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So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone. You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya making you chuckle.

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”

“With who?”

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyu #tsukishima angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima headcanons #bokuto scenarios #bokuto angst #bokuto x reader #signedwithane😌

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ahs-source · 4 years

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fvlminare · 4 years

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✗✗✗ you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ].

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - )

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS — twenty-six, dancer at mayhem, + an honest-to-god vixen / hellcat / lil demoness !

aesthetics ➤ dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers : child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis. ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table.

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok???

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

#* dj khaled vc * anotha one !!!#slap a lil heart on this n i'll hit ya up for le plots !!!#indulgence.intro

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hvndcvffed · 5 years

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s u r v e y : g r i z z v i s s e r .

he slides it into the submission box late, because he kept lending people his only pen. whoops.

basic information

FULL NAME: gareth paul visser PRONUNCIATION: GAH-reth VISS-er MEANING: gentle. REASONING: his parents named their son after the most important trait they wanted to nurture in him: kindness. his middle name is paul after his paternal grandfather. NICKNAME(S): gareth paul ( only his mother, when she’s angry ), grizz, grizzy, grizzly bear / grizzy bear ( parents ), kiddo ( his dad ) visser, bear ( blue ), jizz ( unwarranted, miles ), babe ( tess, retired ) PREFERRED NAME(S): grizz. don’t call him gareth, please. he’ll just... smile uncomfortably and act like it doesn’t bother him, but it really does. BIRTH DATE: july 26, 2000. 3:23am. during a rainstorm. AGE: 18. ZODIAC: leo. GENDER: cismale. PRONOUNS: he/him. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic ( sexual attraction stems from emotional connection. ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual ( closeted ) NATIONALITY: american. ETHNICITY: american very far back. dutch and polish ancestry.

background

BIRTH PLACE: west ham, connecticut. HOMETOWN: west ham, connecticut. SOCIAL CLASS: upper. FATHER: keith visser. one of the lead police detectives on west ham’s police force. 48. jewish. avid outdoorsman, and can often be found hiking, kayaking, or rock climbing on the weekends. has a habit of cleaning off lisa & grizz’s plates, if they leave behind some peas or mashed potatoes. snacks on leftovers for breakfast, but can make a mean frittata. the secret’s all in making sure you’ve got a super hot pan. cautious, mindful. grizz gets a lot of his serene disposition from his father. unaware of his son’s sexuality; still thinks he’ll wind up marrying tess, or maybe hannah, or even cassandra. gets a kick out of becca when she comes around the house, because she’s so little. calls her shortstack, but only when pancakes are around to make the pun stick. MOTHER: lisa “lees” visser. 46. editor-in-chief for the west ham chronicle. freelance landscaper / gardener on the weekends, for fulfillment more than the money. religious, catholic born-and-raised, but she now attends the unitarian church in town. the switch happened once she married keith and they reasoned they wanted their child to have a composite world-view, one they could interpret and internalize free from categorical restraint. very in touch with her emotions; likes facilitating family discussions. made the executive decision to pull grizz out of dance classes after one year of lessons, because her 4-year-old son donned a sparkly feather boa and she didn’t like what she saw. primarily motivated by maternal and protective instinct. wants what’s best for her son: safety. supported grizz’s relationship with tess through and through. mentions her from time to time, because she’s still unclear as to why they called it off. she wants grizz to be happy. tess made him happy. SIBLING(S): none. his parents never told him, but they lost a child in infancy about 2 years before they had him, and suffered a miscarriage when they tried for another child when he was 5. his parents don’t talk about it, and they see their lives as very full with just grizz. they considered adopting when he was around 8, but ultimately decided against it. one child fills their hearts plenty. they’ve practically adopted all his friends ( especially blue, becca, hannah, and tess ) as part of the family anyway. BIRTH ORDER: only child. PET(S): grew up with a tabby cat, doobie, who lived to be 14. as a kid, he always dreamed about having a pet kimodo dragon. gets a real kick out of chinchillas, but the visser family’s rarely home: they’re always out and about, going on hikes, exploring connecticut and the northeast. they travel often. so it wouldn’t be fair, having to leave any pet at home alone. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: his uncle james lives on the edge of town and works under peyton pellegrino’s dad in the fire department, so the families are close. they get together each year for christmas eve. his younger cousins live down by the sea in mystic, kipp ( age 4 ) & rebekah ( age 7 ). they facetime often, and the family makes annual trips to mystic seaport. they pile onto grizz’s back and have a blast running around the docks. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: tess de luca ( freshman year - end of junior year ). ARRESTS?: none. but he does make frequent trips to the station to drop food off for his dad and his buds. PRISON TIME?: not unless you count the one time his dad played an april fools’ joke on him and placed him in a jail cell for 10 minutes for, “ bringing the wrong flavor cookies. the biggest crime of ‘em all, kiddo. ”

occupation & income

SOURCE OF INCOME: he works as a summer camp counselor at an adventure camp during school intersession, leading hikes & nature trips. during the school year, he’s too tied up with football to hold a job. he’s grateful that his parents are willing to help him out for major expenses, but he’s definitely the saving type, so most things he can cover on his own. he helps his neighbors out with taking care of pets & gardens as needed, so that’s a way to earn some fast cash. even though he always insists he can’t take their money. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: yes! granted, working with phone-addicted kids in the wilderness can be difficult, but he’s thankful to get the breather from west ham. PAST JOB(S): he used to deliver papers on his bike, when he was younger, since his mom had the connection. SPENDING HABITS: frugal. more likely to spend on experience than material. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: his dad’s collection of original-release vinyls by the beatles.

skills & abilities

TALENTS: writing, but he won’t admit it. football. wood-whittling. gardening. whistling. navigation. knot-tying. making sumptuous drip coffee. SHORTCOMINGS: sells himself short, a lot. his sexuality. can be impatient at times, when other people are slower to pick things up. will often take over getting something done ( i.e. a group project ) if he feels people aren’t doing it the most effective way. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, french. a tad of latin. he wants to learn more hebrew, especially since he’s from a blended household, but that shit’s difficult and he never had time to enroll in hebrew school full-time as a kid. DRIVE?: yes. he has his own car, for ease of getting to/from games, etc. but prefers to ride his bike around town. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes. his dad taught him how when they had to call aaa on their way home from hiking the adirondacks, a trip they gave him for his twelfth birthday. RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes. he goes everywhere on that thing. need a ride? hop on. SWIM?: yes. the visser household has a very nice in-ground pool, heated. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: not really. grizz appreciates music and loves listening to it, but never really learned how to make it himself. unless you count a year or two of required band in elementary school, during which he ( very badly ) played the clarinet. PLAY CHESS?: yeah. he played a lot with his maternal grandfather growing up. big glasses of chocolate milk, classic rock, and chess. BRAID HAIR?: yes. it’s all very simple, once you learn how to tie all the scouting knots. TIE A TIE?: so many. thank you, boy scouts of america. PICK A LOCK?: he’s read up on it, but never actually done it. the closest he’s gotten is cutting his own padlock off his camping locker during his 7th grade boy scouting trip to maryland, when he conveniently forgot the combination.

physical appearance & characteristics

FACE CLAIM: jack mulhern. EYE COLOR: hazel, a murky blend of gold and forest green. depending on the lighting, they look different: in bright sunlight, they look like a faded jade green. sometimes, when the room’s darker, they look more gold. reference. HAIR COLOR: deep, russet brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: jaw-length, straight with some wave to it. typically worn down, tucked behind one ear, or up in a tiny little man-bun. reference one. reference two. reference three. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: he’s blessed with 20/20 vision! but he’ll still try on your glasses, if it’ll make you laugh. there’s a photo of him on the visser fridge wearing his mom’s readers and holding a tray of fresh-baked cookies. he looks like a friendly neighborhood grandma. DOMINANT HAND: left-handed. but he’s worked for years to become ambidextrous for most tasks. he can’t brush his teeth with his right hand, though. it feels funny. HEIGHT: 6′2. WEIGHT: 158 lbs. BUILD: broad-shouldered. lean waist. chiseled core, strong legs. he’s got an athlete’s build for sure – he’s perhaps not as heavy as other guys on that football field, but it takes some serious force to knock him down. tall. but he kind of hunches, just slightly, to not take up so much space. EXERCISE HABITS: varsity football team. lots of morning and night runs. crunches, push-ups, pull-ups: he’s got one of those bars in his doorway. weight-lifting with the team. yoga, sometimes. SKIN TONE: light, but he spends a lot of time outdoors. no freckles. TATTOOS: none. but would love to get a walden quote, or a simple pine tree. someday. PEIRCINGS: none. but maybe once he gets to college he’ll get his ear pierced. MARKS/SCARS: some miscellaneous scars on his hands from whittling incidents growing up. a faint line across his arm from stitches, when he broke it in the peewee football league in fifth grade. he has a barely-there scar just to the right of his left ear, along his hairline, from a camping incident. NOTABLE FEATURES: his hair. his eyes. people have drunkenly said he’s got kissable lips. USUAL EXPRESSION: inquisitive, collected. he’s always thinking. CLOTHING STYLE: letterman jacket. jeans. tall socks, boots. pants tucked into socks, because why the hell not? flannels, hoodies, utility jackets layered over plain white tees. pendant necklaces, leather bracelets. occasionally he’ll wear a statement button-downs that looks like your grandmother’s upholstery, but somehow it’ll work really well. varsity t-shirts. hats of all varieties. if he could, he’d showcase some edgier styles. but he’s paranoid. he’s got a stanford hoodie buried in his closet. and a yale one, too. JEWELRY: leather bracelets. a silver ring strung on a chain, engraved with “ for sylvie, with love ”. he found it on a hike, and… figured he’d be sylvie for a day, or something like that. ALLERGIES: sulfur-based antibiotics. bullshit. idiocy. BODY TEMPERATURE: runs hotter than most. probably the first to offer you his jacket or sweater, if you look cold. DIET: grizz’s mom loves to cook, so they’re always trying some new paleo trend. some of it’s awful. but he’ll try to eat it and if he can’t, he’ll sneak a granola bar later. he’s bad at pretending disgusting shit tastes good. his nose will wriggle up involuntarily and he’ll sniffle. if the school’s serving smiley face fries, he’ll have those. he really likes green apples and those little clementines. cajun fries are some of the best things ever invented. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: nope. he’s quite able-bodied and he’ll use it as a way to take the burden off of his parents. grizz knows how to do most things around the house: fix a faucet, replace bulbs, work on pipes, etc. because his parents are getting older and he doesn’t want them to hurt themselves doing something he’d barely even break a sweat at. he’s always volunteering to help out his neighbors with heavy packages, retrieving their mail, tending their gardens, etc. it’s no hassle. so why not?

psychology

MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good. he’s all for what’s morally right. sometimes laws and rules leave that out. TEMPERAMENT: melancholic. ( analytical, wise, peaceful. ) ELEMENT: water. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: mild insomnia, sometimes. but he’ll usually just throw on some music and yield to it. guzzle a few redbulls the next day to keep alert for practice. SOCIABILITY: grizz is never the type to turn anyone away, but he does have a fear of compromising his one secret: so... if someone shows signs of seeing through him? he might distance himself a bit. but he’s often compared to glue that binds. he has a real capacity for leadership ( though he’ll never see himself that way ), and tends to be the driving force in maintaining healthy friendships and friend groups. he looks out for his friends. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: very stable. which is why when things go awry and he can’t rationalize his feelings, he gets... scared. vulnerable. PHOBIA(S): irrelevancy. being outed. loss. ADDICTION(S): good literature. DRUG USE: marijuana, but that’s it. ALCOHOL USE: what you’d expect from a popular jock. though he hesitates to think of himself as just a jock, because there’s so much more to his life than just football. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: no. grizz doesn’t believe in using violence to manipulate or express emotion. but he will punch someone if there’s no other way.

