton has all eggs intact inside, so you place it gently into your cart.

“Psssshhh.” She replies, and you move over to grab a half gallon of milk. You open the door to where all the milk is refrigerated, and Spinel makes a weird noise of disgust. “What the fuck is that? Why’s it white?”

“It’s just milk.” You give her a look. “And it’s white because of the proteins, chill. It comes from cows.” You point to the cow on the carton of 2% you’re buying. “Fucking judgey-ass gems..”

“That animal is in there??” She makes a face. “You guys are so weird.”

“No, idiot,” You laugh, trying to not lose your shit at her conclusions. You point to the udder. “They produce it, it’s not their flesh. Humans can do it too..”

“Can you do it?” She stares at you strangely.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You say, not wanting at all to elaborate on this and she barks out a laugh. You put the milk in the cart.

You’re in the bread aisle trying to figure out what kind of bagels you want, and Spinel is.. deeply studying the colorful bag clips hanging off the display strip on the side. You hear her grabbing the package and snapping the clips like crab claws, and you can’t help but snicker a little to yourself.

She doesn’t seem to notice when you wander off to the other short bread aisle, because there's a few more options here that you want to look at. You missed bread so much that you’re feeling like you could eat all of them.. So you grab three different kinds to toss in the cart.

“Y/N?” You hear shuffling from the other aisle, and the rising panic in Spinel’s tone. “Where’d you go..?”

You walk back over to where you left her, and she looks slightly stressed out. She makes eye contact with you and visibly relaxes immediately.

“Sorry, I was just grabbing something from the other side.” You say to her, and her hand shoots out to grab onto your arm. “I wasn’t going to leave you, if that’s what you’re worried about..”

You raise an eyebrow, and she rubs the back of her head, embarrassed.

“Sorry, I know it’s irrational.”

You move your hand to lace your fingers with hers in comfort, palm fitting nicely against it. She seems a little taken aback with your gesture, but she doesn’t say anything by it.

“It’s not irrational.” You squeeze her hand, and seeing no one else around you, you lean in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N!” She hisses, looking around the aisle frantically as a small blush forms on her face. She places her other hand against where you kissed, like it’s somehow sacred. “In public?!”

“It’s not like there’s anyone around to see,” You can’t help the grin forming on your face. The lines on her cheeks look a little bolder with how flustered she is, and honestly? If you could pepper her face in kisses right now, you would. You’ve got this overwhelming amount of affection you’d like to give her, with nowhere to put it. Not until later, anyway. “God, you should see your face. It’s cute.”

“Will ‘ya shut up?!” She pointedly looks away from you, and you laugh. “I’m not cute.”

“I’ve got loads of proof that you are, but okay.” You give her hip a little bump, and her face looks back to yours to shoot out a glare that you’re not intimidated by in the least.

“Yeah, like what.”

“You know..” You trail off, and lean in close to the side of her face. You whisper something to her about the other morning, and she chokes, face going completely red.

“I’m going to KILL you one of these days, Y/N.” She retorts, avoiding your eyes on purpose. You give her another nudge, and you can see her try desperately to stop the grin forming on her face.

“Let me at least finish shopping,” You reply, grabbing your cart to swing around to get a few more things on your mental list.

It doesn’t take that long to get the other staples you need, and before you know it you’re standing in line at checkout. You start placing your items on the belt once the other customer is finally paying, and you watch Spinel as she hilariously just tosses the items out of the cart and onto the conveyor. Ahhhhhh yeah you knew she wasn’t exactly graceful, but still.

“You find everything you need?” The cashier makes small talk with you, as you see her eyebrow raise at Spinel’s heart-shaped gem. Said gem seems utterly fascinated by the clerk’s bagging speed.

“Yeah.” You politely answer, grabbing for your wallet as you watch the total rise. You maybe need another job, ugh..

Spinel raises an eyebrow and looks like she's about to say something asinine, so you step on her foot lightly to shut her up.

She yelps a little, and glares at you. You stifle a snicker, finishing the transaction so you two can get out of here.

Once you're done, Spinel makes the effort of just placing the bags of groceries inside her gem conveniently, so you don't have to carry anything the short distance home.

You don't give yourself the chance to relax much though because as soon as you get home and the groceries are put away, you've left Spinel to unpack your stuff as you go do a quick load of laundry.

The elevator dings and you're on the first floor again, hamper in hand. Opening the door to the communal washing room, you see several units here. There’s no one else around, and you’re so glad for that, honestly. Now you can look at memes in peace.

You fit all your clothes in one load thankfully, and you lean against the machine in wait after you fill what you need with soap. The wash cycle shouldn’t take too long, and you’ll go back upstairs briefly to help your girlfriend after you leave it on the drying cycle. You’re maybe in here alone for five minutes when a man and a giant basket of laundry comes in grunting. It’s another human.. You try not to stare too much.

“So, you live here?” He turns to say to you after dumping half his clothes in the machine in front of him. Of course he’s chatty.

“Yeah. Just moved in today.”

“Sweet, another human here! Now I won’t have to feel so alone.” He replies, swiping his brow lightly. He’s a bit older than you with some dark facial hair, and you don’t know how to say this.. He’s just extremely nonthreatening. “I live up on the 5th floor! Convenient for me since I work nearby, and the rent is so cheap..”

“How long have you lived here?” You ask, typing out a reply to Steven’s messages from earlier.

“A few months. It’s not as quiet as I hoped, gems are a bit on the wild side sometimes but everyone’s friendly!” He grins, pouring soap into his machine. “My boyfriend thinks it’s too loud, but he doesn’t pay the rent so he can’t complain. You live here alone?”

A boyfriend, huh? Maybe you can be friends with this guy.

“Nah, I moved in with my girlfriend.” You state, and the man just kinda stares at you for a moment, as he’s putting two and two together, realizing you’re the only two humans in the building.

“Are you dating a gem?” He asks a little apprehensively, and while you think you might be a little offended if someone else asked this way, the look on his face makes it obvious that he’s just extremely curious. “What’s that like?”

“Yes, and uh.” You stop, not knowing exactly how to answer, and the man barks out a laugh at the look on your face.

“You’re the only human I’ve ever met that’s dated a gem. I’m so telling my boyfriend, he’ll freak. He might have a buttload of questions for you next time I see you. Name’s George, by the way.” He holds out his hand in greeting.

“Y/N.” You take his hand to shake it, and the two of you talk for a little while as he asks you a few probing questions.

After ten minutes or so, your load is done and you put it in the dryer, saying your goodbyes to your new human neighbor.

On your way back upstairs, you manage to bump into a gem right as you turn to the hallway into your apartment.

“Oh! Pardon me,” The gem apologises, looking up from their cell phone.

It’s that same Rose Quartz from earlier.

“It’s you!” She says, slightly taken aback, but nonetheless pleased. “What do you happen to be doing here?”

“I live here.” You give her a small smile, and you notice her eyeing you up. Uh.

“That makes me very happy to hear.” She says in a way that kind of makes you a little nervous?

“Well, it’s nice bumping into you here, I’ll see you around!” You make quick for your door, and she watches you the entire time, smile on her face.

It gives you a bit of the heebie jeebies.

You slam the door behind you, and Spinel’s excited face greeting you immediately puts you at ease.

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duchessfics · 4 years

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Midnight Disclosure

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Billie x Fem!Reader x Audrey

Requested by Anon: hi! i was wondering if you could you write some fluff for billie x reader x audrey? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i’ve gotta a lot of tough stuff going on and on top of that the world is going crazy, so my mental health isn’t doing very well. maybe r feels like a burden and doesn’t really talk about her mental health or problems because she doesn’t want to bother anyone so she avoids billie and audrey. you are one of my absolute favorite blogs!! take as long as ya need writing this!! ☺️💕

Warning(s): Mentions of anxiety and depression, description of a panic attack, Mentions of Covid-19

Summary: On the eve of current world events, the reader is overwhelmed but doesn’t want to bother her girlfriends with personal struggles. However the truth eventually emerges and they offer support in a way that she hasn’t experienced.

Word Count: 4347

A/n: Tbh, I’m a little nervous to publish this just because I know Covid-19 is everywhere at the moment and it’s frightening. But I thought this could help with those of us who may feel overwhelmed or are struggling to fight inner demons. I am fortunate enough that even though I’m currently laid off from work I am in a relatively stable environment. And my heart goes out to everyone who is struggling right now.

With the time I have now I’m trying to write more and publish some content where if nothing else you can get an escape for a couple minutes. I’ll also be reposting others’ works too. If you are struggling know that I care about you and am willing to listen even if you just want to be anonymous. Wherever you are in the world I’m sending positive thoughts/vibes/prayers your way. 💖

“Y/n, darling!” Billie calls out from the kitchen.

In response you get up from your spot on the couch and walk over to where she is. When you enter the luxurious kitchen, the medium gives you her million dollar smile and curls her finger in a beckoning motion, showing off her fresh set of acrylic nails—cherry red of course.

You smile back, cheeks warming as you come within close proximity. Then she leans in and pecks your lips before asking you, “Were you busy, sweetheart?” You shake your head and ask, “Why?” Billie takes a step back and picks up a slip of paper off of the countertop while replying, “I wanted to ask if you could run out and buy a couple things we need?”

You take the list from her and scan over the items before returning your gaze to her chocolate brown eyes and asking, “Is Audrey around to come with me?” The blonde gives you a sympathetic smile and lifts one of her hands to cup your face before she answers, “She’s rehearsing her lines for the next couple days of work. And I have a conference call with a couple of producers in ten minutes.”

