#You threw the quesadilla at the wall???

[cis-chan]

idk if this has been posted before but it has me fucking screaming. they thought they did smthn

#like WHAT #You threw the quesadilla at the wall??? #i cant tell if this is a joke or not im autistic #op

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons ..!

warnings : literally none, perfectly sfw 😍😍

content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)

authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥

pt. 2 ! taglist!!!! masterlist!!

- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.

- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.

- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.

- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”

- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)

- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.

- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.

- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!

- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍

- bites. she is such a biter.

- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞

- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up

- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up

- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.

- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill

- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool

- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date

- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face

- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months

- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating

- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated

- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞

- really good at solving rubix cubes???

- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point

- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.

- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞

- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭

#loser!ellie #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #modern au #lesbian

[greenteabelle]

an alternate take on the end of purgatory .

it's been quiet for a long time , though q!philza can never quite get used to the loss of hearing tiny feet excitedly jumping around in the grass and cheery tunes on the flute .

but they're safe . asleep with no signs of waking up , but they're here .

so q!philza does the only thing he can think of and prepares for them to wake up .

together, q!philza and q!fit chip away at the ominous black structures , coughing at the dust as it slowly falls apart yet have no sign of stopping . their chatter is light-hearted , though there a bouts of contemplative silence littered throughout .

should they even be removing these structures ? after spending such a long time in purgatory , these terrible sights remain . what if the eggs never wake up ? what if they're trapped in their own version of purgatory and that was their only way of communication -

no .

it's fine .

it has to be .

so they continue to break them apart and though they take care to keep their clothes clean , because the eggs could wake up at any moment and they need to look their best so they don't worry , their fingers are stained with charcoal .

" gosh , who knew cleaning these things up would be such a hassle ? i'm gonna have to scrub my hands like crazy after this . "

q!philza laughs and simply wiggles his obdisian talons at his friend . " lucky for me , no one can tell the difference . "

" ALRIGHT PHIL , GO ON AND HAVE FUN AT MY MISERY NOW WHY DON'T YOU ? "

q!philza only cackles , finding a reprieve from the overwhelming loneliness . they start to make their way back , deciding that they've cleaned up enough , only to be interrupted by a crackle of static .

" to the residents of quesadilla island , we offer you a late welcome back after your vacation . your eggs have been recuperating in the hospital due to their unfavourable conditions , but we are pleased to announce good news . please gather in front of the hospital , and we hope you enjoy the island . "

" fit ? "

" yeah . i'll see you there . "

q!philza tears his way out of the waystone and leaps over the railing on the top of his wall , feeling a brief moment of weightlessness before he descends to the ground . his wings flap wildly against the wind , yet he has the biggest grin on his face .

landing solidly in front of the entrance , he sees him .

chayanne .

his beautiful son .

" chayanne , you're awake ! " q!philza exclaims as he rushes over to the egg , scooping him up into a tight hug . " oh , thank god you're awake . "

before he can fret any further , chayanne wriggles out of his grasp and places down a sign . q!philza begins to walk over to tallulah to reunite with her too , only to stop dead in his tracks when he reads the sign .

[ hello ! who are you ? ]

q!philza's blood runs cold .

" chayanne ? it's me , your dad . "

at this point , tallulah also manages to make her way over and she sticks close to chayanne .

[ chayanne ? who is that ? ]

" it's you , chayanne ! " q!philza answers , hysteria creeping in slowly into his voice . " tallulah , you remember me right ? what happened to your brother ? "

[ why are you calling me tallulah ? do i know you ? ]

" ... what ? "

q!philza staggers back , looking around wildly to find someone who can give an explanation , only to find the hospital empty . the bright lights are gone , the bulbs now dim and flickering , and the walls are overgrown with thick vines . cobwebs litter every corner of the hospital , and there isn't another egg in sight .

[ let's just go , this guy is creeping me out ... ]

[ okok , follow me ! ]

q!philza scrambles to grab them , but his hand passes through their bodies and they vanish .

they're gone .

again .

it's his fault , isn't it ?

maybe if he just kept quiet , nothing would have happened .

he had everything he wanted , and he threw it all away .

again and again and again .

q!philza was never meant to be loved .

not then .

not ever .

slowly kneeling to the ground , he weeps and weeps and weeps until he goes limp .

a dark silhouette watching the screen tilts their head in curiosity , zooming in on the tear-stained face of the man . they turn off the screen and walk out of the room . the halls are empty , dust coating the walls of the unused building . there isn't a single sign of life , yet they hum a nameless tune as they make their way toward a vault .

waving a hand , the door slides open to reveal a single glass coffin in the center of the room , connected to countless tubes that seem to go everywhere .

in the coffin , lies q!philza .

the dark silhouette grins , their single eye widened in manic delight .

" the island needs more than me to survive . congratulations on winning purgatory , philza . "

" welcome to your own personal hell . "

#quackity smp #qsmp #philza minecraft #q!philza #lol i'm back #i have a lot more in mind for q!philza angst #what can i say like streamer like fan am i right #i just think having the prize for winning purgatory being locked in hell is kinda on brand #chayanne #tallulah #q!fit

[iambabygorl]

The Nanny [pt.6]

Masterlist

Synopsis: Being a pro hero and working as a teacher at UA, Shota doesn’t have time to be a full time dad for Eri and Shinso too. However, maybe you will be his saving grace through the hard days…

Word Count: 2,405

The next day, you were in your room emptying the boxes that littered the floor. The kids were at school and Shouta was at work, giving you plenty of time to work with no distractions. However, that didn't last long as you heard quiet scratching at the window by your bed. You backed against the wall and wondered it it was just a big rat moving in the walls, or what if it was an intruder trying to break in? You inches toward the window and bent down to yank the lamp plug out of the wall. Picking up the lamp, ready for swinging, you gathered your confidence before throwing the drapes open and scream when you see that stupid bird brained idiot outside your window.