mannerisms

QUIRKS: rarely settles his gaze on anything for more than a few seconds, except for other peoples’ eyes. eye contact is probably one of grizz’s biggest conversational strengths. probably why he makes such a good liar, when he needs to. he’ll finish a pint of ice cream and just sit there for over an hour sucking on the spoon, lost in thought. licks his lips when he’s nervous. plays with his hair a lot. you know he’s anxious when he keeps tucking his hair behind his right ear. chuckles to himself, even when things are the pure opposite of funny. laughs quietly so the skies have to lean in to hear it. dog-ears pages of books; stencils in his thoughts. his bookshelf is a catalogue of interiority: so if he lets you borrow any of his well-loved copies ( becca, cassandra, tess ), you know you’ve got his trust. burns marshmallows, but it always seems like he’s waiting for the perfect brown before he lets the thing catch fire. sneaks peanut m&m’s into the house because his mom’s on another big health kick; he munches on them in the basement theater with his dad, mischief aplenty. stole HOBBIES: jotting notes in book margins. he dabbles in poetry but feels like his shit is too beat-generation to be that cool. wandering through the woods and attempting to generate his own maps, then checking them for accuracy. lighting matches in the cold, mid-evening air just to watch them burn. watching minimalist apartment tour videos. whispering poetry out loud to himself with his eyes closed, to feel the words shape his lips. HABITS: standing in front of the mirror and trying to let the word gay escape his lips without panic setting in. asking others how they are instead of answering when it’s asked of him. when he goes to bed later than his parents, he’ll peek in their doorway to make sure they’ve gotten into bed safe. setting up the french press before he leaves for his morning runs, so coffee’s ready for his parents when they wake up. bringing donuts to the station, just to make his dad’s coworkers laugh. getting drunk and tossing finger guns around like free candies. NERVOUS TICKS: pursing his lips. biting the inside of his cheek. rocking back and forth on his heels. avoiding eye contact. growing quieter than usual. choppy focus. leaving text messages unanswered for days on end. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: make it to graduation and get out of west ham. live this lie a little longer. protect his friends. nurture his family. make sure his dad eats: he tends to forget, when he’s on duty. look after his teammates. keep everyone else grounded. FEARS: time. losing his family: too many people in this town have experienced that kind of loss for him to indulge in the illusion that he doesn’t run that risk. cassandra’s health might decline. when he comes out in college, people from home might hear. people might hate him. blue’s not really okay, and there’s nothing he can do about it. becca’s having a hard time, and he doesn’t know how to fix it. does he really think sam eliot could ever like him back? what if he made a mistake, breaking it off with tess? what if he doesn’t know himself as well as he used to? he’ll experience firsthand death someday. he’ll lose people, too. he’s so used to picking up everyone else’s pieces. how’s he supposed to do that if he’s the one bleeding? what if he can’t help people as much as they need him to? will his parents hate him for lying about yale? will they hate him for giving up on football to pursue literature & philosophy? fear. that one’s ironic. POSITIVE TRAITS: charismatic, introspective, pacific, quick-witted. NEGATIVE TRAITS: self-contained, reckless ( with himself ), careless ( with himself ). SENSE OF HUMOR: dry, witty. facetious, but never ill-intended. lots of eye rolls and light laughs. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: ask his parents, they’ll say no. but hell yeah. CATCHPHRASE(S): uno. dos. tres. & a bonus: “ what the fuck ? ” & “ i’m surrounded by idiots. ”

favorites

ACTIVITY: reading. writing. gardening. football. ANIMAL: fish. they’re so graceful and they don’t bother anybody. BEVERAGE: half-oreo half-chocolate milkshake. extra whipped cream. two cherries. please. BOOK: le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry. it was the last book his grandmother ever read to him, on his fifth christmas eve. he can recite the first and last lines by heart, in english and french. CELEBRITY: young johnny depp. emma watson. COLOR: a nice, deep forest green. he also likes burnt reds and browns. DESIGNER: i mean... he knows his way around adobe creative cloud? FOOD: cajun curly fries. ugh. FLOWER: there’s something really beautiful about forget-me-nots. his grandmother used to pick a few of them with him in her backyard. she was big on those kinds of things. and all those silly sayings like: tickle tickle on the knee. if you laugh, you don’t love me! grizz always faught so hard not to laugh. his toddler self would puff out his cheeks and hold his breath until the twenty-second window was up. GEM: any kind of geode. HOLIDAY: halloween. boo. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: biking! MOVIE: mr. nobody. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. the first time little grizz saw alice in wonderland, he wouldn’t shut up about it for two weeks MUSICAL ARTIST: the divine comedy, radiohead, pink floyd, the beatles, the rolling stones, the kooks. the avett brothers. belle & sebastian. he envies bowie, prince, and mercury for like... living their truths. QUOTE/SAYING: “ if you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. ” SCENERY: mountain ranges. the view from the top of difficult climbs. snow-dusted treetops. SCENT: the connecticut homesick candle. it smells like cinnamon and nutmeg and vanilla and fireside bliss. and pine trees. yum. SPORT: football. SPORTS TEAM: “ centurions on me! centurions on three! ” TELEVISION SHOW: he grew up watching wallace and gromit. he’s still got a soft spot for it. he also really likes travel channel specials. WEATHER: gentle rain. VACATION DESTINATION: he doesn’t know this, but his parents were planning a month-long backpacking trip through new zealand as his grad gift.

attitudes

GREATEST DREAM: live his truth, fearlessly. get to yale and just... be himself. whatever that means. GREATEST FEAR: people in west ham will find him out. he’s not ready. MOST AT EASE WHEN: he’s with tess. the visser family has relaxed nights in, or firepits in their backyard. when he’s neck-deep in a good book. reading dickinson. listening to the beatles. on the field, where none of his demons can touch him. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: people ask difficult questions, questions he doesn’t have the answer to. you’re gay, aren’t you? BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: his boy scout eagle scout award. he constructed and taught faculty how to maintain a sustainable farm-to-table garden at each of west ham’s three elementary schools. BIGGEST REGRET: not getting to know his grandmother more before she passed. not... telling blue the truth. telling himself the truth. breaking up with tess. he had to free her. but it still stings. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: he cried at endgame in theaters. jason hasn’t lived it down for weeks. BIGGEST SECRET: he’s gay. he thinks he’s gay. he’s... he’s not as self-assured as people think. not as strong. he committed to yale without telling a single soul, except cassandra. his parents still think he’ll be going to uconn or southern for hockey. TOP PRIORITIES: looking after his loved ones. making sure everyone’s okay. securing the centurions’ top season record. helping blue, somehow. how can he ease tess’s pain? get to graduation. get to graduation. leave west ham behind.

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inyourwildestdreamslove · 6 years

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Tripping Over You

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: Sweet Pea proves he is the best guy for you, even though you already knew...

The final part of Playing Hard to Get: Check out the other parts here!

Read me Please: All of the poetry in this story is from the anthology the princess saves herself in this one by Amanda Lovelace, which you should clearly check out if you enjoy her work in this as much as I did! She is an amazing poet and does touch on some pretty rough topics sometimes. AKA you should be prepared to cry, but like a cleansing cry... Anyway... ENJOY!

Your stomach is twisted into unfamiliar knots as you walk the halls. Simultaneously, you crave and fear the moment you will see Sweet Pea walking down the hallway. If he even talks to you today…

‘Why am I such a spaz?!’ you reprimand yourself as you remember running off yesterday.

You groan as you hit your head against your graffiti covered locker. A bold red ‘Princess’ sticks out in metallic gold. You roll your eyes.

Today is going to suck.

You walk into your first class of the day and sitting on the desk you usually occupy is a coffee. Decorating the paper cup are the words:

when i see

your light pieces

with

my dark pieces,

i begin to

understand why

they say

opposites attract.

-chiaroscuro

The words are familiar but you can’t place them, almost as if you read them in a dream. You can feel them at the edge of your conscience but you can’t grasp them in your hands.

You take a sip and the soothing taste of your favorite drink coats your senses and brings peace to your mind. It’s like wrapping yourself in a blanket on a rainy day.

You smile softly as you reread the words and feel a soft contentment and frazzled excitement warring in you.

“You look happy,” the deep voice of Sweet Pea interrupts your thoughts and you turn to look at him. He’s got this look of inquisition upon his handsome features and for a moment you hope that he is one who left the coffee.

“Someone brought me my favorite coffee,” you say presenting him with the cup.

“Oh? Who?” he asks in interest.

“There’s no name… so I don’t know…”

“Hmmm… sounds like you have an admirer…” he says slyly.

You giggle to yourself, “Maybe…”

He smiles in return, that boyish smile that gives you butterflies and makes your heart pound.

“His smile makes my bones ache.

-a pain i welcome”

The words slip across your mind like honey, sticky sweet and a little messy.

“What’s written on it?” he asks.

“It sounds like a poem…”

“Do you know it?”

“Kind of… It sounds so familiar, but I’m having a hard time placing it.”

He nods in understanding before turning his attention to his phone as the teacher walks in. You spend class happily sipping on your drink and relishing in the fact that Sweet Pea is absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair.

Your day progresses like normal, Sweet Pea walks you from class to class talking with you about this and that.

“The Insidious movies are clearly better than the Paranormal Activity movies, even though the first one kept me up for three days…”

“Three days?” he questions looking down at you, “I thought Miss Horror wasn’t scared of anything…”

“A demon possessing you and dragging you into the attic IN YOUR SLEEP is a little terrifying… That is practically my worst nightmare…”

“Demons in your attic? Do you even have an attic?”

“That is beside the point!” you pout.

“Of course it is…” he chuckles as he leans casually on the locker next to you. You open your locker and something flutters to the floor. A postcard print of your favorite artist stares up at you from the floor. You pick it up and turn it over to see if a name or message is on the back.

in winter,

it’s the snowflakes.

in spring,

it’s the raindrops.

in summer,

it’s the flower petals.

in autumn,

it’s the leaves.

all these things

will eventually fall,

but not one of them

will fall as hard

as i do for you when i

wake up every morning.

-all the cliches were written with us in mind.

“What is it?” questions Sweet Pea from above you, he’s reading the poem over your shoulder.

“Another poem…” you mutter to yourself.

“Do you know this one?” he asks in curiosity.

“Maybe…” you mutter more to yourself than you do to him.

You smile down at the picture and tuck it happily in the book you’re reading. You aren’t sure which side you like better, the colorful or the black and white. You smile up at Sweet Pea feeling giddy with feelings of warm hugs and sweet words. He smiles back and you can almost see the promise in that smile.

‘Is it him?’ whispers across your mind as you grab is arm and pull him down the hallway towards the cafeteria.

“Well then Mr Big Bad Serpent… What are you afraid of?” you challenge in a playful voice, the grin on your lips infecting his.

He looks up in thought, “People living in the walls…”

You laugh in delight and launch into the topic of people being more terrifying than monsters.

When you arrive at your final class of the day a bouquet of deep purple, black, merlot and cherry red flowers greet you on your desk, all of your favorite colors wrapped in a bow. Your smile is so wide that you can feel the moon being drawn to you from the sky. You rush over to your desk and notice the smile on Toni’s lips as you take the card from the pick.

I. a well-loved book.

II. a cool, overcast day.

III. a mug of coffee.

IV. a warm blanket

V. you.

-The only things i need to feel free.

You spend class telling the butterflies in your stomach to play nice, but they are just too excited to listen.

You spend the next day with Sweet Pea working on your papers as he grills you about the mysterious admirer that you have acquired.

“So you have no idea who it is? Not even one?” he asks for the 10th time that morning.

“No! I told you there wasn’t a note and I don’t know who would even begin to pay that kind of attention to me! I mean they know my coffee order!”

“Well if a guy really likes you… he’s going to know those kinds of things…”

“So you think he really like me then?” you ask with a dreamy smile.

“Yeah… I think after all of that he really does like you…” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“You never know with things like this… it could be a prank…”

He seems to become frustrated at your words and changes the subject.

“So… Instead of going to that party tonight… we could do something else?”

“Like what?”

“Well… Greendale Drive-in is doing a horror movie marathon… We could go to that instead?”

“Seriously?! I’ve always wanted to go to one of those, but all of my friends hate horror movies!”

“Yeah! I know you don’t care for parties… plus there is that bakery you mentioned a couple of weeks ago… we could get something there after?”

“That sounds perfect Sweet Pea! When do we leave?” you ask in excitement.

He smiles down at you, “Around 5? We could grab dinner before the movie?”

“Sure! Do you want to hang out until then?”

“Actually, I have a couple of things I need to do at home…” he says getting up from your table.

“Oh.. okay…”

You are a little disappointed when he leaves, but you honestly can’t wait for tonight. You know he has to be the person leaving you all of those presents and poems. At least you hope he is since you have something planned for tonight.

You take your time getting ready… Okay so you antagonize over what outfit to wear for far too long then you fix your hair just the way you like it and do your makeup.

You glance over at the novel sitting on your dresser. It is a hardcopy of Dracula, you vividly remember the moment you fell for him as you discussed the book in question. You take the book and tuck it into your bag.