You look down and nod in understanding, but feel bummed that you’ll be going alone. However Billie uses her hand to guide you to look at her before soothing, “When you get home, Audrey and I will give you something special. Ok?”

The way she smirks at you makes your ears burn and a small giggle slips out of you before you reply, “Ok.” Her hand falls away from you and she gives you another brief kiss, letting her plump lips press against yours a little longer than before. Then Billie says with a wink, “I’ll see you later, babygirl.”

You tell her goodbye and gather your purse and keys before walking out to the multiple car garage. Then you climb into Billie’s “old” sports car. In reality, the car isn’t that old, but she bought a new one and has basically given you this one. You climb in, turning the car on with a low growl and speed off to one of the local grocery stores…

You assumed this would be an easy in and out task, however as you pull into the parking lot it is jammed packed and you struggle to find an available parking spot.

Maybe...there’s a really good sale? But you have never seen the supermarket this busy.

Finally you find a space to pull into and step out of the car, list in hand. While walking towards the entrance, people pass by and have their shopping carts filled to the brim with cleaning items, toilet paper, canned goods, and water. Beyond the stuffed shopping carts, you also notice that each person’s facial expression is tainted with worry.

In the midst of looking around, you nearly get run over by someone pushing their cart towards you. Luckily you back up out of the way with a gasp as they say on the phone, “They’re running out of everything. I’ve never seen so many empty shelves. You better come here soon or it will all be gone.”

Without you consciously realizing it, your heart rate has increased and you take shallow breaths. But you look to the ground, trying not to notice the numerous other people around you.

You can do this. You only need three things: eggs, milk, and a bottle of Audrey’s favorite brand of fruit juice. No big deal.

But when you enter the bustling building, a small whimper escapes your throat when you see the massive line of people checking out. Each cart is packed with items and the employees rush around trying to appease the masses.

You don’t realize you’re frozen in place until someone brushes past you, letting out an annoyed huff.

Maybe you should get more? You could call Billie—except she’s in a conference call. Should you call Audrey? She’s working too. You can just grab a couple extra things. Deep breaths. You can do this.

You grab a shopping cart and wipe the handle with a sanitizing wipe before beginning to navigate through the packed aisles to pick up the items…

By the time you return to the car, your breath is stuck in your throat and your eyes smart with tears. You manage to unload the grocery bags of items into the car’s trunk before you get into the car and break down into tears.

Yes you bought the three items. But in your panicked state you also filled your cart like everyone else. And you weren’t fast enough to even get any toilet paper or sanitizer. Why do you always fail when it’s most important to perform well?

Your hands shake in fear and you know you just spent much more than you intended, but you’re so scared. Everyone is rushing around and things are flying off of the shelves so you panicked. As you cry and gasp for air, the thought crosses your mind to call your girlfriends.

But they’ve never seen you like this. And you don’t want to bring them down. They’re so busy right now. You don’t want to burden them with your irrational thoughts. So you do your best to pull yourself together on the drive home.

When you pull into the garage and turn the car off, you make yourself take a couple deep breaths, collecting your emotions enough to get past them. For now you only pick up the three items you were sent out for and leave the rest to bring in when they’re gone. You were out for at least an hour, but hopefully they won’t notice.

You walk in to see Audrey pacing the length of the kitchen while listening to someone on her phone. She huffs and crosses her one arm over her chest, not giving you more than a stiff smile and honestly, you’re grateful.

You slip off your shoes while she scoffs before arguing, “I don’t see why we are considering not filming at this point. I have been thoroughly rehearsing this role and have plenty of auditions and other projects after this.”

Meanwhile you hear the news playing in the background from the living room.

As she keeps pacing, you quickly put the items in the fridge, listening to her continue, “We’re already behind on production. If we don’t keep going now this will be a complete loss for everyone involved. Yes, I’m sure that I would take that risk to finish filming.” You silently leave the room and peek your head into the living room where Billie stands with her back to you smoking a cigarette while watching the news.

Before you can get any more anxious, you clear your throat and softly murmur, “I-I got everything on the list. I’m just going to lie down and rest for a bit.” She lets out a puff of smoke before partially turning towards you, but her eyes remain on the TV as she mindlessly replies, “Alright, thank you, sweetheart.” By the time you finish mumbling, “You’re welcome.” she’s back to watching the news. So you back into the hallway, your shoulders sagging as you hear Audrey’s frustrated words and the news.

Once you make it to the bedroom, you shut the door behind you and make a beeline for the bed. Then you flop back on it, letting out a sigh.

However, you shoot back up and mutter, “Shit.”

How could you be so stupid?

You rush over to the bathroom and turn on the sink tap, wetting your hands before scrubbing them with soap. After humming happy birthday to yourself two times you rinse your hands and dry them off, just finishing when your phone rings.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you pull your phone out of your pocket to see it’s your sister. So you press the answer button, sitting on the edge of the bed as you say, “Hello?”

She greets you before asking, “Have you been watching the news? They’re saying the coronavirus is spreading especially quick in LA.” You let out a sigh, trying not to panic again as you answer, “Yeah. Things are pretty chaotic, but I just went grocery shopping so we should be good.”

In response she warns, “Just be extra careful. This whole thing is getting worse and worse. Try not to go out.” You assure her you won’t and tell her you love her before saying goodbye. Then you fall back against the bed and snuggle under the covers.

Maybe a nap will help you.

But just as you get into the foggy daze of sleep, your phone dings. So with a groan of annoyance you pull out your phone to see your mom texted you,

Did your sister call?

You quickly reply, Yeah. Then you toss your phone out of arm’s reach before burrowing back under the covers.

However, your phone dings again, interrupting your quiet time. Maybe if you ignore her you can just text later. But after hearing 5 more dings, you toss the covers back with a groan and pick up your phone. That’s when you see your mom has texted you five times.

She’s really concerned about you in LA.

I don’t know if you’ve been watching the news, but this is all they’ve been talking about. Everyone’s saying they’ve never seen a global pandemic like this.

And LA is one of the hot spots. Did you go out and get essentials? Think through what you’ll need for the next couple weeks and go fast. It may all be gone soon and who knows how long it will be sold out.

Also try to do some things even when self-isolating. We all know how you get in situations like this.

Are you reading any of this?

Your eyes well up at that last text. Maybe you are just a burden to the people around you.

Before she decides to call, you sniff and swipe away the tears that threaten to fall before texting back,

Yeah. I got stuff today.

As soon as you send it, the message says read and three dots show up on the screen. Your stomach clenches with nerves as they continue to bounce. You are positive that she’s going to send you a long message and sure enough a wall of text appears:

Don’t let yourself sleep these days away. Spend time cleaning the house. Exercise. Read that book I sent you. Don’t spend all day on your phone. That’s a complete waste of time. Don’t stay up late at night. Eat healthy, keep a regular schedule. Do some knitting. Spend time cooking. Go outside. This is not a time to stay in your pajamas and watch TV all day. Don’t fall into bad habits because of a lack of self awareness and self discipline. If you do this time will be incredibly disappointing and wasted. These are just a couple small things. I love you and only want what’s best for you.

By now you feel that earlier heaviness resettling on your chest and the pressure of her words just feel like too much right now. So you turn your phone off and set it aside before sliding under the covers and succumbing to the darkness…

At some point you must fall asleep, because you’re awakened by a soft, British voice saying, “Y/n, darling. Are you awake?” You shift under the blankets and they get slowly drawn back to reveal Audrey smiling down at you as she comments, “I don’t know how you fall asleep with all of those covers pulled over you. You’re like a little mole.”

Your eyes squint as they adjust to the light and you shrug your shoulders, still feeling quite drowsy. But her face gets serious and her eyes narrow before she asks, “Is something wrong? You look upset.”

Your heart clenches as you realize how your eyes probably look puffy and irritated. Luckily, you come up with a quick excuse, saying, “It’s just my allergies. They flared up for some reason.”

Her disposition goes back to normal and she nods in understanding, making you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. Then she says, “Well, I came in here to tell you that dinner is almost ready.” So you assure her you’ll be out in a few minutes and freshen up before joining your girlfriends at the dinner table.

As the three of you eat, Billie says, “I was talking to my producers and it looks like we’ll have to delay filming after this trip.” You feel guilty for being relieved, but can’t contain the small smile that forms on your face when the medium looks at you. She smirks back and purrs, “I wonder whatever I will do with all of the free time after that?” Your cheeks heat up at her insinuation and she gives you a wink, leading you to look down to hide your grin.

However, the moment is broken by Audrey stating, “Well I still plan to travel and film. This whole thing is ridiculous.”

Your smile fades at her words and Billie looks to the actress before teasing, “Awe come on, Audrey. Don’t you want to spend time with y/n and I?” But Audrey scoffs and sternly replies, “I have worked my ass off for this role. So unless everything shuts down, I will be traveling to finish filming.”

Your eyes widen at her determination, but you keep quiet, looking down to your food. On the other hand, Billie doesn’t seem fazed, assuring her, “I’m sure it will all be fine, darling.” before she picks up her glass and finishes off her wine.

You try to finish your plate of food, but the anxiety you feel makes your stomach unsettled. All of this turmoil makes you feel like your anxious thoughts are eating you from the inside out. But you don’t say anything. Why trouble them when they have enough on their plate?

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur of watching TV and even though you sit next to your girlfriends, your mind is miles away stuck in a loop of anxiety about your girlfriends, your family, your friends, and even the world. These fears continue to run through your head and get bigger to the point that even though you lie in bed you can’t fall asleep.

The faint sound of Billie and Audrey’s even breaths is soothing and you’re happy to see them both fast asleep with peaceful expressions. Normally you don’t catch them sleeping, but whenever you do they both always look so beautiful.