You pull your phone out and text Sweet Pea, “What are we taking tonight? Your bike?”

“Yeah... are you okay with that?” he writes back.

You smile to yourself, a date.. Can you call it a date… with Sweet Pea wouldn’t be complete without his bike. You simply text him that his bike will be fine.

The sound of his motorcycle roars into your driveway and you rush outside to meet him. He smile when he sees you and you happily return it.

“You ready for tonight, beautiful?” he asks handing you a helmet.

You nod shyly before you slip the helmet on and climb on behind him.

“Where are we sitting if we are taking your bike?” you ask in confusion.

“I have a blanket in the storage compartment for us to use… is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine!”

The ride to Greendale is smooth and beautiful, the colors of the sunset paint the sky and you can feel your nerves build. The two of you end up grabbing food to take into the Drive-in and you have a picnic as you wait for the movies to start.

“So any more thoughts on that mystery guy?”

“I have an inkling…”

“Do you now?” he asks glancing from the movie over to you, giving you his full attention.

“Yeah…”

“And who do you think it is?” he asks with a slight smirk.

You smile as you look up into his eyes, “You know I just remembered I have something for you…”

He furrows his brow, “Come on! You can’t change the subject now!” he exclaims leaning into you a little more. His eyes are a honey brown and you feel yourself falling for him even more.

“I’m not!” you laugh, “I just want to give you this before I forget! It’s that book for your project!”

He just sighs in disappointment, “That’s what you want to give me?”

“Yeah! It’s right here!”

You pull the book out and hand it to him, “Wow… thanks this is going to be really helpful…” he says flatly.

“Open it Sweet Pea,” you whisper to him.

He glances up into your eyes then does as you say.

Written inside the front cover are the words:

my boy?

he is even

better than

books.

-fiction has nothing on you.

His eyes are wide as he looks up at you.

“Is that-?”

“From the same book? Yeah it is…” you say with a soft smile.

He smiles before he leans in and captures your lips with his in a soft sweet kiss. Your hand rests on his chest to steady yourself as his fingers tangle in your hair. You can hardly believe the feelings that course through you, relief, excitement, happiness and contentment battle in your heart. When you finally pull back you both smile happily at each other.

“When did you figure it out?” he asks looking down fondly at the book in his hands before he meets your eyes again.

“Toni looked way too pleased with herself yesterday. This is after she got really cozy with my friend in our art class…”

“Toni helped to place some of the gifts so you wouldn’t suspect anything, but I did plan out all of it. Well I did need help with your coffee order…”

“How did you know about the book?!”

He laughs, “You carried that book around for weeks last month! I thought it fit you too… the princess saves herself in this one, how could I not use that as my proof that I’m way better than that other guy?”

“What other guy?” you ask in confusion.

“The… one in your math class… everyone said you have a crush of him…”

You laugh, “I don’t have a crush on a guy in my math class! And I never did!”

“What!? Seriously? You mean I got worked up over a guy who doesn’t even exist?”

“You got worked up because you thought I had a crush on someone else?” you ask sweetly leaning into him.

“Well… yeah… I wanted to prove I’m the best guy for you…” he says as he looks down into your eyes.

“Well… I think that you succeeded…” you whisper.

He smiles the happiest smile you’ve ever seen before he leans in again and kisses you softly as he pulls you towards his warmth. Pulling away from the kiss you rest your head on his shoulder and you relax contently against him. The butterflies, who have been restless all day, finally settle and allow you the peace to truly enjoy these feelings of unbridled happiness and content.

opened me up

like a book

& poured the

poetry

back into

me.

-my personal pen & paper.

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Waste It On Me (You, Jungkook, V) Part 1/3

🎵 “But baby I’m no stranger, to heartbreak and the pain of always being let go.” Waste it On Me by Steve Aoki feat. BTS

“Jen? Are you okay?”

It was a Thursday afternoon when Y/N saw the girl hunched over in one of the aisles, way in the back of the small bookstore she’s currently in. The autumn wind has picked up outside since the sun dipped lower in the sky, preparing to welcome the lonesome moon, and she was just about to lounge in the backroom with a warm cup of tea when she spotted the girl on the floor who was obviously sobbing.

“Jen?” Y/N called again as she slowly walked towards young girl. Jen was one of the regulars in the store and would come in at least three times a week after school to take a book and hang out in one of the store’s reading nooks until the owner would announce closing time. They weren’t exactly close but well-acquainted, considering she was here every day, herself.

Jen looked up with swollen eyes and a runny nose, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest at the sight. She had seen that face before.

“Oh. Y/N...” she began to stand, wobbling slightly as she tried to get her footing right. She dropped a crumpled up-red paper in the process and Y/N caught a glimpse of small hearts scattered over cursive writing on it. But before she could make out the words, Jen was quick to manage herself and picked it up quickly.

“Are you—“

“I’m fine.” She said a little too quickly, a clear sign that she was not. Before Y/N could think twice of her actions, she stepped forward and pulled her into her arms for a hug, knowing for sure it’s the one thing she needed right now. The one thing she needed back then when she was the one curled in a ball with tear-stained cheeks; feeling like the world has crashed down on her.

“It hurts so bad.” She cried on her shoulder and Y/N sighed as she patted her back in comfort.

I know, I know, she thought. She knew exactly what a broken heart felt like.

~~~

FLASHBACK

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon in the fall when she first saw him.

Donned in a black, oversized hoodie over his uniform with large headphones in as he skated out of the campus gates, he was a sight straight out from any contemporary Young Adult novel. Y/N had been sitting by the campus steps when he skated by and it felt like time slowed for a brief moment… with skater boy taking center stage as if an imaginary spotlight had settled over his form.

It was then that Y/N knew he was different. He was special.

But that brief moment shattered when all of a sudden, a certain clumsy classmate accidentally tripped on the steps and spilled the drink he was holding onto her lap.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!”

Y/N grimaced as she looked down at her lap, her school skirt and the edge of her blouse stained with pink, strawberry milk. She wasn’t sure how she would explain this to her mom later.

“Here. Take it, please.” Y/N looked up then to find unruly brown hair and large glasses upon pretty (panicked) eyes that would’ve been prettier if the glasses weren’t in the way.

“It’s fine—“ Y/N started to stand but the guy kept pushing his handkerchief towards her.

“No! I’m so clumsy, I’m sorry. Please, I insist. Do you need a ride home? I have a car. You’re Y/N, right?”

At that, Y/N paused, giving him an inquisitive look. “How did you know my name?”

The guy seemed to catch his previous statement and an evident blush colored his cheeks. “Oh u-uh… we—we share a class. English and History with Mrs. Jung.”

Y/N blinked, browsing through the faces of her classmates in her head just as a familiar head of hair sparked in her thoughts, one that sat at the front of the room in every class.

“Oh yeah, I think I know you. Kim—“

“Kim Taehyung.” He finished with a bow.

“Y/FN.”

“I know.”

Y/N smiled when he paused, which was quickly followed by an embarrassed look on his face.

“Anyways,” she took his handkerchief. “Thanks for this. I should get home, though. The milk’s getting sticky.”

“Let me take you home at least.” Taehyung offered once more.

“Oh no, it’s okay—“

“Please. I feel really bad about the whole thing and the least I can do is get you home a lot faster so you can get changed.”

And that was how Taehyung suddenly became a constant in Y/N’s life. With his sweet and lively personality, it wasn’t hard at all for them to become the best of friends. Days turned into weeks, weeks to months and months to a year, and Y/N began to know Taehyung like the back of her hand and vice versa. So well that Y/N could easily tell what runs in his head while Taehyung easily noticed his best friend’s admiration for a certain boy in a hoodie and skateboard.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Taehyung had said out of the blue while they were having lunch in the cafeteria.

Y/N coughed, almost choking on her apple. “What?”

Taehyung grinned, which almost looked smug. “That guy you’ve been stealing glances at for—“ he pretended to count the time but rolled his eyes in the end. “Since we got here?” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder, pointing at the back of the cafeteria where a familiar face sat alone in a table, munching on a sandwich. “His name’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s in my Calculus.”

Y/N tried to look nonchalant, not wanting to tell Taehyung that she already knew his name. She might have stalked him in the library once and took the book he recently borrowed to know his name written on the library card.

“So?” She grumbled, but she could feel the heat creeping to her cheeks as she bit into her apple once more.

“What do you like about him?” Taehyung asked, but this time his tone sounded a lot less cheery.

“I don’t like him!”

“Oh really?” Y/N nodded vigorously. He smirked as he placed his chin on the palm of his hand. “So, you just like randomly staring at people with heart eyes?”

“And what if I do?”

“You don’t stare at me like that.”

Y/N looked at him then but before she could read his expression, the warning bell rang, implying that they needed to get back to class soon.

“I don’t like him.” She said with finality in her tone as she gathered her things and left. As he watched her go, Taehyung sighed, knowing she was lying.

They both were.

~~~

Jeon Jungkook was no one special.

That’s what Y/N had been trying to convince herself for the past year since she first saw him riding his skateboard freshman year. However, the more she saw of him, the more curious she got. It was only during the second semester of her sophomore year did she get the chance to actually talk to the guy... when they shared a table in the library.

“Is this seat taken?” He had asked and as Y/N looked up from the novel she was reading, her speech seem to escape her even when actual words were staring right at her in the face with the book she was holding. At least she managed to shake her head.

“Thanks.” He pulled up a chair opposite her and as he set the book he was holding down onto the table, she smiled when she caught sight of one of her favorite books: a collection of sonnets from the one and only, William Shakespeare. She didn’t peg Jungkook as the poetic type, and Y/N would be lying if she didn’t say it was a good surprise.

“That’s a good one.” She blurted out and when Jungkook looked up at her, she panicked; realizing she just said it out loud. “The book, I mean.”

“Um. Yeah. So, I was told.” He deadpanned before opening the book.

“The author is one of my favorites actually. I mean, he’s Shakespeare, what’s not to like—“

“Which I should be reading right about now.” Jungkook said, not daring to hide his annoyance. “Would be great if you can just let me read in peace.”

At his words, Y/N felt a pang in her chest, hurt for being shut down and a little irritated at his rudeness.

“Um… okay.” She said and that was that. That rude encounter didn’t diminish the burning flame she had for him, however. In fact, it only encouraged her to try harder.

~~~

PRESENT

“So, I did it. I told him I felt but—“ Jen sniffed, fingers idling on the hot cup of tea Y/N had just made for her.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said while Jen shook her head.

“It was my fault, really. I already knew he was going to say no. He had shown nothing to reciprocate my feelings. Friendly but never too much. Nice but never enough to be a sign that he could like me.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, listening.

“But I still did it. I still did it because I couldn’t live my life keeping it a secret forever. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know he had my heart the very first day and had hoped he felt the same way. And maybe that’s when I made a mistake. I decided to give my heart without thought or reason...I just... I decided to love.”

~~~

FLASHBACK

If Satan had a brother, Jeon Jungkook might as well take that title.

As the years passed, Y/N watched Jungkook get into several fights, receive a flurry of detention slips and get reprimanded by teachers at least a few times every day for not wearing his uniform right or failing to submit an assignment on time. There was even a time when he got called by the principal for being caught smoking within school grounds—one Y/N had noticed earlier that morning when she smelled smoke the moment he passed her in the hall. He even traded his skateboard for a motorcycle, now. One that definitely looked like it can take you to hell.

Jeon Jungkook came from being the quiet kid at the back of the class to the feared rebel who bullies younger students. He even formed his own gang—a bunch of delinquents he often hung out with in town. There was a Park Jimin whose known for being a notorious street fighter; a Min Yoongi who’s rumored to be the son of the owner of an underground gambling hub in Seoul and a Jung Hoseok, who everyone says has been in jail a few times due to his stealing habits.

Despite his bad reputation, Y/N still felt for him and she couldn’t understand why her heart decided to set its mark on a boy who’s obviously bad for her, who’s obviously going to break her heart in the end. But she figured, the heart wants what it wants.

“Y/N focus. You’re staring again.” Taehyung reminded as he tapped the text book in front of her with the rear end of his pencil. They were currently studying for finals and Taehyung (a.k.a the smartest student in their year) had volunteered to help her with her Math.

“I was not.” She grumbled as she returned to her solving the sample math problem he had given her.

“You so where.” Taehyung teased, glancing up briefly at the table to their left before adding, “What do you even see in that guy?”

Y/N had admitted to her best friend her long-time crush on the school’s notorious bad boy. The funny part was, Taehyung barely reacted when she told him, reasoning that she wasn’t the subtlest person out there.

Looking at it from a spectator’s point of view, it’s absurd that she would even want to be with the likes of Jungkook when her ‘crew’ involved valedictorians and class presidents, and her grades never really went lower than a B, but she figured feelings were uncontrollable little suckers, and there’s just something about Jungkook that makes her feel alive.

“Plenty. He’s pretty hot. Have you seen his biceps?” She grinned and Taehyung made a disgusted face at her.

“Is that it? You like him because of his biceps?”

“No, he has nice eyes too.”

“How would you even know? He always has his hood on!”

Y/N licked her lips, thinking how she knows because Jungkook often sat on her table at the library to read, even when they rarely spoke. And if they did talk to each other, it would be him trying to shut her up.

“I just know.” She mumbled.

Taehyung sighed and suddenly reached over the table to hold her hand. Y/N looked up, surprised, but didn’t question his actions when he looked so serious.

“I don’t like that you like him.” He said. “I don’t like that you like Jungkook.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Taehyung leaned back with a huff. He looked like he was about to say something but decided against it in the end and said instead, “Because he’s a delinquent, Y/N. And I don’t want you getting involved in his problems. He’s trouble. You know that.”

Y/N blinked at his words, realizing that this was the first time Taehyung had spoken up about Jungkook. Just then, she heard a loud screeching sound of a chair being dragged against the floor and when her eyes snapped up, she saw Jungkook hastily leaving his seat and moving towards the exit. Y/N suddenly looked down and saw how Taehyung’s hand was still holding hers, thinking what it must’ve looked like to Jungkook. It was a crazy thought—not to mention, it didn’t make sense why that would affect him but Y/N pulled her hand away from Taehyung’s anyway before standing up herself.

“I have to go.”

“Wait, what? Y/N! Where are you going?!” Taehyung didn’t get the chance to stop her, however, not when she left so quickly, like she was chasing after something (or someone) very important.

Y/N rushed out of the library, eyes searching for a familiar hoodie.

Bingo! She thought when she spotted him moving towards the parking lot where his motorbike must be parked. Running after him, she panted as she tried her best to catch up to his fast, long strides.

“Jungkook!” She called once they reached the lot’s gates. Jungkook looked over his shoulder then and stopped, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was standing in front of him, Y/N let herself catch her breath from running after him.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook deadpanned.

“I... I just...” Y/N’s mind went black as those doe-shaped eyes settled on her, suddenly unsure why she had run after him in the first place.

“You’re wasting my time, Y/LN.”

Y/N blinked at the mention of her surname, not expecting he would know. “You...you know my name?”

Jungkook seemed to pause at that, and then cleared his throat. “Same class. You’re friends with the rich kid. The nerd.”

“My friend’s not a nerd.” She defended, knowing he was talking about Taehyung.

“Your boyfriend, then?” Jungkook’s eyes darkened and Y/N was speechless but didn’t get the chance to say anything as he was already turning to leave.

He just hopped onto his motorbike when she blurted: “You should know that I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jungkook paused from putting his helmet on, placing it on his thigh as he leaned on it to give her a smug look. “What makes you think I’d care to know?”

“You don’t have to care.” She replied bravely and Jungkook leaned back, looking mildly impressed. “I just want you to know I don’t like Tae like that.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Does he know that, though? It looks to me that your ‘friend’ is as subtle as a brick through a window.”

Y/N blinked a few times, unsure if he meant what she thinks he’s trying to say. “What? He’s not—“ the motorbike’s engine roared to life, drowning out her words.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. It’ll be good for you.” He winked before revving up the bike and accelerating, leaving her in dust and smoke. Once he was out of sight, Y/N stomped her feet and growled in frustration.

“I don’t like him like that!” She yelled at him, even though she knows he’s already long gone. As she left the parking lot in annoyance, she didn’t know that a set of eyes with glasses watched their whole exchange from a corner, heart breaking into a tiny million pieces.

~~~

Love is a risk. That’s what Y/N told herself as she fidgeted with the box in her hands—a small box holding the best cupcake she ever made. On top of it was an envelope holding her most precious feelings for a certain someone, laid out in the most thoughtful and beautiful words.

Y/N knew she and Jungkook developed in the past year. They weren’t friends, but definitely considers herself an acquaintance of his with how the boy always sits with her at the library (and doesn’t snap at her to shut up anymore). There was even a time when he helped her with her Math homework. Well, it was more like him taking her assignment paper and answering everything (correctly, she might add) before handing it over with a roll of his eyes; telling her that she’s been struggling for more than an hour already and it was hurting his head seeing her thinking so hard over a very simple equation. She even made him smile once—thought it may have been a grimace, and noticed how he would acknowledge her with a nod when they pass by in the hallways. With those improvements, Y/N decided it was time to take it up a notch.

On Valentine’s Day, Y/N decided to confess her feelings to Jungkook. Despite being known as the campus bad boy, Jungkook had an army of admirers so Y/N expected that he would be receiving a lot of gifts that day. How will she stand out?

But even though she’s competing with several girl scouts, she knew all of them didn’t have the guts to actually come up and talk to him and Y/N will use that advantage to confess her feelings to him at the lot just before he leaves.

After school, Y/N couldn’t help but feel nervous as she walked towards the parking lot and waited by a corner until her target appeared. Soon enough, Jungkook strolled through the gates, twirling his keys on his finger while whistling a tune. Y/N took her chance, then.

“Jungkook.” She called, stopping the man from walking and whistling. “Hi.”

“Uh, hi.” He simply answered, looking genuinely surprised. “Can I help you?”

“Oh uh. I just...I’m sorry. I was just wondering if I can talk to you for a sec?”

Jungkook regarded her with a long look before eventually shrugging and facing her fully. Y/N took that as a yes and inhaled deeply before reaching into her bag for the box and letter. Jungkook looked curious at first but upon recognizing the gifts, his expression turned to surprised and maybe, a little unbelieving.

“Jungkook. I...I’ve known you since freshman year and the very first day I saw you, I already knew you were someone special.” Jungkook remained silent, and Y/N took it as a cue to continue.

“I know we barely know each other but I...I think my heart knows well enough that I—“

“Hey, Jungkook!”

Y/N snapped up at the call and saw three guys walking towards them. She easily recognized them as Jungkook’s friends: Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok.

“We we’re looking for you, man! You ready to hit up some chicks at the club tonight?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows teasingly and punches at Jungkook’s bicep.

“Oh look, I think Jungkook already has a date.” Jimin smirked as he faced Y/N. “Hey baby, what’s your name?”

Y/N stepped back a little, throwing a glance at Jungkook for help. She knows Jungkook won’t hurt her, but she’s not quite sure about his friends.

Jungkook had a blank expression on his face, however, looking like he couldn’t care less. It hurt her, but even more so when he answered, “No one.”

Y/N felt her heart break, then.

“I don’t think she’s ‘no one’, though.” Hoseok smirked, suddenly stepping up and grabbing the letter from her hands. Before Y/N could protest, he already ripped the envelope open and unfolded the paper, making her gasp. Fear gripped her heart as the boy began to read her letter out loud—her letter holding her deepest thoughts...her letter confessing her heart to Jungkook.

“No…please stop.” She cried but her pleas were to no avail.

“Awww! That’s so sweet!” Jimin snickered before looking back at her. “And I bet that box has a cupcake. Maybe we should make sure it’s just as sweet—“

“Let’s go, guys. Just leave her alone.” Yoongi spoke for the first time, surprising Y/N who looked close to tears. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

“But I’m not finished with the letter. Hear this: Jungkook, I knew from the very first day I saw you on that skateboard that you were going to be a big part of my life. My heart just—“ Hoseok cringed then laughed. “This is golden!”

Just then, a hand suddenly ripped the paper from Hoseok’s hand and when Y/N looked to her right, she’s surprised to see Taehyung by her side.

“I think we’re done here. Now you can all leave or do you want me to add more days—no, weeks to your community service in the next few months?”

The boys stood straighter at his presence, looking more intimidating than usual.

“Come on, smarty pants. We were just having fun.” Jimin joked.

“You’re harassing a student.” Taehyung countered. And if eyes could kill, his stare would have caused casualties. “That doesn’t seem like a joke. Now leave before I tell the principal.”

Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other then, grinning menacingly before cracking their knuckles.

“What are you gonna do about it, nerd?” Jimin taunted as he pushed at Taehyung’s chest.

“Gonna tell on us, huh? Maybe we should beat up that mouth of yours till you can no longer talk.” Jimin reached out and grabbed at Taehyung’s collar. Y/N was gripped with fear, not wanting her best friend to get hurt and immediately tried to pull Jimin’s fist from him.

“Please, stop.” She cried. “Please, don’t hurt him. We’ll leave!”

Y/N stared in fear when she saw the boy pulling back his arm for a punch. Before she could brace for the impact, a hand slammed down on his shoulder, stopping him. Y/N looked up with tears cascading down her cheeks and found Jungkook pulling Jimin back, but his gaze was set on her; blank and cold.

“Let’s go. They’re not worth it.”

Y/N might as well have been punched in the gut at his words and as his gang retreated, Taehyung held her wrist until they left completely; as if he expected her to run after Jungkook just left without a sorry...without a care.

“What makes you think I’d care to know?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in her ears, squeezing her heart painfully.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung finally asked once they were gone but Y/N didn’t answer.

“Y/N. What were you thinking?” He suddenly scolded, unable to help the anger he felt from seeing her with Jungkook a while ago. “Confess to Jungkook? Really? You do realize it has ‘bad idea’ written all over it? The guy had been nothing but awful to you—“

“Please leave me alone, Tae.” Y/N spoke, silencing him.

“Y/N—“

“I said leave me alone!” She snapped. “Just go, Tae!”

Taehyung pressed his lips together, breathing out through his nose before handing over her confession letter and leaving. But before he left, he said, “If you need a ride home, my driver—“

“Just go.” She said, unable to help the wobble in her voice.

With a sigh, Taehyung left. Only when he was out of earshot did Y/N let the tears fall. She raised the confession letter to her face, staining it with tears before finally ripping it apart into pieces and letting it fall to the ground, mimicking her heart that shattered into a million pieces just a while ago.

“I’m so stupid!” She cried, legs giving out and she sat there on the pavement as sobs bubbled out of her chest.

I’m so stupid, she kept telling herself. I’m so stupid to have fallen in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.

~~~

PRESENT

“What do I do now?” Jen asked. “I don’t think I can ever face him in school after what happened.”

Y/N sighed, thinking back to how she was in her exact position years ago.