Just being able to watch both women makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst. You love them so much.

The way Billie flirts and compliments you all of the time especially when you’re down on yourself. Or how she showers you with gifts and will always hold you close.

And Audrey. Sweet Audrey is always there to cheer you up and notices anytime you don’t seem to be doing well. She even did today. And if you ever question how essential you are to this relationship; she’ll immediately share how essential you are to them. If something happened to either of them in all of this—

That’s when you come back to reality and feel the tears streaming down your cheeks. Before you can get loud enough to wake them you slip out of bed and leave the bedroom. The first place you walk to is the kitchen where you get a glass of water, sniffling through your tears.

Then you step over to the living room and take a seat on the couch, quickly finishing off the water before setting down the glass. While you feel anxious enough to stay awake, your body is also worn down from the panicked state you have been in all day. So you play a game on your phone. The minimal strategy is enough to distract you and as you begin to feel your stress and anxiety fading you hear from behind you, “What are you doing out here little mouse?”

Even though you recognize Billie’s voice, you still gasp and whip your head around to see her standing in the doorway with slightly mussed hair. But she still looks breathtaking.

You look down and shake your head while muttering, “Nothing.”

That makes her brows furrow and she comes closer as she replies, “It doesn’t seem like nothing, babygirl.” Then walks around the back of the couch to sit beside you. At first you turn to look away, but Billie softly says, “Hey,” then she brings her hands up to cup your face before guiding you to look directly at her. However, her brows are slightly furrowed when she asks, “Have you been crying?”

While she keeps your head from turning away, you can’t keep eye contact as you reply, “I-It’s stupid. I’m just being dumb.” The medium gently shushes you, skimming the pads of her thumbs along your cheek while murmuring, “Whatever is bothering you isn’t stupid, y/n. And you aren’t dumb. Please tell me what’s bothering you, darling. You can tell me anything.”

While your mind scolds you for being weak right now and screams that she doesn’t really care, your exterior cracks and, after swallowing enough to feel like you can speak, you barely whisper, “I’m scared.”

Billie scoots closer, still keeping your face cradled in her smooth hands as she asks in a voice still husky with sleepiness, “Oh, honey. Did Audrey or I do something to upset you?”

Right away you shake your head and reply, “No, never. It’s just…when I went to the grocery store today it was packed with people rushing around and grabbing things.”

Then you take a deep breath before shakily continuing, “All anyone could talk about was the coronavirus. A-And I saw store employees being yelled at by multiple people. And when I was in the cleaning section there was this elderly woman looking for toilet paper—”

Your voice catches and you get teary-eyed as you whimper, “A-And the shelf was completely empty. P-People were pushing and shoving and she was just trying to pass. She looked so defeated and it—it broke my heart. That’s someone’s grandma and if someone did that to my grandma I would be so upset.”

You begin to shed tears as you continue, “Then when I got home, my sister and mother both contacted me about the coronavirus saying what I should do. Even though they were trying to be helpful I-I got overwhelmed. And just watching the news while knowing you and Audrey are traveling—”

You let out a choked sob before rasping, “I’m just so scared, Billie.”

While you can’t see her face due to your blurred tears, the medium brings her hands away from your face to gather you close to her while murmuring, “Oh, sweetheart.” In response to her warm hug, you wrap your arms around her and cry into her shoulder. Then you say between gasps, “I-I told you I’m being dumb.”

Billie strokes one hand up and down your back in a slow motion, softly shushing you while soothing, “You’re not being dumb, y/n. These are scary times. And I’m sorry we never asked about the grocery store or how you were feeling.”

After a while, you feel yourself begin to settle and merely let out soft hiccups whilst nuzzling into the bend of her neck. Her smooth, soft hair gently caresses your forehead and cheeks and she keeps quiet besides softly shushing you, holding you close to her.

You feel spent as you mumble, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for all of that to come out.”

Billie guides you to look at her and wipes away the stray tears on your sensitive, puffy cheeks as she murmurs, “You have no reason to be sorry, y/n. I sometimes forget what a kind, tender heart you have. You care about others around you so much it’s no wonder everything feels overwhelming right now. But that’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about.”

Normally people would call you a “worry wart” or just tell you to stop being anxious, but you’ve never been told that it’s due to caring about others. You do care. And being anxious doesn’t have to be bad or make you a bad person. It just took someone rephrasing what you have been feeling in a way your own brain wouldn’t allow.

You’re not the problem.

You give Billie a wobbly smile and whisper, “Thank you, Billie.” She smiles back and leans towards you, running her nose against yours as she replies, “You’re welcome, babygirl.”

You keep quiet for a moment, feeling better. However, you straighten up and while you wish this wasn’t nagging at you, you need to know. So, you ask, “Will Audrey really still travel? Or you? It seems so dangerous to travel at the moment and I don’t really want to be left alone—”

Your girlfriend silences your worries with a soft kiss before soothing, “It’s ok, y/n. All of my travel ended up getting postponed. So, I’ll be home with you the whole time.”

That confirmation leads you to let out a breath of relief and you nod. Then Billie loosens her hold on you and suggests, “You should tell Audrey how you feel.”

Her idea makes you stiffen up and you look down to the lacy hem of Billie’s baby doll nightgown as you reply, “I don’t know…she talked about working so hard for this role and I don’t want to be the selfish girlfriend and take that away from her.”

The medium chuckles, making you look to her face and she says with a smile,

“Now y/n, you know how dramatic Audrey can be at times. I know without a doubt if you told her how you feel she would reconsider. And, if nothing else, she wants to hear from you, honey.”

She has a point. You bite your lip, pondering her words for a moment before slowly relenting, “I guess I could say something to her…”

Billie’s grin grows and she gives your cheek a small pinch before assuring, “I know you can do it. And I’ll be with you the whole time.” So, you return to your bedroom, holding Billie’s hand the whole time, and when you step into the darkened room, you see Audrey nestled under the covers breathing deeply.

Billie leads you over to the side of the bed the actress is closest to. Then, with one encouraging nod, she releases your hand and you slowly climb up onto the bed. Once you’re on, you place a hand on the her shoulder, gently nudging her while whispering, “Audrey?”

She shifts in her sleep and turns to face you, opening her bleary eyes while she drowsily slurs, “Yes, darling?”

As soon as she shows any semblance of being awake you wrap your arms around her middle and pull her close to you, making her squeak in shock as you begin to plead,

“Please don’t leave LA, Audrey! Please! I know you worked hard to get this role, but I don’t want you to get sick or be separated from me and Billie. Just please stay home. I know I’m being selfish, but I love you both so much and don’t want anything to happen to you. I’ll do anything you want to get you to stay home. Anything—”

While her senses are still fogged over from sleep, she lets out a low chuckle, hugging you back before she croakily soothes, “Hey, hey it’s ok, sweetheart.” making you stop your pleas.

Then she pulls back to see your face when she asks, “You love us?” That’s when you register that you said those words.

While you haven’t said those words out loud before, you don’t regret saying them.

You nod, your cheeks warming as you look to her and shyly answer, “Yes. I-I love you, Audrey.” Then you look to Billie who still stands beside you both and say, “I love you too, Billie.”

Both women smile and Billie murmurs, “We love you too, y/n.” Then Audrey presses a kiss to the corner of your lips before huskily purring, “We both love you so much, darling girl.” You sheepishly smile and turn to face her again, sharing a brief kiss on the lips.

Then she looks to you and apologizes, “I didn’t mean to frighten you earlier. While we’ll be tying up a couple loose ends the next couple days, it looks like any further production has been delayed. So I’ll be here. Ok?” While you feel bad, knowing how much Audrey loves acting, you can’t help but feel relieved. You nod and reply, “Ok.”

Billie starts to join you both on the bed, so you shift to let her have room. However, she takes your wrist and teases, “And just where do you think you’re going, babygirl?”

You look to her smoldering gaze and slowly answer, “My side?” The medium chuckles and murmurs, “Oh no, that just won’t do. You can stay in the middle so both of us can love on you.” Her sultry tone makes you blush, and you nod at her instructions, staying put while both women move to keep you in between them.

Once you’re settled, Audrey spoons you from behind and Billie snuggles into your front. For the first time today, you feel the weight completely lift off of your chest and within minutes your eyes begin to get droopy.

Billie tucks your hair out of the way while soothing, “If you start to feel anxious again, you can always come to either of us.” Then Audrey kisses just behind your ear and murmurs, “Whatever happens we’ll get through this together, love.” You relax into their arms and nod, sleepily saying, “Thank you.” And even though you still have feelings of being worried and depressed, you begin to sense a pinprick of hope in the midst of the tumultuous unknown.

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Please remember: you matter, you’re important, and you add beauty to the world. Sending love. 💖

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Have you cuddled with someone today? No.

Can you smell anything right now? I smell my coffee.

Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No, not so far anyway. My mom will likely call to check on me later.

Do you use the toilet paper with the colourful designs on it? No.

Do you wear your hair up or down most often? It’s always up in a messy bun.

How does alcohol affect you? It made me chatty and annoying I feel like and I’d have fun for awhile, but then most often ended up feeling sad and shitty towards the end. And sometimes sick. :X I don’t miss drinking at all.

When was the last time you had a cold or flu? Over a year ago.

What was the first thing you ate today? I had scrambled eggs and blueberry Eggos.

Do you have anything more important you should be doing right now? No.

Do you still buy the paper or do you get your news elsewhere? I’ve never bought the paper. I get a lot of my news from the news app on my phone and online.