“You move on.” She answered simply. “You heal. Because time itself is the only thing that could ease the pain.”

~~~

FLASHBACK

Y/N spent the remainder of her high school days avoiding Jeon Jungkook.

It was pretty easy, considering Jungkook never sought her out nor tried to apologize for the humiliation his friends caused her. There was also the fact that he just disappeared one day without a trace. There were talks that he got into jail, immigrated to the US and even got injured badly in a fight. Whatever it was, Y/N didn’t seem to care. She thought it was better that way. She wouldn’t have been able to face him after everything.

Flash forward to two years later and Y/N was a college sophomore at the state university. It was true what people say: time is your best ally when it comes to mending a broken heart, and Y/N found herself healing from her “puppy love” by immersing herself in her course work and focusing on making her dreams come true. She wanted to become a professional chef and took up culinary arts in the hopes of being able to put up her own restaurant someday.

She and Taehyung remained the best of friends and studied in the same university, with the latter taking up business management in preparation for taking over their family business. Through the years, their friendship only became stronger, and Y/N wouldn’t have been able to pull through those dark days if it weren’t for her best friend who stayed by her side and helped her pull herself back up on her feet.

“I’m so done. I can’t do this anymore. I’m completely drained!” Taehyung placed his head on the text book in front of him, groaning. Y/N simply chuckled, knowing he’s only bluffing and could probably perfect the exam even if he didn’t study. He did graduate valedictorian in high school and was also now the top student in his major. Not that Y/N was surprised. Her best friend is the smartest person she knew.

“Stop being so dramatic. We all know you’re going to kill midterms.”

“Not if it kills me first.”

Y/N chuckled as she ran her hand through his hair to soothe him. “Do you wanna have dinner?”

“Sure.” Taehyung stretched his arms over his head then yawned. “Give me a sec to fix my stuff.” He added, pointing at the stack of books and piles of reviewers he had made.

“Yeah, sure. I actually need to go back to the dorm real quick to grab my wallet and jacket. Can we meet at my place?”

“I can always pay, you know?”

Y/N pretended to think about it. “Hmm… tempting. But even if I have the soon-to-be CEO of Kim Enterprises as my best friend…I think I’ll pass. Wouldn’t want to take advantage, you know?”

Taehyung chuckled. “You know I’d let you if you try.” He winked. “I’ll see you in 15?”

Y/N nodded and grabbed a couple of her books on the desk before leaving the library. That night as she walked through the dark street, she didn’t think life would throw her off course—figuratively and literally—when she crossed the street right across from her apartment building and almost got hit by a motorcycle as she was being careless when she decided to rummage through her bag for her keys while crossing. Luckily, the driver was fast to act and stopped his bike, but Y/N was still caught off guard and ended up throwing herself to the side; her books scattering to the ground as she fell.

“Ow.” She winced as she inspected the skin right above her elbow and found a small gash caused by her grazing it on the pavement.

“Miss, are you okay?”

Black boots crunched against the pavement and as Y/N looked up to see the biker, her world seemed to stop.

He was donned in a black jacket over a white shirt with dark jeans and combat boots. She sat there, dumbfounded, and it felt like time slowed for a brief moment with biker boy taking center stage as if an imaginary spotlight had settled over his form...

Talk about history repeating itself.

“Y—Y/N?”

Y/N swallowed hard at the sound of her name from his lips, tasting the bittersweet taste of yesterday.

“Jungkook.”

To be Continued

Hey dears~ I’M BACK! Come scream at me if you want more. keke~

Of course I wouldn’t let this masterpiece pass without writing a scenario based from it. Sorry I haven’t been here much...I’m currently editing and writing a book. I have a book release early next year which I’m so excited to share with you guys.

To those who bought my latest book, Falling, Falling, THANK YOU! It’s still available in stores here in the Philippines. For international orders, US and Singapore orders are ongoing. The deadline for US orders has been extended! So place in your orders today! Here are the forms:

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threadxsteel · 1 year

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❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ( Cullen // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

The question caught her off guard, and Lywc's hand drifted up to lightly touch the scar bracketing her right eye, her lyrium-blue eye. She was held by the Inquisition Commander's gaze for a moment before averting hers.

"It's . . . old history. Not a very interesting story, I'm afraid," she replied, her voice a bit watery even to her own ears.

Very consciously, she lowered her hand and placed her palm on a post of the training ring she'd set up in Skyhold's courtyard for working with new horses. Lywc put effort into a smile and forced herself to look at him again. "But, surely that's not why you came here. What can I do for you, Commander? Have a new horse that needs breaking in? Or perhaps a new recruit interested in picking up a few fencing skills?"

#;; starters and prompts #;; thread #c;; the lion of the mountains {cullen | sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins}#v;; and i will ride with you to the end of the world {inquisition}

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ofexaltationsa · 6 years

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@gildedfaith | a month coming but.

The whole world was waiting on news from the Conclave. Some chevaliers recalled to Val Royeaux from the Dales, expecting deployment against the mages or celebration for an end to the war, Maker bless Divine Justinia V for her wisdom, long may she reign on the Sunburst Throne. Duke Jean-Marc Blanchard waited, bored, trapped among vipers at his family estate. ( He was due to be married, you know. His fiancee was attending the Conclave. She was a bard, like his own father wanted to be when he was young, for House Valmont. He was told it was very exciting and brave. He did not care. )

He waited.

An explosion, the Most Holy dead with all the rest. All the rest. Including her. Oh.

He did not care.

It was better this way. He could go off to the Dales, die with honor like he should have those years ago, and finally be free from The Game and his family, and he wouldn’t torture the poor girl for the rest of her life. The Maker spared her from him, at least.

News, or whatever information could come.

What mattered:

She was alive, though the rest had died.

Oh. A letter, written quickly. A Chevalier can ride faster than anyone else in Thedas, and the men under Jean-Marc were just as skilled as he on horseback. I am on my way.

What else could he do? He had a duty, no?

The Commander was pure Fereldan posturing and sabre rattling.

( A unit of Orlesian Chevaliers riding into Haven at due haste after the Chantry denounced them? As if the fledgling Inquisition didn’t have enough problems. Either they were about to mount an invasion or Orlais had sent specialists to claim the Herald. Either way, unless something changed, blood would be drawn. )

Their leader stood his ground at the gates as if he had every right to be there, refusing to disarm, his mask causing his voice to echo as he yelled back at Cullen, his voice strangely amplified. ( Funny how Orlesians wore those masks even in battle. Perhaps this was why. )

“She is expecting me!” Frustrated, tired. He had ridden day and night to get here, he wasn’t going to be stopped by some barbarian- -

#gildedfaith #jem.#diem.#jem & diem.#v: for lineage not love | ( arranged marriage au )#long post #holy exposition batman

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komorebirei · 6 years

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Her Story | Chapter 2: Dreams

Chapter Word Count: 3,006 / Total Word Count: 4,559

The sun set, casting an orange glow through the white sheer curtains in Julien’s flat. He pulled a light v-neck sweater over his button-down shirt, opting for a trench coat this time. Slipping his wallet and keys into the deep pockets of his coat, he sprayed two pumps of cologne on his neck and headed out the door for the second time that day, this time at a more relaxed pace and without the camera.

A short walk and subway ride later, he was standing in the lobby of one of Manhattan’s signature high-rise buildings. It was a fancy lobby with low lighting, and a concierge discreetly reading a book behind the counter. Leaning against the cold granite wall, Julien shuffled through the photos from the shoot that morning, using the app to rate each photo between 1 star and 5 stars. They didn’t need much post-processing, so he’d be able to wrap that up tonight with some time to spare. He was in a good mood.

Every now and then, the elevator light would blink and the door would open with a whoosh, gracefully breaking the silence. Each time, Julien looked up in expectation, only to glance back down. The thick doors had parted to reveal a businessman checking his phone, then two young women chatting away, then a janitor. Not the person he was waiting for. The photo review was interrupted by a notification of a new text from Gabriela. Sorry, just wrapping up. I’m coming down now. Julien smiled and shot back, Ok, see you soon. He tried to cover his excitement by continuing to review the photos, but his mind wasn’t there anymore. He ran through different scenarios of what he would say when the elevator opened, knowing he would just end up going with the flow anyway.

True to her words, the next elevator arrival revealed the person Julien was there to meet—Gabriela. She was smiling, her long, slightly-wavy dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She was wearing a buttoned-up green pea coat and a brown textured pencil skirt with elegant beige kitten heels. Julien slipped his phone into his pocket and greeted her with a smile as she stepped out of the elevator. “Hey,” he called out.

“Julien!” She came to him with open arms and gave him a quick hug of greeting. “How’s life?"

“Pretty good, actually,” he answered. “How was work?"

Gabriela sighed. “It was a long day, but I’m glad it’s over and I get to spend some time with you. Where are we going?"

Gabriela was a friend he had known since high school. She had gone to college in a different city, but had moved to New York several months ago for work, and they were meeting up for the first time since high school. They had been in the same circle of friends in the past. He wouldn’t have said he was close to her at that time, but they had spent many evenings in the company of the same group of friends, watching movies or hanging out. He had found her attractive back then, but wasn’t one to act on his feelings, so it never progressed beyond the faint suggestion of a high school crush.

Thanks to modern technology and Facebook though, they had developed a closer friendship post-college. For some inexplicable reason, he had sent her a message one day asking how she was, and it led them down the rabbit-hole of long Facebook chats about a variety of topics, from broad life events, to deep philosophical questions. He had never known their minds would align so well. Whenever he needed someone to vent to about his thoughts or whatever was going on, she was the only one that he felt comfortable speaking—or rather, typing—his mind to without worry that she would judge him.

He supposed it was a bit of an unusual relationship they had. They had never spoken much in the real world, back in high school, and they hadn’t seen each other in almost 10 years. Yet they had a degree of intellectual closeness that was unmatched by any of the other relationships he had in his life. Because of that, he was a bit nervous about tonight and unsure of how to act. He decided to just follow her lead and play it cool.

“You like Thai food, right?” Julien asked, remembering she had mentioned that before.

“I do!” Her eyes lit up. "Do you know a place?”

“Sure do,” Julien grinned. “Follow my lead. It’s not too far, so no need to take the subway.”

Gabriela laughed and held the door open for him. Wow, Julien thought. He had forgotten the sound of her laugh. She’s gotten even cuter. Wait, what was he thinking? They were just going out as friends, to catch up and reconnect after all these years. He mentally shook his head to clear the thought. He knew she was dating someone anyway.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Julien gestured toward the right. Falling into step beside Julien, Gabriela shifted her purse to the opposite shoulder so it wouldn’t get between them.

“So, I have to say this feels a bit weird,” Julien confessed, chuckling.

“Weird? Why?"

“Well,” he began, “We’ve been chatting on Facebook, and I feel like I know your mind as well as I know my own. But we haven’t seen each other in almost 10 years.”

“I guess that is a bit strange,” Gabriela laughed. “Well, everything’s new to me here, so I’m glad to see a familiar face.”

“How’s your new job going?"

“Oh, I love it,” Gabriela sighed, “I’m part of the creative team for the cultural reporting program, so there’s always something new. The people are great, the office is beautiful, and I get to do quite a bit of field work too. It can be tiring of course, but that’s life. And it’s a good kind of tired I guess.”

“You’re still singing too, right?” Gabriela used to be in the theatre program in high school, and although her career path had taken her somewhere different, she had mentioned that she wanted to maintain her singing ability by getting involved in whatever she could.

“Yeah,” Gabriela answered, “Lately I’ve managed to land myself a side job, singing at bars with a band. The Cat’s Meow.”

“That’s what they’re called? That’s cute.”

“Yeah, it was a chance meeting. I saw them play at a bar one night and made some conversation with them. Turns out they were looking for a singer."

“That’s awesome. Let me know when you’re performing next, I’d love to come watch you guys.”

“Sure!” Gabriela grinned.

Julien slowed down, holding out one arm to point at a shiny glass restaurant facade. The interior was dimly lit with orange-hued down lights and paper lanterns. “We’re here. After you.” He opened the door for her and she nodded her thanks as she stepped in.

“Two people,” Gabriela told the host, who led them into the restaurant to a booth. They took off their coats and settled in. There was a tea candle at the center of the table, floating in a dome of water with a flower submerged inside. Across from them, a large reef aquarium displayed beautifully colored tropical fish, glinting in the low light while anemones gently swayed.

“This place is fancy,” Gabriela commented. “Have you been here before?"

“Yeah, once,” Julien answered. “For a friend’s birthday. Their mango-on-sticky-rice dessert is amazing."

“I guess we’ll have that to look forward to,” Gabriela winked, picking up the menu.

They spent a few minutes choosing their dishes and placed the order. Julien went with his typical pad thai, and Gabriela chose a green curry. After ordering, Julien stole a glance at Gabriela across the table, suddenly feeling a bit shy. Even though this was supposed to be an outing of friends, the glamorous environment, candle on the table, and privacy of the booth made it feel a lot like a date. Gabriela was important to him of course, she was a great friend, and he had liked her before, wondering if there was potential for them to be something more. But he had no intentions of getting between her and her boyfriend. He hoped she wouldn’t take this the wrong way.

“So,” he started, breaking into a grin and hoping it looked natural, “Uh, you’re dating someone right? Eric was it?” She alluded to him sometimes in her messages but didn’t talk about him a lot. They usually went pretty deep in their conversations about emotions and ideas, but surprisingly didn’t talk much about the details of their lives and the people they surrounded themselves with.

“Yeah. Well…” She looked away, a pensive expression on her face. “I was dating him."

“Was?” Julien looked at her inquisitively.

She continued to look away, as if it were a topic she wanted to avoid. “Yeah… we broke up recently."

“If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s ok,” Julien reassured her.

“No, it’s ok.” She sighed. “I mean, I’m not sad about it. I’m the one who broke it off. But I guess I’m just… kind of annoyed by the whole situation. He keeps trying to get me back somehow. Sending presents to my job, letters in the mail.”

“Wow.” Julien didn’t know what else to say. He couldn’t resist asking, “Why did you break up with him?"

“Well…” she struggled to find the words. “It was inevitable. I always felt like there were parts of my personality that he wasn’t willing to accept. We had some good memories, but I don’t think we would have made it in the long run."

“Oh really?” Julien looked down at the napkin he was turning over in his hands. The thought came into his mind, If she’s single, then does this count as a date? He pushed the thought away again. It was too soon. Does she see it as a date? She looks pretty dolled up. No. Too soon. Julien shook his head. It wasn’t time to flirt, it was time to be a good friend. “Well, it was wise of you to recognize that. Are you sure you’re ok?"

“Yeah,” Gabriela smiled. “I’m relieved, actually. And glad I’m here with you tonight. If I were still dating him, I’m sure he’d be texting and calling me now to make sure nothing was going on between us."

Julien shuddered internally. That would’ve been stressful. He couldn’t stop the words from slipping out, “So I guess we’re in the clear.” He winked at her. Ugh. Why? Anyway, it just felt so natural.

Gabriela laughed. The waitress brought their drinks—just water for both of them.

Swallowing a sip of water, Gabriela asked him, “So, what are you up to these days? Still freelancing?"

“Yeah,” Julien answered. “It’s a pretty sweet life I guess. I have appointments almost every day. And in my off days, I take art shots and sell photos online. Sometimes I have to travel for photoshoots, so I get exposed to all kinds of new people and places."

“That sounds exciting."

“It is. And it’s going pretty well, so I can even afford to take time off if I need or want to."

“I guess we can thank your rebellious teenage days,” Gabriela joked, referring to the times in high school he would opt to roam around town taking pictures instead of doing his homework. Back then, he did it out of a mild depression and longing for an escape from his suburban student lifestyle, but that had been when he started his Instagram. It was true, what had started as a side hobby had led him down his career path. He was one of the lucky few, he supposed, who got to make a living out of doing what he loved.

The meal passed with this type of quiet conversation. Thought it felt like a first date, with two people meeting for the first time in years, there were many moments that reminded both Julien and Gabriela that they had a shared past and knew each other very well already. It was comfortable and intimate. To Julien, it felt like a dream. He had been nervous that the dinner would be awkward, but on the contrary, he felt as though he had slipped into a pocket of space and time that would last forever. They talked about the past few years of their lives, joked, and shared tastes of their dinners. He enjoyed the night more than he had imagined he would, and reading Gabriela’s demeanor, it seemed the same was true for her.

Soon enough though, their dessert plates were empty and Julien was signing off on the receipt, slipping it into the black leather holder with a few bills. “Shall we?"

Gabriela nodded, and they walked out of the restaurant into the chilly autumn air. Julien’s cheeks felt warm, glowing with the aftermath of laughter and pleasant company. He saw Gabriela shiver and held out an arm for her, hoping she didn’t find it too forward. “Let’s keep warm,” he said sheepishly. To his relief, she took his arm with a grateful smile. “Where are you going?"

“I have to take the 5 train north,” she replied. “I think the subway entrance is right up the block."

“Yeah,” Julien nodded, “I’m taking a different train but we can walk together to the station.”

“It was… really nice meeting with you,” Gabriela said quietly as they walked. Julien smiled, feeling a flutter in his chest.

“Yeah, thanks for coming out with me,” Julien replied. “I know you must be tired from work. It means a lot to me."

“No problem! It was a treat.” Gabriela turned to smile at him, her eyes catching the light from the neon signs they were passing. Her cheeks were flushed from the chilly weather, framed by her wavy hair that blew gently in the breeze. Even with the slight heels, she was about a head shorter than him, and had to look up to meet his eyes.

Julien almost stumbled, feeling his cheeks get warm again and suddenly very conscious of her arm in his. “Oh,” he said, breaking her gaze, “Here’s the subway. Watch your step."

They descended into the grimy station, a pungent cocktail of smells suffocating them. “This is my platform,” Julien said quietly, indicating a set of steps to their right. “I guess this is where we part ways."

“Yeah,” Gabriela answered, pulling him into a hug. “It was fun. Let’s meet again sometime."

“Sure.” He hugged her back, catching a whiff of her shampoo. Her hair was soft on his cheek.

The embrace felt natural, comfortable, and lasted maybe a little longer than she had intended. She stepped away and smiled at him. “See you next time."

“See you."

Julien walked up the steps to his platform, hearing her kitten heels tap the hard floor of the subway tunnel, quieter and quieter as she walked away to the next platform. He sighed. He really hadn’t known what to expect from tonight, except reconnecting with an old friend. But he felt a warmth in his chest and cheeks that told him he had come away with something he hadn’t expected. This girl, who had been in his life for years and had existed in his mind as a distant memory, who had long been his confidante in the virtual world, was now a very real presence in his immediate life. And this dinner had opened his eyes to how much he actually liked her, how well they got along in the real world. Not only that, but she had just gotten out of a relationship, meaning that he wouldn’t be a complete jerk to entertain thoughts of dating her.

Finally back home in his silent flat, he switched on his computer. It was 9:03 p.m. and he still had to get through the rest of the photos and do some post-processing. He had a meeting in the morning, but it was normal for him to go to bed past midnight, so he had at least 3 hours to finish everything up. That was plenty of time.

Clicking the mouse as the photos flashed before him in a routine he was now well accustomed to, he let his mind wander, picturing the way Gabriela’s dark hair framed her face, the way her eyelashes looked as she blinked, the faint shine of her cheeks in the candle light, the sound of her laugh. She had been a tomboyish, outgoing girl in high school. Who knew his pen pal had grown into such a charming woman? He hadn’t expected her to have this kind of effect on him. Stopping what he was doing for a moment, he pulled out his phone to send her a text, using the nickname she was called by in high school. Hey Gabi, I had a great time tonight. Thanks again.

A few moments and a few photos later, the buzz signaled her response. Me too. Good night!

He smiled and responded, Good night.

Sighing, the warm feeling felt somehow a little painful in his chest as he forced his mind to return to the work in front of him. He could tell this was going to be rough on him. He was a bit of a hopeless romantic. After having had his heart broken during his college years, he had turned away from relationships and focused solely on work for the past few years. He didn’t want to go down that path again. But he could fell himself falling hard. He didn’t even know if she would want to date someone so soon after a breakup.

He sighed and went to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee to help him focus. I guess it’s too late now. Here we go again… Grabbing his mug from the Keurig machine, he settled into his desk chair and turned on some jazz on his phone, prepared for the usual long night.

#HerStory #fiction #NaNoWriMo

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jacobmellor · 7 years

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Chapter 4

What was once seen as a bit of a challenge, an opportunity to show that there may be a different way of thinking or doing had recently been getting me down. I spoke to mum about it and her response was perfect, “most stuff is pointless really”

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lib7w9AdDMY

9 months ago I left my bicycle in Da Nang, central Vietnam. That was me leaving my normal. I was stagnant, progressing through places but not really progressing personally.

Stepping out into the unknown was a really amazing step. Me, Jethro and Felipe rode our shitbox motorbikes costing a maximum of $200 across the country together. Each one a Chinese fake, bald tyres, oil leaks, broken lights, broken fuel gauges, dodgy speedos. They were constantly falling over, breaking down, making strange noises, running out of petrol. Locals gesturing they were going to explode any minute, laughing at us as they pulled out of the service station on their real Honda Waves. Well these shitboxes carried us all the way through that amazing country. Through the scorching heat, the torrential rain, over mountains, along bone shaking roads and survived an actual fucking tornado. Every second was priceless.

And upon arriving in Hanoi I quickly stumbled across a group of crazy awesome likeminded people and rented a big mad house together. A family of travellers. We hosted other travellers, ran a free community English class from the living room and taught English in kindergartens for a bit of money. Together we enjoyed everything that wonderful city has to offer.

With the cost of living so cheap and the wage for teaching English so good, we had time to do or not do. Anything, everything and nothing was possible. Sampling tasty food, playing music, painting, busking, yoga, going to festivals, trips to the islands, finding skyscrapers to climb, joining a football team, taking photos, going to circus, we did it all and more. But the centre of our world which we always enjoyed returning home to was our roof terrace. THE ROOF. Coming in from those manic streets you were instantly transported to a tranquil ish bubble surrounded by air cleaning plants and the smell of drying clothes and marijuana. The walls, tables, doors, and hanging clothes were all covered in our art and any space in between was filled with Jerome’s chilled music. Freedom. The little cherry on top of it all was Hien, our incredible Vietnamese housemate full of traditional culture and fire. At first it was a struggle to cope with our western ways but soon she blossomed into this inquisitive lover of life, opening a business teaching Vietnamese to expats, telling her parents she didn’t want to get married, yet, and trying simple things we take for granted like drawing or watching and dancing to live music for the first time. She lived in the room beneath, always keeping us in check. Check Check!

Around Christmas time everybody had made plans for something else, it’s not something to do forever, that Hanoi life, the city as I said is manic. And polluted. I was seeing family in Australia, Stef was hitching and busking back to Italy, Askar was going to Thailand to carry on his amazing journey of travelling without money. Vika and Yura back to Russia to make music, Xsenia and Pavel would carry on busking and travelling around Asia. Nick to Ukraine to meet a girl he’d met in Hanoi, Daniel to Perth to see family, leaving just Jerome and Hien in the house. But before leaving we all spent Christmas Day in Hiens home town, met her family and enjoyed a big dinner together. It was a perfect way to finish.

On the plane to Australia I cried knowing that I would see my family for the first time in 3 years, but also because I was leaving my newly found family and Masha, the woman I’d fallen in love with behind.

My mum and dad, are older, greyer but still the same people at heart, it was surreal to see them after so long. A few weeks spent relaxing, eating and just hanging out with the folks like normal. I’m very lucky. I’m also so thankful that they are happy knowing I’m happy, I couldn’t ask for anything more. It wasn’t so sad leaving them again, just sad to leave those avocado, poached egg, smoked salmon on toast breakies in the cafe.

I hitched from Sydney to Melbourne and back again and then up to Newcastle for a tree planting job. All the time planning on returning to Vietnam and Masha. I asked Daniel to come and help with the job seeing how he was in Oz, he needed money and it would be nice for him to learn how to plant. Just like that, we were planting 15,000+ native grasses by hand, the perfect job for one of the most inspiring families I’ve ever met. I’d been introduced to Paul, Tanya and sons over a year earlier when with Russ. We stayed at their house a couple of nights but never had the chance to fully get to know each other. Paul is working in construction, but has always challenged himself with amazing/insane adventures, living on the edge, sometimes even falling over the edge, but it doesn’t matter, he smashes through everything with his can do attitude and refusal to fail. After his wife died of cancer, he rode his bike to the very northerly point of Australia and kayaked, fucking kayaked to Papa New Guinea. Aaaaaand raised a shit ton of money for charity in the process. Wow, and then there is Tanya. Like us she is definitely a traveller at heart, hitching Europe and Turkey in the, I think 80’s, maybe 90’s. She’s not old old! One of the most open minded easy to talk to people in the world, she fuelled a love for horses by working in stables in different countries. After realising professional riding wasn’t for her and just going with the flow she now sculpts for a living and has life size bronze works on display across Australia. Being creative and doing what she is passionate about! If these guys aren’t an example of following what you love and achieving everything you put your mind to, I don’t know what is.