Have you ever eaten tofu and if so, did you enjoy it? No, I’ve never had any desire to try it.

Have you worn make-up today? Nope. I haven’t worn makeup in like 4 years now.

Do you ever get dizzy and nauseous when you’re extremely tired? Not nauseous, but dizzy sometimes.

Have you ever tried lemon brownies? No, but that sounds delicious.

Can you hear anything right now? The ASMR video I’m listening to.

What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork.

What colour is your toothpaste? White.

Have you taken any medication today? Yes.

Have you ever been suspended from school? Nope.

Have you ever inhaled helium? No, I’ve always been too afraid to try it lol.

Have you bought something that was on sale today? I haven’t bought anything today.

Are you a fan of Adam Sandler? I like some of his movies.

What was the last fruit you ate? There were blueberries in my Eggos, ha.

Off the top of your head how many aisles are in the supermarket you shop at? We do our grocery shopping at Walmart, there’s a ton of aisles.

Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? I’ve seen some episodes.

Have you watched a movie this week? Nope.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s from your house? Like not even 5 minutes away.

Have you ever been to a wedding? Yeah, a few.

What is your favourite kind of pasta? Spaghetti and meatballs, pesto, ravioli, and pasta salads.

Have you set an alarm today? No.

When was the last time you visited relatives? I saw one of my aunts a few months ago.

Have you asked someone for advice today? No.

What was the last website you were on, other than this one? LiveJournal hunting for surveys.

Did you ever play Habbo Hotel? No.

Do you speak any languages other than English? Only a little Spanish.

Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but I’d love to go.

Have you watched more than an hour of TV today? Yeah.

What’s your best talent? I don’t have any.

Do you know anyone named Nicole? Nope.

Have you ever had a true FML moment? Uh, yeah. A lot.

Are you considering having children right now? Nooo. I don’t want to have kids.

Do you enjoy the darkness? No.

Are you afraid of being single? No.

Do you have a new boy-/girlfriend every week? Ha, not even close. I’ve been single for several years and haven’t even been talking to or interested in anyone for the past few years.

How much memory does your computer have? I don’t feel like checking.

Do you play video games? Sometimes.

What color are your eyes? Brown. Is your hair layered? No.

What’s the closest yellow thing to you? Some of my leftover scrambled eggs.

Have you ever shot an animal? No, omg.

Do you exercise daily? I don’t at all, but I just got some little 3lbs hand weights because being bedridden and dealing with health issues has made me loose strength, so I need to start trying to build that back up. Slowly.

Can you do cool things with your hair? I haven’t attempted to in a very long time, it’s just always thrown up in a messy bun cause I don’t have the energy to deal with it. I’m going to cut it short again soon, actually. I was never good at styling hair, though.

Do you have a couch in your house? Yeah, we have 3.

Would you like to have a soda machine in your room? That would be kinda cool, ha. I’d have some sodas and some Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks in it.

Are you impatient? Very.

Would you pay someone to drive you around everywhere? Nah.

Do you think soap operas are too good to be true? I think soap operas suuuper cringe. I can’t watch ‘em.

Are you conscious of your weight? Very.

Have you ever jumped out of a window? No.

What kind of mood are you usually in? Moody, irritable, depressed, frustrated, tired, blah.

Do you have a webcam? My Mac has one built in but I’ve never used it.

Do you finish other people’s sentences? Sometimes.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? A few.

When’s your birthday? July 28th.

Do you feel important where you’re at right now? Huh?

Are you short-tempered? It takes a lot to get me angry, but not irritated that’s for sure.

Have you ever been homeless? No.

How many online accounts do you have? >> A lot? I'm not going to try to tally them up.

Do you drive through red lights? I don’t drive at all, but if I did I wouldn’t be driving through red lights and possibly causing accidents or worse for others or myself.

What sound puts you to sleep? ASMR can help with that.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a good speller? I think I am.

Do you have a TV in your bedroom? Yes.

How long can you go without sleeping? It varies, but it’s funny cause I’m sitting here doing this and my eyes are getting heavy, ha. I’m still tired. I had a busy day yesterday for the first time in over a year and I’ve been going through a lot health wise the past couple months and have been very fatigued.

How long can you go without talking? Awhile. Especially these days.

Do you currently have a job? No.

Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? No.

Do you collect quarters from every state? Nope.

Would you rather sleep all night or sleep all day? Sleep all night.

Do you hate getting up early? I’d much rather sleep in.

Could you see yourself being a bartender? Nah. Not my thing at all.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No.

Are you currently tired? Ugh, yes. I can’t keep my eyes open.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Do you like to take walks? No.

Have you ever had deja vu? Yeah, many times.

Are you a fan of anime? No.

Do you draw a lot? I don't draw at all.

Do you plan on going to college? I did and graduated already.

Do you feel at home in your own home? Yes.

Do you pay for your own cell phone bill? No. I’m on a family plan that my parents and brother take care of.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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A multi-day journal entry because it’s been a few: 03.10.21

Went for a nice walk around the neighborhood on Saturday because I felt like being outside and not at home. Found out where exactly Xan’s school is and how to get to it because I may or may not have to drop him off if Mom is scheduled extra days this month. Passed lots of houses and found out how all the nearby streets connect. Would've taken artsy pics except I forgot to take a phone with me. Met two or three tiny dogs and two big dogs at two different houses, and they all barked at me as I said hello. Oh, and one guy in a truck with tons of oranges in the back asked me if I wanted to buy some, but I declined. COVID-19, no money on me, and I don’t really like oranges all that much anyway because of the texture. Also passed by a house that was for sale with a kitchen sink that faces the front yard. There was a faucet zip-tied in its box in one side of it, and it’s the same faucet we have: Glacier Something, that detaches as a sprayer.

Getting to Xan’s school was kinda rocky for me because I was wearing my bad, thin-soled flats and I didn’t realize that there was a paved path on the other side of the wash until I got to the end at the school. Partway, I went to take off the mask because nobody was around and I needed all my depth perception, but one side broke as I did, so I spent a few minutes awkwardly standing at the end of the path as I retied my mask. Also tied my flannel shut because it’s too small to button, and it looked just a little odd with my AMBITION shirt and leggings.

Being at the school was kinda nostalgic, even though I never attended that specific one. Enough things were the same though: sun-faded signs, bike cage, playground equipment, fenced in area for the kindergarteners, portables in the back, a huge yellow field, clinking chains on the tetherball poles, and the silence of nobody else there but me.

Except, I wasn’t waiting for a parent to pick me up for once. I was there on my own free will. Other things that didn’t match my childhood include the entrance to the playground being nicely framed by four or so trees, a nice round gathering area painted like the sun around the flag pole, “welcome back” spelled out in blue Solo cups shoved into the bike cage fence, and one of the “no parking” signs by the drop-off area being scribbled out so it said “park here.” It was nice, and I yearn to be ten or younger again.

Partway through my little campus tour, it got a little windy, and I briefly thought about going home, but I ultimately decided to keep walking the same direction and circle my way back home. There’s a big dirt lot right next to the field fenced off, and then I could see the intersection that I’ve walked to the other way around before, so I headed over that way. Came across a shopping center with a bunch of stores, and looked at each one as I passed them. Was able to see inside of a dry cleaner place and look at the machines inside, but after the guy at the counter acknowledged my presence like I was a potential customer, I told him I had never seen inside one before and was just taking a walk, and kinda just... quickly walked away. The shopping center also had a Walmart Neighborhood Market, and I spotted a wild dark-haired Karen with no mask, that I felt was way to close to me. Probably three or four feet away, I don’t know. My depth perception sucks.

Rounding about the other end of the shopping center after looking at Panda Express, Denny’s, and a pizza place, I heard a familiar couple of notes come from one of the vehicles in the parking lot. The beginning notes of She’s a Beauty by The Tubes, which I almost never hear play on the radio or anything because it’s from the early 80s. Despite not being born until 2000, I know a few of their songs because my uncle is the bass player and I’ve been to a few of their concerts when I was younger.

So I started singing a bit as I was walking, and as it started getting more faint, I stopped walking, turned around, and cupped my right ear with my hand to keep listening. Pretty sure one guy looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn’t care. After it ended, or at least, I think it did, I continued on my way, the same route I use when I’m returning home from that street’s bus stop.

When I got home, Mom was out cold on her bed after the facial she did earlier. Skye later told me she never even noticed I left because she went straight to bed for an afternoon nap when she was done, never leaving her room.

I finally reset my sleep schedule enough to wake up at 4 AM on Sunday, which is good enough for me because I used to wake up then in high school anyway. I spent a while just waking up on the toilet, and then decided to do some light cleaning and picking up around the house to surprise Mom when she woke up. She never notices, but I didn’t care about that then.

After tidying up Kare’s hair accessories on the counter and finding her toothbrush still with toothpaste on it from the night before, I decided to rinse out her unicorn wash cloth sitting on the counter, and maybe clean up the toothpaste on the counter with it, but then Mom woke up from the couch. I got scared that she’d be mad I was doing stuff in her bathroom, so I snuck out to the other one. Was a little bored waiting for her to be busy with something so I could finish her counter, so I wiped down the counter of the bathroom I was in.

She tried to come in to get laundry, which startled me because I was right next to the door, and immediately spotted the unicorn cloth. She went off on me for using “something that she uses on her FACE” on the counters of all things. Briefly mentioned wiping the toilet, as if she thought that’s what I did before I walked in.

I didn’t even try explaining myself. Just stood there and let her yell. I know I got a little carried away with cleaning stuff, but like, it was soapy. It’s like Mom complaining that I used the dish sponge with antibacterial dish detergent on Roxie’s food bowls. It doesn’t make sense, but I was too tired and down on myself to care about her seeing my side.