I’d booked my flight back to Hanoi from New Zealand, because first I wanted to hitch on a boat and do a bit of cycling in real nature before returning to Masha and Hanoi. And I guess this is where that feeling of pointlessness has come from. I couldn’t find a boat and things haven’t worked out with Masha. I’m not really used to things going against me, I’m used to things being hard, I can deal with that, but all of a sudden my dream of sustainable travel seemed up in a big fossil fuel guzzling cloud of aeroplane smoke as I bailed and flew to NZ. The fact the relationship ended multiplied this feeling ten fold, I felt lost. Instead of doing what I’d done previously, enjoying the journey for what it was, riding the waves, embracing the challenge, learning from the mistakes, going with the flow, smiling at the punctures or the breakdowns, or the bad weather, shitty road, lack of food. I got down.

I was riding but not riding, my head was stuck up in that cloud. But New Zealand is so bllllllloody beautiful that it’s actually difficult not to live in the moment when your surrounded by so much breathtaking scenery. And then I met cyclists Ryan and Dee, an awesome friendly couple from England, with the positive vibe returning I’m starting to find apples everywhere, and people are giving away the best tastiest pinkest peaches you can imagine. I stayed a few nights with a girl who loved to bake. Scones, banana bread, apple + blackberry pie, a loaf of bread and then leaving and discovering a home made quiche she’d woken up early to bake and put with my lunch. Last night I stayed with a family of 6, the dad Chris had cycled from the top of the north island to the bottom of the South Island. 3000km along rough trails in 22 days. Their 3 teenage daughters outwitting me in every conversation and then waking up this morning to watch their 11 year old average sized son devour 8 weetabix, his response, “I do a lot”. Needless to say, I feel good, I feel high on life. I already thought I should write a post whilst I was riding into town this morning. And then waiting for me was a message from a profile I’d made on a boating website months ago, I have just received an email asking if I want to crew a marine biology sailing yacht to Fiji and back.

I’m not saying that being positive or living in the moment had anything to do with the boat, it didn’t. The thing on the boat may never even materialise. I’m just saying that everything is always alright in the end, so no point getting down and worrying about it. You are doing what feels right, that’s all that matters.

So yes most stuff is pointless, my pointless thing is to challenge misconceptions and push boundaries, what’s yours?

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V-Rally 4, Sensible World of Soccer lead a low-key month for Xbox Games with Gold • Eurogamer.net

Those hoping for a blockbuster bonanza of a May for Xbox Games with Gold should probably take a moment to adjust their expectations; Microsoft has revealed its latest Games with Gold line-up, and it’s a bit of a low-key month, offering V-Rally 4, Warhammer 40,000: Inquisitor – Martyr, Sensible World of Soccer, and Overlord.

V-Rally 4, developer Kylotonn’s 2018 revival of long-defunct publisher Infogrames’ celebrated racing series, will be available to download from 1st May until 31st May for Xbox Live Gold subscribers. Despite its pedigree (a few members of Kylotonn worked on the original games), Eurogamer’s Martin Robinson had mixed feelings about this fourth instalment when it came to Xbox One.

“Despite the eccentric handling, the slim car list that offers little by way of customisation, the poorly thought through career mode, the lumpy melange of modes,” he wrote in his review, “I’ve got a real soft spot for V-Rally 4. It’s unashamedly old-school, told with a spring in its step and with glimpses of the unhinged beauty and spectacle that made the racing genre shine back in its 90s heyday… just be warned that the past really was a different place, and this particular nostalgia trip can provide an awfully bumpy ride”.

Next up is the Xbox 360 version of Sensible World of Soccer, which will be available to download as part of Games with Gold from 1st May until 15th May. Another 90s revival, this 2007 reworking of developer Sensible Software’s beloved top-down football series was well-received at launch. Essentially, it’s a remake of the earlier Sensible World of Soccer games, slinging in online play and leaderboards for a more modern experience.

“Minor gripes aside,” wrote contributor Chris Wilkins in his review, “SWOS remains a triumph of playability over tedium and proves the franchise is still a strong contender for the greatest football game of all time. Ten years have passed since I first played this game and still I continue to soak up hours playing it. After the sorry series of franchise hiccups that have been bestowed upon the fan base over the last ten years, Sensible Soccer is back.”

V-Rally 4.

Moving on, Warhammer 40,000: Inquisitor – Martyr will be available to download from 16th May to 15th June. Eurogamer never gave this one the withering eye of scrutiny in review form, so there’s only so much I can tell you. It came to Xbox One in 2018, though, and is a Diablo-esque dungeon romp described as a “grim action-RPG featuring multiple classes of the Inquisition who will carry out the Emperor’s will” on its Steam page.

Lastly, then, is Overlord, Codemasters’ comedic 2007 fantasy caper in which players get to be the bad guy. The end result is a reasonably amusing action-RPG, tonally reminiscent of Lionhead’s Fable series, and incorporating a spot of light Pikmin-esque minion-wrangling as you command your demonic underlings to do your evil bidding.

“Overlord may remind the more experienced gamer of a mass of things,” wrote Kieron Gillen in his 8/10 review back in 2007, “but it’s only so identifiable as they’re conventions which relatively few games have used successfully. And when a few quick clicks send a spindly-limbed wave heading over to cause havoc, it’s its own thing.”

So there you go; May (and a little bit of June) for Xbox Games with Gold.

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Freemasonry is full of jewish symbolism because it's basically esoteric kabbalah for gentiles. www.stichtingargus.nl/vrijmetselarij/ritualen_en.html Link to their rituals by the way. From last thread: Scottish rite masonry has submitted to Jesuits since the 19th century: https://youtu.be/QA4DVUUewu4 Popish origin of English freemasonry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vl_ANuq3Rf8 "Loyola was a converso" refuted: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arR6FiCbHcU Apparently they have to be tolerant of all religions and think we all basically worship the same God. How anyone can call himself a christian and mason is beyond me to understand

The Beatles legit feels like hypno music. I've never liked it. "Gimme Shelter" has MK Ultra-tier lyrics. http://bit.ly/2HOJ2Rb An outstanding example of social conditioning to accept change, even when it is recognized as unwelcome change by the large population group in the sights of Stanford Research Institute, was the “advent” of the BEATLES. The Beatles were brought to the United States as part of a social experiment which would subject large population groups to brainwashing of which they were not even aware. When Tavistock brought the Beatles to the United States nobody could have imagined the cultural disaster that was to follow in their wake. The Beatles were an integral part of “THE AQUARIAN CONSPIRACY,” a living organism which sprang From “THE CHANGING IMAGES OF MAN,” URH (489)-2150-Policy Research Report No. 4/4/74. Policy Report pre-pared by SRI Center for the study of Social Policy, Director, Professor Willis Harmon. The phenomenon of the Beatles was not a spontaneous rebellion by youth against the old social system. Instead it was a carefully crafted plot to introduce by a conspiratorial body which could not be identified, a highly destructive and divisive element into a large population group targeted for change against its will. New words and new phrases–prepared by Tavistock(1)– were introduced to America along with the Beatles. Words such as “rock” in relation to music sounds, “teenager,” “cool,” “discovered” and “pop music” were a lexicon of disguised code words signifying the acceptance of drugs and arrived with and accompanied the Beatles wherever they went, to be “discovered” by “teenagers.”

construction began on the WTC the same year that 9-1-1 became the nat'l emergency number.

Also, Donnie Darko (a film that revolves around a fatal plane crash) premiered at a movie festival on 1/19/2001. Its wide release took place in October of that year.

Plato explains how certain types of music would have to be restricted from the population or limited to only certain people who had already learned to control their passions. I thought it was common knowledge that music has a huge amount of power of the people. One of the reasons I don't listen to the radio anymore or anything produced in the modern world. All of it literal CIA trash. “When on the East the sheer bright star arose that tells of coming Dawn, the ship made landfall and came up islandward in the dim of night. Phorkys, the old sea baron, has a cove >here in the realm of Ithaka; two points >of high rock, breaking sharply, hunch around it, making a haven from the plunging surf that gales at sea roll shoreward. Deep inside, at mooring range, good ships can ride unmoored. There, on the inmost shore, an olive tree throws wide its boughs over the bay; nearby >a cave of dusky light is hidden for those immortal girls, the Naiadês. Within are winebowls hollowed in the rock and amphorai; bees bring their honey here; and there are looms of stone, great looms, whereon the weaving nymphs make tissues, richly dyed as the deep sea is; and clear springs in the cavern flow forever. >Of two entrances, >one on the north allows descent of mortals, >but beings out of light alone, the undying, >can pass by the south slit; no men come there.” Homer, The Odyssey, Book XIII, transl. Robert Fitzgerald

Theologists therefore assert, that_these two gates are Cancer and Capricorn; but Plato calls them entrances. And of these, theologists say, that Cancer is the gate through which souls descend; but Capricorn that through which they ascend. Cancer is indeed northern, and adapted to descent; but Capricorn is southern, and adapted to ascent (note 12). The northern parts, likewise, pertain to souls descending into generation. And the gates of the cavern which are turned to the north are rightly said to be pervious to the descent of men; but the southern gates are not the avenues of the Gods, but of souls ascending to the Gods. On this account, the poet does not say that they are the avenues of the Gods, but of immortals; this appellation being also common to our souls, which are per se, or essentially, immortal. It is said |28 that Parmenides mentions these two gates in his treatise "On the Nature of Things", as likewise that they are not unknown to the Romans and Egyptians. For the Romans celebrate their Saturnalia when the Sun is in Capricorn, and during this festivity, slaves wear the shoes of those that are free, and all things are distributed among them in common; the legislator obscurely signifying by this ceremony that through this gate of the heavens, those who are now born slaves will be liberated through the Saturnian festival, and the house attributed to Saturn, i.e., Capricorn, when they live again and return to the fountain of life. Since, however, the path from Capricorn is adapted to ascent, hence the Romans denominate that month in which the Sun, turning from Capricorn to the east, directs his course to the north, Januanus, or January, from janua, a gate. But with the Egyptians, the beginning of the year is not Aquarius, as with the Romans, but Cancer. For the star Sothis, which the Greeks call the Dog, is near to Cancer. And the rising of Sothis is the new moon with them, this being the principle of generation to the world.

This doc details the city of Baiae. It was a wealthy coastal city. The Emperor built experimental buildings, and had party goers talk about how the interiors affected them emotionally. Concrete let them play around with shapes like never before. 3D video games are an infinite continuation of this kind of thinking. Vidya are totally fabricated, experimental worlds designed to illicit an emotional response from the participants. JOIN US https://www.facebook.com/groups/qanonreports https://twitter.com/CIACLOWN1 https://www.bitchute.com/channel/ciaclown16661/

https://www.theosophical.org/publications/1551 https://www.theosophical.org/publications/1586 https://www.theosophical.org/publications/1550

Final Fantasy 7 had an interaction where old men invited you to a private sauna, and you end up in bed with one of them. Watch this, it's normalizing old pedos gang banging kids.

Yakuza must be heavily tied in with it all, just look at the rackets they are known for running as well as government intermingling. Reminds me of Gumpei Yokoi leaving after the failure of the Virtual Boy for Bandai, making the Wonderswan which went on to be pretty succesful in Japan then was killed in a "highway accident". It's no secret how linked the game companies are to yakuza groups either, I remember a really good documentary about Nintendo's old president Hiroshi Yamauchi and how he had dealings with them but it's been scrubbed from the internet seemingly.

So whats the deal with the jesuits? They were founded by a jew who was investigated twice by the spanish Inquisition for connections to the Alumbrados (The Illuminati) centuries before the Illuminati was created by Jesuits and Jews in bavaria. More than half of the Jesuit founders were jews. So many jews dominated the jesuit order that the catholic church and pope started requiring background checks to determine Jesuits were not jews going back multiple generations but this was discontinued http://www.unz.com/article/review-the-jesuit-order-as-a-synagogue-of-jews/.

This may be worth listening for you. I've seen a lot about Mozart and The Magic Flute which he gets in to about 15 minutes in but the whole beginning is talking about that time period in Europe, including Adam Weishaupt and the original foundation of The Illuminati.

I've always suspected the Power Rangers was occult. The 1995 Power Rangers movie is hard to find clips of. Looking at it now i think it was predictive programming. The female sages look like soft core porn actresses. The Power Rangers travel around as a rainbow of light. The Power Rangers are a NWOesque multicultural fighting force bonded by new age spirituality, and a desire to fight "the enemy." http://bit.ly/2W0sU8V https://archive.org/details/MightyMorphinPowerRangersTheMovie1995VHS_201809 >44:00 Ivan Ooze wears a crescent, and downward star hat while handing out ooze to children. >49:40 sad frog power ranger >1:23:14 Parents all under mind control, and suicidal after exposure to children's ooze(Ooze may allude to the Hermetic dark moisture) >1:25:20 Ivan Ooze is smashed and the rings of light(Saturn) free the parents from their suicidal spell cast by the Ooze. https://io9.gizmodo.com/secret-origins-of-the-japanese-superhero-show-that-beca-1722551968 (((Haim Saban))), the head of Saban Entertainment, approached Toei offering a partnership to air the then-most recent Sentai show, 1992’s Kyōryū Sentai Zyuranger. He had become fascinated by the Super Sentai concept, after seeing the 1985 show Bioman. But unlike Marvel, Saban did not want the full show: Their request was simply to use the action sequences that had been shot for all 50 episodes of Zyuranger, so that Saban could build an entirely new action series around it (and, most importantly, own the majority of the rights to it).

Ivan Ooze has an Order of the Eastern Star style star on his chest. https://archive.org/details/MightyMorphinPowerRangersTheMovie1995VHS_201809 46:40 Ooze infects parents and makes them slaves 47:15 Ivan Ooze promotes his Ooze drug over television 48:00 porn chick promotes animism to the multicultural Power Rangers The "Ooze" felt like a metaphor for something. Like a karmatic warning. >https://io9.gizmodo.com/secret-origins-of-the-japanese-superhero-show-that-beca-1722551968 This allowed Saban to essentially eject the vast majority of Zyuranger’s plot, and develop a vastly different story to slot the action sequences into. Originally, Zyuranger was not about modern-day people becoming superheroes, as many Super Sentai shows were. Rather, it was about a group of Humans who came from an ancient civilization that existed during the time of the dinosaurs 170 million years ago. The 5 heroes—Boi, Mei, Dan, Goushi, and Geki—were placed in suspended animation following the sealing away of their evil rival, the witch Bandora, only to reawaken in ‘90s Japan, following Bandora’s escape. Each hero represented one of 5 prehistoric “Guardian Beasts”, and they invoked their powers to summon giant robot dinosaurs and battle Bandora’s alien forces from a planet named Nemesis. >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C3X4gLd1gQ Occult breakdown of the Power Rangers movie. Their colors reflect chakra colors. (ignore the gold shilling) So the Haim Saban jew changes the story from ancient heros to modern, multicultural, K-12 plebs fighting "evil." The American Power Rangers series uses distinctly Jewish names. I'm suspicious of anything starting with a z. http://bit.ly/2W0sU8V Angel Grove, California is a fictional town in the Power Rangers Universe, the setting for much of the action of the Zordon Era of Power Rangers. Angel Grove is presumably based on Los Angeles or San Francisco, >but the town was shown as being settled by the British, a historical impossibility. >(British Israelism) The population is 376,000 and the elevation is 241 ft. According to a computer trivia program it was established in 1775, another historical impossibility. In the show, Angel Grove is the home of the Power Rangers, who for most of the series attend Angel Grove High School, the exteriors of which were shot at Grant High School in Los Angeles. >Angel Grove is also close to the site of the Command Center (Power Chamber), the Power Rangers' base of operations, exteriors of which were shot at the Brandeis-Bardin Institute, a Jewish religious retreat in the Los Angeles area. Angel Grove was the setting of the villains' attacks until "Countdown to Destruction" (the Power Rangers in Space finale). It has also been stated Leo Corbett (the Red Lost Galaxy Ranger) that most of Terra Venture's space colonists are former Angel Grove residents seeking a new home - to get away from all the alien and monster attacks on Earth. The location of Angel Grove also experienced a huge climate shift in its history, as seen in certain episodes where some of the Rangers travel back in time. During colonial times, the city was surrounded by a lush green forest, but in the Wild West era, Angel Grove was located in a desert, suggesting the climate became much dryer. >(the Middle East) The myth of Tammuz and Ishtar is one of the earliest examples of the dying-god allegory, probably antedating 4000 B. C. (See Babylonia and Assyria by Lewis Spence.) The imperfect condition of the tablets upon which the legends are inscribed makes it impossible to secure more than a fragmentary account of the Tammuz rites. Being the esoteric god of the sun, Tammuz did not occupy a position among the first deities venerated by the Babylonians, who for lack of deeper knowledge looked upon him as a god of agriculture or a vegetation spirit. Originally he was described as being one of the guardians of the gates of the underworld. Like many other Savior-Gods, he is referred to as a "shepherd" or "the lord of the shepherd seat." Tammuz occupies the remarkable position of son and husband of Ishtar, the Babylonian and Assyrian Mother-goddess. Ishtar--to whom the planer Venus was sacred--was the most widely venerated deity of the Babylonian and Assyrian pantheon. She was probably identical with Ashterorh, Astarte, and Aphrodite. The story of her descent into the underworld in search presumably for the sacred elixir which alone could restore Tammuz to life is the key to the ritual of her Mysteries. The myth of Ishtar symbolizes the descent of the human spirit through the seven worlds, or spheres of the sacred planets, until finally, deprived of its spiritual adornments, it incarnates in the physical body--Hades--where the mistress of that body heaps every form of sorrow and misery upon the imprisoned consciousness. The waters of life--the secret doctrine--cure the diseases of ignorance; and the spirit, ascending again to its divine source, regains its God-given adornments as it passes upward through the rings of the planets. This is from Manly Palmer Hall Secret Teachings of All Ages https://www.cia.gov/library/abbottabad-compound/E4/E4AAFF6DAF6863F459A8B4E52DFB9FF4_Manly.P.Hall_The.Secret.Teachings.of.All.Ages.pdf https://blogs.wdav.org/2014/08/mozart-101-part-3-of-4-the-magic-flute/ German poet Goethe once said about The Magic Flute, “If the multitude find pleasure only in what is actually visible, the initiated will not fail to perceive the higher meaning.” Those “initiated” are none other than the Freemasons. Mozart became a Mason in December 1784 and was an active member until his death seven years later. Freemasonry in Mozart’s time was driven by a desire to spread the ideals of the Enlightenment – reason, tolerance, and humanism. Mozart found solace in these principles as he dealt with the passing of his father, troubles in his marriage, and his ever-growing debt. It is no surprise then that his later works became saturated with Masonic themes. The Magic Flute is certainly no exception. Written at a time when Freemasonry was condemned and discredited, The Magic Flute has been called an “Enlightenment allegory, veiled in masonic ritual.” >Mozart didn’t limit his Masonic nods to just the abstract allegorical level. Freemason rituals and symbolism are scattered throughout the opera. Take the number three, for example. This numeral, an important figure to the Masons, occurs again and again: the main character Tamino is rescued by three ladies and guided along his journey by three boys; he must endure three trials to join the brotherhood; the snake representing ignorance is cut into three pieces. Mozart even goes so far as to write the work in a key signature with three flats. The Magic Flute, meant to epitomize the meaning of Freemasonry, was Mozart’s last completed composition. He fell ill two days after its premiere. He died after the show’s 67th performance. One hypothesis regarding Mozart’s death is that Masons poisoned him for revealing their secrets.

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Driving the Looney Tunes Aston Martin V8 Cygnet

The original Cygnet isn’t a proper Aston Martin—it’s simply a leather-clad Toyota (Scion) iQ. The British marque’s version of the front-wheel-drive city car theoretically satisfied the urban needs of European Aston Martin customers while helping lower the company fleet’s carbon emissions.

But it never caught on. A price tag twice the amount of an iQ despite running the same mechanical bits surely didn’t help. Aston planned for annual sales of 4,000 units but, after the 2011-13 production run ended, only around 300 Cygnets found buyers. Maybe if Aston skipped the 94-hp engine and installed, say, a 430-hp V-8 sending drive to the rear wheels, things would have been different. Enter the Aston Martin V8 Cygnet. Coined “The Ultimate City Car,” it’s clear Aston sees the word “ultimate” in a far different light than Toyota when it comes to defining an urban runabout.

The one-off, Frankensteinesque creation came about under the “Q by Aston Martin Commission” service for one particularly enthusiastic and dedicated customer—a customer whose collection includes the only road-legal Vulcan hyper track car.

“The V8 Cygnet was about dreaming of ideas,” said Dan Wood, prototype build tech at Aston Martin.

That idea came about near end of Cygnet production in 2013 but it had to wait until Aston launched the DB11 and new Vantage. The project started with a complete, right-hand drive Cygnet and took about a year.

“It was a big push to get it done for the reveal at Goodwood [Festival of Speed in July 2018],” noted Wood.

The drivetrain, subframes, and suspension come from a last-generation V8 Vantage S including the normally aspirated V-8 and rear-mounted paddle-shift gearbox. Packaging it all into the micro-sized Cygnet was challenging but wasn’t the only hurdle.

“[The] biggest fight in development was making it drivable given the short wheelbase,” Wood noted. “Programming and tuning was difficult. The brakes are very strong and it was tricky to tune all to the small car.” He then offered a bit of advice as I climbed into the driver’s seat: “Remember, there’s no traction or stability control. And respect that very short wheelbase, especially under braking.” Duly noted.

The mix of aftermarket, Aston Martin, and Toyota controls scattered randomly around the cockpit make it obvious this is no conventional production car—as if the wide fender flares encapsulating 19-inch V8 Vantage wheels and big brakes with yellow calipers weren’t an obvious clue. There are zero airbags, a removable steering wheel, and two fixed competition Recaro bucket seats with racing harnesses. The custom carbon-fiber dash houses a Toyota (sorry, Cygnet) power mirror switch mixed with V8 Vantage buttons and controls, including a bespoke pod with transmission controls and the awkward, old-school Aston Martin “Emotion Control Unit” (read: key). An out-of-place digital display for the HVAC temperature and a red pull knob for the integrated fire system reminds you of the custom nature of the V8 Cygnet, as does the 9.25-gallon fuel cell where the rear seats once lived. The small gas tank feeding the thirsty V8 won’t be a bother, however, as this is no long-distance cruiser.

First, the driving position is poor. The steering column offers zero adjustment and the pedals are set at an odd angle. Then there’s the rather horrible, clunky single-clutch, seven-speed gearbox. But that’s no fault of Wood and the rest of the build team. It was horrid in Aston production cars as well. Of course, the V8 Vantage’s manual gearbox would have been a fix but there’s no room in the footwell for a third pedal. Ride quality is nearly as bad as the gearbox. It’s as if the spring rates and dampers are set up for the smoothest racetrack on earth.

“Part of the reason it’s so stiff is due to the limited suspension travel on offer,” said Wood.

Hunting for rare, smooth British roads, the V8 Cygnet grabs every surface imperfection possible. The effecet isn’t helped by the wide Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 track-focused tires intended for Goodwood and, of course, the short wheelbase. As the feeble air conditioning (the rear unit from a Rapide) struggles to keep up on the warm English summer’s afternoon, I begin to wonder why Aston Martin went to the trouble of making such a powerful, funky Cygnet outside of it being a cool endeavor on paper. At least the car is very solid and feels extremely well built, with no shakes or rattles.

A lovely section of smooth, empty road transforms the hot rod Cygnet just in time. The glorious V-8 is finally able to stretch its legs without the car trying to toss me into a hedge. The powerful brakes, plethora of grip, overall balance, and communicative steering all come together. The clumsy gearbox works better when shifted high in the rpm range with your foot flat to the floor. You sit quite high, giving an excellent view of narrow British country roads. I begin dreaming of taking the 45-mile detour to the recently reopened Mallory Park circuit just outside Leicester to give the V8 Cygnet a proper run on a racetrack. I’m also reminded that, no matter how impressive the Mercedes-AMG twin-turbo V-8 is in the new Vantage and DB11, naturally-aspirated engines are still pure heaven. Wood and the rest of the gang at Aston Martin really did a magnificent job with this very challenging project. It was clearly no small feat.

My time in the V8 Cygnet ended at The Bell in Alderminster for their monthly car and bike meet. As I pulled into the parking lot of the quaint English pub, the organizers were clearly bewildered as they tried to figure out what car group to park the Cygnet amongst. “What is it?” they ask. A a 430-hp Aston Martin. “Wait, it’s what and it has how much power?” In the end, they simply motion toward a section of grass with a Ferrari and a new NSX due to their understandable mix of confusion and fascination. The crowd instantly overwhelms the car. Usual British restraint is thrown to the wind as overly inquisitive queries fill the air.

The V8 Cygnet is all about being fun and quirky while also exhibiting Aston Martin’s ability to build a special project. It looks extremely muscular and sounds magnificent. It’s a wonderful creation by a group of true enthusiasts. We can only hope more companies follow what Aston has done with this left-field creation. The modern cookie-cutter world needs more cars like the V8 Cygnet.

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ON SALE N/A PRICE N/A ENGINE 4.7L DOHC 32-valve V-8/430 hp @ 7,300 rpm, 361 lb-ft @ 5,000 rpm TRANSMISSION 7-speed single-clutch automatic LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, front-engine, RWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE N/A L x W x H 121.2 x 73.2 x 59.1 in WHEELBASE 78.7 in WEIGHT 3,031 lb 0-60 MPH 4.2 sec TOP SPEED 170 mph

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Driving the Looney Tunes Aston Martin V8 Cygnet

“The V8 Cygnet was about dreaming of ideas,” said Dan Wood, prototype build tech at Aston Martin.

“It was a big push to get it done for the reveal at Goodwood [Festival of Speed in July 2018],” noted Wood.

“Part of the reason it’s so stiff is due to the limited suspension travel on offer,” said Wood.

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