During the visit, Skye and I stayed home and talked in our room, and I looked up that house I saw for sale. Not that nice, and currently off the market, but I found two others that I absolutely love. Kinda wish I’d had a job this entire time. Then maybe I could have enough money to put down a down payment and get one of them. Oh well.

Mom came home while the littles were still at the visit, and Skye and I both pretended to be asleep so we didn’t have to interact with her. Some of her behavior has seemed kinda... sus. I ended up falling asleep for real though, on the carpet, woke up briefly a few times, and finally got up at 1 AM.

Mom was still up, and told me how one of my old friends was trying to contact me but couldn’t because my phone was off, so I turned it back on and we talked for a while. I gave her my Google number in case my actual phone wasn’t working, and wished her a happy birthday, but she fell asleep before she saw the birthday message. Don’t remember much else of the day, except I turned in a Japanese quiz early and cleaned Roxie and her crate. Like always, cleaning took a while because I am very thorough, and because she pooped in the crate when I was washing her bowls. I had to rewash her and the crate floor, which, after last time, I now know slides TF out.

Ended it all with a hot bath for myself, which I fell asleep in. Woke up cold because half the water drained out through the faulty plug, so I ran it again, and fell asleep again. Woke up cold again, refilled it, and finally washed myself. Got out and was relieved to find Roxie and her “room” still clean, and I finished it off with her blankets and one of her beds from the dryer. I tried a new thing with the blanket where I tie one end (two corners) to the crate ceiling to almost make a tent, and she seems to like it.

Not counting the bath naps, I stayed up for over 24 hours, but didn’t realize why I was so damn tired until late Tuesday morning. Ended up falling asleep for a couple hours that afternoon, woke up for a while, and then went back to sleep at a decent time time at night, but I was woken up around 2:30 AM by Mom looking for her keys. She was panicking because March has blackout days and she’s already near her point limit, so being late could literally get her fired. She kept asking where I put them, since her purse and dealer apron were moved off of the crate by me to clean it, but I told her I hadn’t even seen them. I don’t think she believed me, because she still sounded like she was blaming me for not being able to find them.

Not my fault that you said “stop putting things on the dog crate,” and then you kept putting your own stuff on top of the dog crate, and then wanted me to clean it. Where the Hell was I supposed to put her stuff while I was cleaning it?

Skye eventually found her keys in the unlocked car, and she finally left, but was back by 4 AM because she signed the EO list. She tried to prank us when she came in by telling us she was fired, but I didn’t buy it because she wasn’t crying. Trust me, she’d be bawling her eyes out if that had actually happened.

Bringing us to Wednesday, I was a tired mess who’d done Duolingo all morning when I showed us to my Japanese lecture. I only remembered to do it because I heard Mom doing it. She’s apparently gonna learn Spanish.

I still have a few things to make up for that class, but at least I’ve finally organized my worksheets into homework packets. I’ve gone this long before remembering we own a stapler.

#Raine's daize #the tubes

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Precure Day 191

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 42 - “Rin and Karen’s Secret Promise” Date watched: 1 June 2020 Original air date: 2 December 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/FiOgssJ Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

Just a couple of gals being pals: part 2

Karen and Rin seem like an odd pair of friends. This has been pointed out before by me, and by the show itself. In a way, they resemble Nagisa and Honoka from the first series, so while they don’t share as tight of a bond as the original duo, they do have a unique closeness in that “opposites attract” kind of way. Today we’re going to explore that a little more!

The Plot

It’s now December so the girls get to decorating Natts House for the Christmas season sale. Everyone contributes in their way to make sure it looks immaculate, but they forgot to get flowers, so Nozomi voluntells resident flower experts Rin and Karen to go get some.

In Nightmare, Hadenya mocks Bunbee for his constant failure and reminds him that failures usually get the Black Paper. (remember this for next episode)

Rin and Karen arrive at Fleuriste Natsuki, only for Rin’s mom to ask Rin to tend to the shop so she can pick up the twins. Since Rin is stuck, she suggests Karen take the flowers back to Natts House by herself, but Karen offers to stay and help as well. Rin doesn’t think she’s up to the task, but Karen proves her capacity when she helps some customers while Rin is tied up with a phone order. Karen impresses Rin with her knowledge, and Rin impresses Karen with her people skills. Since they’ve been gone a while, Komachi begins to worry about them back at Natts House, and Urara fears they may have gotten into another fight over flowers. Nozomi, however, has full confidence in her decision to send both of them together and tells the others not to worry. Rin and Karen continue to work side by side, and at the end of the shift, Karen observes that Rin is really passionate about flowers, in a more tender way than herself, and tells Rin she could do this for a career. Rin admits that while she certainly enjoys helping out at the shop and playing sports, she doesn’t see them as future careers, and she has no real dream for the future. Karen admits to Rin that she’s in the same boat, even though she’s able to apply herself fully to any task, she struggles with identifying an actual long-term goal for the future. They each compliment Nozomi, Urara, and Komachi in their ability to find and work towards a dream so steadfastly. Then, Rin proposes that they make a promise: whenever one of them finds a dream, they’ll tell the other first. Karen agrees and they share a smile. Unknown to them, Bunbee is around the corner and overhears their conversation, silently mocking their shared goal.

A little later, the pair are on the way back to Natts House, each with flowers in tow, when Bunbee intercepts them, turning some falling leaves into a giant leaf Kowaina. Rin and Karen quickly transform into Cures Rouge and Aqua and start to battle the Kowaina but it overpowers them. Bunbee suggests that, since they have no dreams, they are in despair and should join Nightmare to gain more power. They rebuke him and vow to find their dreams someday. They argue back and forth with Bunbee about the validity and importance of hopes and dreams, similar to Nozomi’s fight with Despariah in episode 39, but he manages to kick them around. Nozomi, Urara, and Komachi arrive in time to tell him that their friends would NEVER fall to despair, and they transform into Precure. They kick the Kowaina a few times, but despite being a leaf, it’s very sturdy. They then turn back to the ideological debate with Bunbee, speaking of the important things they’ve learned from their friends Rin and Karen. Mint recalls the tiara that Rin made for the wedding (ep 32) and Milk remembers how Karen took care of her when she was sick (ep 34). Both instances displayed some true passion and sincerity, and it fosters a realization in Rouge and Aqua. They stand back up, newly energized by the amount of appreciation and support that their friends hold for them, and together they perform Rouge Burning and Aqua Tornado, destroying the Kowaina. Bunbee flees.

Back at Natts House, everyone admires the flowers Rin and Karen brought, but there is some latent curiosity about why they brought two different types: cyclamen and cattleya. Rin explains that they both felt two types would be better than just one, and Nozomi is happy about their choice. While the other three are busy, Karen confides in Rin that she may have found her dream, and Rin admits the same. They dance around admitting that it was the others’ strong words that made them realize how happy they felt working for others in the ways they did, and the audience is left to try to piece together exactly what their newfound dreams are for themselves. (don’t worry, we’ll get find out soon enough.) The episode closes on a shot of the flower arrangements.

The Analysis

Rin and Karen are a really fun duo to watch. I honestly do think it’s because they remind me of Nagisa and Honoka a lot. One is a short-haired working class sporty tomboy with feminine interests, the other is a long-haired intellectual from a wealthy family with absentee parents, and both are well-respected by other students. Before becoming Precure, they had little reason to interact, but now they’re friends. Obviously, the team dynamic means their friendships are different, but out of all the pairs of friends in this series, Rin and Karen bear the strongest resemblance to the originals. Regardless, I genuinely enjoy seeing them come closer, admiring and complimenting each other’s work, and opening up to admit that they don’t have dreams yet (another trait they share with their predecessors). Their promise to tell each other first if they find a dream is really sweet, and even Nozomi and Rin don’t have that kind of a friendship. I just love seeing their bond deepen here.

Unfortunately, the villain plot of this episode doesn’t do a whole lot to help, not in my view. I will always stand up for the girls standing up for the importance of hopes and dreams, which is what they’re doing here, but it just comes down to the same argument they had with Despariah a few episodes ago, or with Bloody the last episode: “Dreams are important!” “No they’re not, I’ll beat you!” until the girls prove that their friendship is actually more powerful. The kowaina is quite strange. It’s a giant leaf, but it’s as sturdy as a brick wall, but Bunbee does most of the fighting while the kowaina just stands around. To his credit, Bunbee is a pretty good fighter, with a devastating dropkick that incapacitates both clusters of girls, but fortunately everybody’s support for Rouge and Aqua inspires them to stand back up and finish off the monster. However, this episode also reinforces a running trend that’s been developing over the series, since the reform of Nightmare’s Dream Collet division: their opinion of Bunbee is in the toilet, and his constant losses do nothing to change this. In fact, this is the last time Bunbee will see the battlefield this season, as the next couple episodes will be fought by Hadenya and Bloody, and then Kawarino during the endgame. It was an alright final fight, but he didn’t use the full range of his abilities, particularly his projectiles, which would have been nice to see.

The best aspect to come out of this is that the Rin and Karen do finally start to realize their future dreams. They’re not expressed out loud quite yet, but this is also a 13 year-old series so I’m going to go ahead and reveal that Rin decides to pursue making jewelry and Karen wants to be a doctor. When you look at their past, it becomes pretty clear. Rin has had a penchant for it since she showed off the bracelet maker way back when, while Karen took her first steps way back in episode 6, when she was able to transform by realizing she wanted to help everyone. That’s the spirit she’s carried all season, and now she’s figured out how she can translate that into her goals for the future. I think it’s particularly great how it was choice words from their friends that made them realize what they love doing. Sometimes it takes that external push, people appreciating your passion when you don’t recognize it about yourself. I struggled with that for a long time, and while I knew kind of where I wanted to end up, a friend’s words definitely helped point me in the right direction. It’s good to see Precure do this, and it will be enjoyable to see how these characters grow and develop their dreams from here, over the rest of this season and the next one.

Some minor aspects I enjoyed were in the opening sequence, when they’re all decorating Natts House. Urara is trying to get position some spotlights just right on a display, because as a performer she knows how the right lighting can influence opinion. Komachi sets out a poem of hers intended to greet guests, and she gets flustered when Karen reads it. It goes:

“A holy day, a holy night. What sort of sky lies above you---... Once again, I wander in search Of you in the sea of stars this night...”

translation not guaranteed to be perfect

Also, Nuts is a total Scrooge, grumbling about how he doesn’t see the point of Christmas. Coco says the girls are enjoying it so it can’t be all bad, and Nozomi informs him that it’s a really important holiday for young girls. (Christmas in Japan is a big night for couples to spend time together.)

And the last bit is a little continuity, they use a Pinky named Clearkuman to copy fliers advertising their Christmas sale. This might be the only Pinky to recur, as it was seen doing the same task way back in episode 10. Also, I don’t think I’ve commented on the cards before that they use to summon Pinkies out of the Dream Collet, so here’s a look:

It’s just so transparently a toy, with the barcode and CARD IN on it. This is about the last chance they have to get kids to ask their parents for this big ticket item before Christmas, and then in 2 months the Rose Pact will be the hot new toy to have instead. So it goes.

All jokes aside, this was a solid episode with some characters I love spending time with and seeing grow, both because they remind me of the original pair and because they’re great in their own right. Next time, we turn our focus back to Komachi and her struggles with authorship. Look forward to it, it’s going to hurt.

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 3 kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 #YPC542 #PCD191

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How Dark Web Market Vendors Are Making Use of COVID-19 Epidemic?

The latest Coronavirus pandemic has proved to be quite beneficial for the Darknet market vendors. The epidemic has all in all, facilitated the massive sale of illicit goods in these markets without hesitation. What the vendors have been posting in these markets can be said as - almost everything from masks to stolen credit cards to narcotics and much more. Also, the payments are accepted in various forms of Cryptocurrencies.

The pandemic has made the vendors truly opportunistic aiding them to sell anything and everything that is pretty hard to get from elsewhere. Thus, over the past couple of weeks, they have been continuously exploiting the various opportunities that are provided by the Coronavirus pandemic. In this article, we have taken up the scope to describe in detail what all are being sold in these dark web net markets full-fledged and how the vendors are getting benefited in the process.

Coronavirus Cures / Medicines: As of the current condition, there is no permanent solution for the pandemic named COVID-19. Honestly speaking, there are quite a few therapeutics and vaccines that are available in the market, but none of them has proven its efficacy. The research to find out a permanent solution is still under process.

But, there have been shreds of evidence pointing to the anecdotal sphere of the pandemic that the existing drugs named “Chloroquine” (usually a medication for malaria treatment) could be an effective measure to fight with this pandemic, COVID-19. This has created a spark in public, and there have been repeated comments from the US President Donald Trump regarding the potential of the drugs. It has also been seen that there has been no regulator approval for its use.

Considering the listings in the dark web markets, for the Chloroquine drug, there are quite a lot. As the claims made by Donald Trump, the markets in the deep web directories offer a pack of 150 pills for just $500. Another website of similar content has been selling vials for only $5,000, and the vendor puts up claims of a fair price on it. What is most concerning in this matter is the amount of information provided with the listings and the listings being put up on the type of darknet markets. Almost all of the listings contain a very few to no description making it dicier creating a scam alert. But unfortunately, people are falling prey to such listings due to the fact that they are desperate to obtain the treatment.

COVID-19 Diagnostics:

Coronavirus Diagnostics has also been running short during the pandemic. The key reason as to why certain countries have been worse affected is mentioned to be the lack of comprehensive testing capabilities. So, once again the Dark net sites links vendors have stepped forward to exploit this opportunity. There have been listings offering “COVID-19 Test Strips” for as low as $92 each (starting price).

N-95 Masks: It has been found out that the N-95 masks are the crucial thing in protection from the Coronavirus to a great extent. As of the recent times, hundreds of the listings have appeared on the hidden wiki links for the N-95 respirator masks. Due to the massive demand, the masks went to the short supply, and their non-medical uses have been restricted. These masks are usually priced at $1. While the listings on the dark web link markets reveal that these masks are sold at $1.75 each, which is comparatively a low mark up on the retail prices. Compared to this, the usual e-commerce marketplaces like the Amazon and the eBay are selling the same N-95 respirator masks for $10 each.

Obviously, with this, it can be said that the listings put up on the dark web by the pseudonymous vendors can be fraudulent and that the purchasers do not end up getting what they are expecting. What these marketplaces do in order to gain more customers is to employ the vendor reputation systems so that the purchasers can review the products and provide useful insights to the upcoming buyers. Reviews for masks are few in number as they were sold for a brief period. Nevertheless, it can be said that many of the dark web vendors of these markets selling N-95 masks are well established, and star reviewed sellers. For the additional revenue stream, many of these vendors have started selling the masks along with the sale of narcotics and other illegal goods and services.

It is closely noticed, beyond the usual dark web marketplaces, a new online darknet vendor shop has also been launched that is genuinely dedicated to the sale of the masks. The vendor shop operator claims to be a wholesaler from Europe for the hospitals and believes that “Everybody including the medical employees requires an opportunity to obtain a Mask for Protection ”.

Narcotics:

Majority of the dark web vendors have taken this business seriously during the global pandemic. As for the other online retailers, it offers a unique opportunity and may give an indication of a further shift towards online commerce. Many of the .onion links narcotics purchasers will be confined to their homes due to the sudden outbreak having more of their free times with a very less chance of face-to-face transactions.

The situation has created a marketing opportunity providing “COVID-19 end of the world special offers” or “Coronavirus discounts”. Some of the listings put up on the market also have come with the title “Corona LockDown Survival Pack” having contents - Toilet Paper and Cannabis.

How The Hackers’ Revenue Models Have Taken A Soar?

The hackers have also tried their best to get benefited from the opportunity provided by the COVID-19 pandemic. Demands for certain goods and services have risen to the maximum limit, which is listed below:

Selling Credentials Yields Handsome Remunerations:

The hacking forums on the dark web directories are thriving on the significant number of stolen user credentials and financial information. The hackers are now focusing on these attack services as a large number of the remote workers are depending on the video conferencing apps and the other Virtual Private Networks (VPN). Attackers find it extremely easy to exploit the loopholes as the endpoint security at home is not as secure as that in the organizations.

Of the latest Zoom incident, over 500,000 account credentials have been sold on the best dark web websites. As per the recent investigation by IntSights’s researchers, the hackers have shared a database that contains over 2,300 usernames and passwords to the Zoom accounts on the various dark web forums.

Ransomware Demand Exceeds Expectations:

The security of the remote employees’ devices have become a severe concern for the organization all across the globe as they are working remotely from the employees due to the pandemic. Various industry experts have voiced that working remotely has increased the cyber threats all of a sudden. As for the additional level of risks for the organizations, ransomware attacks on the remote workers have increased, more specifically for the healthcare providers and as well as the businesses in the federal, financial and state agencies that deal with various kinds of sensitive data. The operators of the ransomware are creating pressure on the organizations to pay out a high ransom to receive the decryption keys. As calculated, the average organizational ransom payments have increased to 33%, which is $111,605 in the first quarter, 2020, from the fourth quarter of 2019.

For example, the recent occurrence is the ransomware attack on the IT service provider Cognizant who has admitted to being a recent victim of the Maze Ransomware. The Maze ransomware attack had caused severe service disruptions for some of its clients.

Latest Phishing Strategies Have Emerged

COVID-19 has provided a golden opportunity for the scammers and the hackers to create luring phishing scams and campaigns containing misinformation, malware infections and weaponized websites that have become widespread across the internet. As for an example, a recent occurrence being a hacker group that had targeted the World Health Organization (WHO) through a very sophisticated phishing attack involving an email hosted on a phishing domain that had tried to trick the employees into providing their credentials. Researchers have also noticed that the phishing attacks are now taking up new forms to trick the users into entering their credentials through the fake forms or even forcing them to download specific malicious attachments.

Another recent occurrence is a security firm who discovered that the threat actors distributed malware such as ransomware disguising as the “Corona Map” in order to steal personal information stored in the browser of the users. The attackers have designed multiple Coronavirus related websites and prompted the users to click and download an application that would keep themselves updated on the current situation.

The best thing possible in this situation is to have a critical eye on the information being provided to the users rather than blindly trusting them without cross-checking. Also, sticking to the relevant and official sources is highly recommendable as this will, to some extent, eliminate certain defrauding.

#covid-19 #WHO #coronavirus #hacking #ransomware #phishing #cannabis #cryptocurrencies #pandemic #dark web #darknet markets #deepweb

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Essential Truth

Thanks to COVID-19, any business with a brick-and-mortar presence has been affected, either from the inconvenience of having to adapt to remote work, all the way to mandatory closures that could prove to be disastrous if this situation were to continue much longer.

But for those with only virtual store fronts, it is business pretty much as usual, except as deemed non-essential by state and local governments. Unwittingly, Amazon, with more than 40% share of the e-commerce pie, has found itself in the catbird seat, albeit with a couple of asterisks.

Yes, there is confusion as to whether the virus can live on the surface of boxes delivered to our doors and post office boxes, but we can wear gloves as well as put those boxes into quarantine if need be. The greater news is that Amazon has done an excellent job of self-policing among its third-party sellers to fight price gouging by closing nearly 4000 accounts, as well as by giving shipping priority to customer purchases of essential survival items. The result is that while Amazon comes off looking good for doing so, others among its legion of third-party sellers are crying foul.

You see, they are suddenly put at the back of the bus. Interestingly, though, Amazon is also hurting itself in the process, because it has suddenly become more difficult to buy anything that is not related to toilet paper and household cleaners, regardless of whether it is from its own stocks or those of others.

I should know, because earlier this week I ordered a Korean cookbook for my oldest daughter, and an LED light box for my photography. This stay-at-home business has us searching for new things to do, and we sure as hell can’t go out shopping for non-essential items.

Apparently I did not notice the fine print on their web pages, because once I placed the order, the statement showed that both items would not be shipped until after 21st April. We just might starve.

And I will have one less thing to do with my camera gear. I suppose we’ll soldier through, though. The grass is growing, and there’s always household chores.

With that in mind, I also had one more purchase to make this week, an indoor trainer for my bicycle. This way I can have the best of both worlds, riding outside when it is pleasant, and training indoors when the wind is howling like a banshee. Which, around here of course, is pretty much every day from March through May.

So what’s a fella to do in this case? Simple. I shopped somewhere else. Never mind that I had my eye on a trainer for several months now, and had done all of my pre-shopping at Amazon. While Amazon may be doing the right thing with its current policies, they are also diverting sales. Score $200 worth of points for PerformanceBike.com, because they got my money, and my indoor trainer will arrive on Monday.

More importantly, I tip my hat to Amazon for sending its unscrupulous third-party sellers packing, even if it means Amazon won’t be getting its piece of the action on their sales. And a second tip for prioritizing its own sales to meet the most pressing needs of our population. There’s always a risk in sending customers to a competitor, becase I may very well buy more things from Performance in the future.

But you can bet your last roll of toilet paper that I will still be a loyal Amazon customer, pandemic or not. Being a good corporate citizen is more important right now, and to shirk that responsibility is to beg karma to rear its ugly head later on.

Dr “I Hear It’s A Bitch“ Gerlich

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#marketing #Amazon #e-commerce

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captainkippen · 6 years

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hello sir could you write some fluffy tandi friendship for our broken souls when you have the time

send me fic prompts

I absolutely can. I love platonic tandi with all my heart.

It turns out that Bex’s return to Shadyside is just the first event on a long list of unexpected things to happen the year Andi turns thirteen. This list includes, but is not limited to; befriending Jonah, Amber and Marty, Bowie’s decision to move home, and Cyrus coming out. These are things that have had such an impact on Andi’s life that she sometimes still marvels at them all, but there’s one particular event from that year that seems to surprise everyone except her.

Andi and TJ becoming friends.

It’s been roughly three years, four months and five days since TJ came crashing into the lives of the Good Hair Crew. Andi knows this because Cyrus knows this, and Cyrus knows this because, even though he likes to pretend he doesn’t, he has the date scrawled in the corner of the notebook he hides under his bed. If Cyrus and TJ’s relationship had come as a surprise to people, then Andi and TJ’s had been worthy of hitting the front page of the news. They’re very different people, or so everyone tells them. Andi doesn’t agree really. When she looks at TJ she can see the similarities in them like they’re magnified. They’re both headstrong and dramatic. They both cause themselves a lot more trouble than need be most of the time. They have the same sense of humour and the same ambitious drive. In her mind, they’re two sides of the same coin. And she knows TJ agrees.

Sometimes people like to imply that TJ’s been a bad influence on Andi. They act like her standing up for herself is a result of his presence in her life and not that she’s just grown as a person of her own accord. It used to bother her but not she just rolls her eyes and moves along. If they knew the truth they’d know that it’s more likely the other way around; Andi is always encouraging TJ to do stupid things. Her rebellious phase hit hard at fourteen and didn’t stop. It was her idea to have TJ teach her how to fix her motorcycle. It was she who told TJ he could come over when he needed to escape his own house (and she’ll be the first to admit that Bowie’s explosion the first time he’d found TJ crashed out on Andi’s bed after having snuck in during the night was hilarious). A lot of their bad ideas have been her bad ideas, which is not to say it’s never TJ behind them because he’s definitely up to no good a lot of the time too, but they’re equal partners in their chaos.

Everyone else can be surprised if they want, but she knows why they’re friends. They have an understanding. It’s awesome. Them getting close played a big part in Andi and Buffy becoming the people TJ comes to talk to when he needs help coming up with cute new things to do with Cyrus, and her having yet another friend to support her when she realised she might not be as straight as she first thought. She doesn’t need to justify their friendship to anybody.

It’s one of those bad idea kind of nights tonight. They’re at the grocery store and TJ’s parents are out of town so the group is taking advantage of the empty house to have an all-night movie marathon under the guise of a study session. They came for popcorn, just popcorn but it’s been half an hour since they walked through the doors now and all memory of their original goals has been wiped in favour of grabbing every snack possible and dumping it in the cart. The cart in which Andi is sat. Every so often TJ does a little run and jumps on the back of the cart so they go speeding down the aisles cackling like a couple of lunatics. Andi laughs so hard her sides hurt when TJ just narrowly avoids crashing them into a pyramid of toilet roll.

“We’re definitely going to get kicked out soon,” she says.

TJ snorts and shrugs. “You’d think they’d be used to it now. You wanna go to the craft section?”

She nods enthusiastically. For the past couple of weeks, she’s been teaching him how to make his own jewellery. He’s been very insistent about it and she’s beginning to suspect he’s planning to make Cyrus something, but he refuses to confirm or deny it so she’s just been left wondering.

“I’ve been thinking of starting an online store,” Andi says as they browse. She prefers to get her supplies from the craft fair but on occasion, the supermarket has something that catches her eye. Though, to be totally honest, he hasn’t actually needed to go shopping for supplies a lot recently because TJ keeps finding things she can use in thrift stores or garage sales and dumping them on the door of Andi Shack when she’s not looking. He won’t let her pay him back with money but he pretends not to notice when she slips bags of M&Ms into the glovebox of his car and the pockets of his favourite jacket so she’s slowly repaying him in chocolate.

“You should do it,” He says, admiring a roll of lurid pink ribbon. “Could be useful to have some extra cash. You could use for that road trip you keep talking about.”

A road trip across the states; that’s what Andi wants to do before they all leave for college. She’s hoping to convince all of their friends to come with her so they can make some more lasting memories before they’re all split into different directions. The thought of being apart makes her gut twist uncomfortably whenever the topic pops up. She’s all too aware that their last couple of years at high school are going to go by in a flash. All the adults in her life keep reminding her. She hates it.

“You okay?” TJ asks. “You went all quiet.”

She nods. “Just thinking.”

“Scheming?”

“No,” she smiles. “Just… y’know. Thinking about graduation.”

He groans and pushes her further down the aisle. “Will you stop worrying about that, already? We still have another two years to go.”

“I can’t help it!”

“You’re as bad as Cyrus,” he sighs. She makes an affronted noise. Cyrus has been stressing about college applications since they were ten. There’s no way she’s on his level with this.

“I just think it’s going to suck being away from all you guys. It’s never going to be the same again. What if we stop talking or drift apart or something?”

“God, when did you get so emo?” He grins and leans over the side of the cart. “Look, we’re going to be fine. You, Buffy and Cyrus practically have a psychic link, as if that’s ever gonna change. And as for us? Drifting apart? Never gonna happen. You’re stuck with me now.”

She rolls her eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. Okay, so I was going to save this for… I don’t know when, but here,” he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out to her. In the centre of his palm sits a bracelet. It’s carefully crafted from yellow thread and brown leather, and there’s a small bumblebee shaped charm hanging from it.

“What’s this?”

“A friendship bracelet,” he says as if it should be obvious.

“For me?”

“Duh.”

She beams at him and takes it, slipping it onto her wrist with careful fingers and admiring the way it sits next to the others that she wears. “Is this what you’ve been so sneaky about?”

He shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “You’re always making stuff for the rest of us. I figured it was about time someone made something for you.”

“I love it,” she pats the side of his face and he bats her away. “You’re a big softie, you know that right? Like a scary teddy bear.”

“Shut up,” he huffs, but his lips twitch slightly and she knows he’s pleased. “Let’s go get our popcorn. The others will be wondering where we are.”

Yeah. Everyone else can question their friendship, but Andi knows she has no reason to. She and TJ? They’re two sides of the same coin and she’s so glad he’s in her life.

#andi mack #platonic tandi #my writing #magicmapleleaf

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fire-bear · 5 years

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I have had a really eventful week - so much so that I lost track of days at the start of the week... Here are some things that happened (mostly unrelated to Covid-19):

I went to the theatre last Saturday to see Curtains (before Scotland/the UK banned gatherings over 500) which is really good and people should go see it in, like, 6 months when we can go out again.

That same day I drove over a massive pothole - like, it was a huge square in the middle of the road that I didn’t register as a problem (I think I thought it was a patch of road that had been dug up and covered over) until the last second. This resulted in...

Discovering that I had a slow puncture exactly a week ago (confirmed by my more knowledgeable sister when we went to a farm café along the road from us for a get together) and had to go buy a pump to pump it up as the garage my mum suggested wasn’t open on a Sunday. So I decided to go up early on Monday morning when...

My mum discovered that our washing machine had decided to pack it in - it’s been playing up for a while, but it wouldn’t stop (it had 1 minute to go! according to it) and wouldn’t open to get the clothes out. So when we went to the garage (who asked me to come in the next day to get it sorted) we also stopped at Argos to get a new washing machine - it’ll be delivered this coming Thursday... I hope. In the meantime, handwashing it is! And also using the washing machines at the Gulf petrol station nearby.

Got my tyre replaced.

On the Monday, my mum had to get my Grandpa to come over to help disconnect it (he’s 69 so it’s okay!) but when he reconnected it he had some trouble and accidentally pulled the pipe out of the other one it was connected to in the cupboard under the stairs. When my mum started to move stuff to get the things she’d arranged an uplift for (we’ve been meaning to do it for ages), she discovered that the carpet in the hall was soaked because any time we used the kitchen sink there was water going everywhere. Cue using a basin and then crossing the road to throw it down the drain because the one at our front door was covered with all the stuff getting uplifted.

Monday evening is when my mum found out that she needs to socially distance/self isolate/stay at home - she’s an at risk person cause she gets the flu jab for underlying health conditions so she’s been doing housework and reading books and she’s gonna be bored in a couple of weeks.

Started cleaning everything at work because they gave us stuff and they had notices up saying we were gonna do it more and no-one else seemed to be doing it. This was both good and bad - I have a very mild dermatitis which is exacerbated by heat and certain soaps/cleaning products. And also by washing my hands too much. So...

When they put up a sign in work on, like, Thursday, about gloves, I asked about it when they talked to us about what was going to happen. (We get paid for the first couple of weeks at our normal rate as if we were actually working and then get sick pay. Plus company sick pay but I think that’s only if you’ve been with the company since 2012 and I’ve only been there since 2016 so...)

People at work kept going on about big announcements and then watching it on their phones, hoping they were saying they were closing the shops (because it makes sense and because it’s been so quiet that we had nothing much to do) - and then nothing happened.

On Friday morning, I went to run errands for my mum and couldn’t get out of the parking space in the way I wanted to because of the van parked across the road from me and the angle. I ended up scraping the car beside me and I only found out because of some old guy. I still have the P plates on and he helpfully said, “You need to go back and pass your test again.” I bet that guy doesn’t drive so... Urgh. Also, like, I was worried about it and decided to leave a note with my name and number (still no call about it, though) and the guy was all, “Just leave it. I would just leave it.” Why did you stop me to tell me about it, then??

Drove to and fro across town yesterday doing the shopping - and also looking to see if anywhere had toilet paper. Thankfully, my sister shops at Costco sometimes and she’d gotten a lot from one of their deals or something a while back so she gave us some today so we don’t need to worry about that for a couple of weeks. And our local village shop has industrial toilet roll for sale if we’re struggling so that’s cool.

Got called today about how the chain of shops I work in is closing all its shops in the UK (already closed them in other countries) so I can get stuff done at home now. (Such as rearranging my room and stuff.)

#things

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dubmill · 5 years

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Thursday, 8 August 2019

To Hatton Wall for a haircut (341 bus to Mount Pleasant, then walked the rest of the way to the salon).

Afterwards, I walked to Holborn Circus to pay in a cheque at the bank, then continued down Shoe Lane towards Fleet Street. At one point I heard a man’s voice close behind me say, in an American accent, ‘Look at that Brutalist building!’ The Shoe Lane and Fetter Lane area has been hugely rebuilt of late, with construction still going on even now, so I wondered what he was referring to. It was the Shoe Lane Library, which stood out among the recent buildings. (Hill House, which contains the library, was built in 1975–79.) The speaker was a thin, wiry man in his sixties, wearing shorts and what I took to be walking shoes. A similarly dressed woman I presumed to be his wife stood back looking slightly ill at ease as he approached the library entrance, perhaps to read a sign. I carried on downhill and they eventually overtook me, not walking but very slowly jogging.

I hadn’t decided where to go next but noticed the American couple had crossed Fleet Street and gone down a side road, Salisbury Court, so I thought I would follow them. I soon reached Salisbury Square, where there were benches arranged around an obelisk of some sort. I sat down for a while. I quite liked the view of the obelisk, with random office workers standing about on smoking breaks, so I took a photo.

From where I was sitting I could see a passageway on the other side of the square, and I had an idea the American couple might have jogged down it, although they were long gone by this time. Nevertheless, I thought I would have a look down the passage, which it turned out led to another paved area with benches. I sat down again, but soon got up as I didn’t much like the view of a nearby office block. As I retraced my steps I noticed there was a church on the other side of a wall. It looked interesting, so I approached it via another alleyway further up Salisbury Court.

I could have gone inside the church (St. Bride’s, a Wren church on a very old site, perhaps as early as the sixth century), but the benches outside were more tempting. The churchyard was shady and cool, and I sat there for a good twenty minutes, alternately watching the movement of the shadows of tree branches on the wall of an adjacent building and glancing around at other people, while half listening to a man at the next bench speaking on the phone.

At length I got up and made my way back to Fleet Street to wait for a bus to either Waterloo or Charing Cross station, where I could use the public toilets. A 341 came first, so I took it to Waterloo.

After using the toilet, I left the station via the footbridge that crosses York Road and leads to the South Bank. This took me past the ‘Upstream Building’, as it is called, a surviving portion (and the most prominent tower) of the Shell Centre, built between 1957 and 1962 but now largely demolished. Not long ago I watched a video on YouTube, made in 1964, in which the newly built Shell Centre is seen from a boat on the Thames. Now, gazing up at the 351-ft tower, in its day the tallest office building in London, I reflected on the passing of time. I don’t even like the building particularly, so it’s not as if I’m relieved it’s been preserved, but it’s striking how much of what was familiar in London has been or is in the process of being replaced.

Above: Shell Centre tower, 25 July 2008

On a similar theme, I had already decided to take a 77 bus to Wandsworth Road to see what progress had been made in demolishing the building I used to work in.

Catching the 77 from Concert Hall Approach felt a bit strange as I hadn’t done it for nearly ten years. The feeling of going back in time persisted as the bus circled the IMAX cinema, took the familiar route along York Road, Lambeth Palace Road and Albert Embankment to Vauxhall Bus Station, then turned up Wandsworth Road. At Lansdowne Green I alighted and walked the short distance to Belmore Street. I had been here a couple of times in recent weeks, walking up from Stockwell station on evenings after visits to my mother. What I was interested in was seeing the old Vauxhall Centre of Lambeth College in different stages of demolition. Today, there was plenty of activity on the site, but what had remained of the building about a month before was still there, chopped off at one end, with a door on an upper floor opening on to empty space.

Above: Belmore Street, 9 July 2019

Next, I walked further up Wandsworth Road to the Mind charity shop I often visited in my lunch hour when I worked at the college. I was surprised to see the same elderly woman working behind the counter. She seemed a bit older, but not that much considering I hadn’t been there for ten years. The shop itself had changed a lot: It sometimes used to have unusual old books for sale, but the books section was now reduced in size and had nothing of interest.

Above: Mind shop, Wandsworth Road, 11 October 2008

Back on the street I waited for a 452 bus. I planned to spend the rest of the afternoon visiting Kensal Green Cemetery, which I hadn’t been to before.

By the time I got to Kensal Green, I was starving hungry. I was close to the East Gate of the cemetery but thought I would buy a sandwich before going inside. There were a few shops nearby but I couldn’t find any that sold sandwiches, so after a while I abandoned the idea of visiting the cemetery. Frustrated, I walked up the hill towards Kensal Rise. At first I was still hoping to find something to eat, but my hunger eventually began to fade and I thought I would just walk north-east, in the general direction of home.

The route, an unfamiliar one up Chamberlayne Road, then Sidmouth and Lydford Roads, was surprisingly light in traffic. I wouldn’t say I enjoyed the walk, as the weather was hot and stuffy, but it wasn’t too bad, and at least I was getting some exercise. (One point of interest on this stretch was a cricket ground hidden behind a wooden fence. Peeping through a gap in the fence, I saw that a game was in progress, and I watched a few balls before moving on.)

Having calmed down a bit, I began to feel frustrated again at the end of Skardu Road. Continuing north-east was impossible because of the rail tracks of the Midland Main Line out of St. Pancras, and to cross the railway I had to detour some way south along Fordwych Road before turning north-east again on Minster Road.

When I reached Menelik Road (named after Emperor Menelik II of Ethiopia, with whom local landowner and explorer Major Percy Powell-Cotton had an audience in 1900), I made a mistake. I followed the road as it curved round, up a hill and down again, and after about ten minutes ended up back more or less where I started, at the junction with Westbere Road. The problem was another obstacle: Hampstead Cemetery. To avoid it, I should have turned instead into Sarre Road, where I could have reached Gondar Gardens by a footpath.

Above: Gondar Gardens, West Hampstead, 1 February 2014 (I didn’t realise I’d been there before. In fact, had I taken the footpath from Sarre Road, I would have come out at almost this exact spot.)

I could then have skirted the cemetery and continued north-east towards Finchley Road and Hampstead Heath. Unaware of this possibility (I didn’t spot the very faint outline of the footpath on Google Maps), and by now feeling a bit weary, I gave up. Conveniently, there was a bus stop on Westbere Road and I caught a C11 to Archway, followed by a 41 to Turnpike Lane, then walked home via the Harringay Passage.

It had been just another aimless day. I’d walked a total of 8.3 miles, as well as riding around on buses quite a bit, but overall it felt unsatisfying because nothing I’d seen or done really stood out.

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