"Jesus Christ, Keigo! What the hell are you doing here?" You asked was you opened the window.

He climbed through and grasped your cheeks before pulling you into a kiss. Surprised and still trying to get your breathing under control from the fright, you slightly pushed his chest. He stopped kissing you and furrowed his brows as he pulled back to look at you.

"Aren't you going to kiss me back? I missed you. You didn't talk to me again last night."

You wiggled against his tight grip as you let out a light chuckle. "Well I'm just, uh, surprised is all? How did you find this place? I don't remember telling you-"

"Baby, I'm a hero. One that flies. I could see your car in the front." He said as he plopped on your bed.

"Oh. That makes sense. That must be how you knew about the quesadillas a while back?"

"You've got it, sweet cheeks!" He said as he threw you a wink.

"That's creepy." You said as you leaned against the wall across from him. "So then, why did you ask for the address if you already knew? Or, you could have just told me so you didn't scare the shit out of me when you showed up."!

"Mm," he hummed, "not my style. Thought I'd show up when everyone else was gone and give you a surprise. I succeeded it seems." He reached his arms out to pull you into him. He opened his legs further to allow you to slot between them as he rested his chin on your breasts.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before lacing a hand in his wind tossed hair. "You're so creepy," you repeated.

He moved his hand down to lift your left leg over his hips then did the same with the other. "Yeah, maybe so, but I'm your favorite."

"Now whatever made you believe that?" You said as you shifted your hips to get comfy. This action pulled a soft groan from the hero's lips as he pinched your side.

"I'm your boyfriend. Of course I'm your favorite." He said as he moved your hips to roll against his.

You sighed as you reached around to grasp his hands and stop his movements. He looked up at you like a kicked puppy and awaited them same words that you said every time this happened.

"Kei...."

"I know.....I know. Still worth a shot. Just waiting for you to change your mind about home someday," he said as he kisses your jaw.

"You know that won't happen, Kei. We've talked about this. Your job as the number 2 hero has long hours and your life is in danger every day. You've already managed to get that scar on that pretty face of yours," you said, running delicate fingers across the left side of his face. "Besides, you know you're not ready to give up the young, single, playboy image. Surely not for me."

He reached up to grab your hand from his face as he placed a soft kiss to your palm. "But I would for you. I'd give it up the moment you say yes. But, I wouldn't want to put you in danger. And when you do change your mind, I better be the first to know."

"Of course you will. I can assure that." You said as you cupped his face in his hands.

"I think this is one of those right person, wrong time things, huh?" He said as he forced out a painful chuckle. You nodded and silence fell over you both. A minute passed before he spoke again. "Should we end this?"

You pulled back from the embrace at this. "Do YOU want to end this?"

He shook his head quickly as he pulled you into another deep kiss. He pulled back and brushed his thumb over your lips before saying, "Never. I never want to, but I do think it would be best to create a little distance. I can't keep pretending you're not mine."

Your face softened as you relaxed your head into his hands. "Maybe it is for the best. That doesn't mean you can quit being my friend though!" You said, pleading with your eyes.

He chuckled and squished your cheeks between his fingers, "Never in a million years, sweet cheeks!"

*****************

That evening. You may have drank a bit. Just a bit while cooking. You needed to fill the empty slot that once was occupied by Keigo. You knew he wasn’t gone for good, but that talk and the hurt in his eyes really hurt. You had to remind yourself that he was still your friend. No more late night calls to help relieve stress.

That night, the dinner table was quieter than usual. You can only imagine why. Your money was on what Eri had said to Shouta last night about you being their mother. You didn’t mind the quiet though. You weren’t in the mood to fake cheerful conversation.

The family thanked you for dinner as you made your way to the kitchen to clean up. As you worked to wash the dishes off, you felt a presence behind you. You turned your head to see Shouta watching as you scrubbed.

“Hey.” You rasped out and turned to scrub some more.

“Hey, want some help?”

“I’ll always take help. Is Shinsou or Eri going to be my little helper?” You asked with a more playful tone.

Shouta moved to place his glass into the sink. His other hand wrapped loosely around your waste as he leaned into the counter to look at you.

“I was actually talking about me. If you don’t mind the company.” He said with a slight upturn to his lips.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you scrubbed harder. “I don’t mind at all. Grab a towel and start drying.”

He did as you said as he came back to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. You welcomed the silence as you both worked together to finish the dishes and when they were finally put up, you stood back against the counter to look at Shouta.

“You’re acting strange.” He said as he eyed your glossy eyes and slumped posture.

“How so?” I asked as he too leaned against the counter across from me.

“You haven’t been as cheerful tonight. I also noticed the bottle of wine half empty on the counter. So what’s up?” He finally said. You bit your lip and immediately felt the guilt set in.

“It was just a rough day today. I’m sorry about the wine. I’ll buy you some more.”

“You don’t have to do that, darling. What made today rough? Did the kids give you trouble?”

You frantically shook your head in reply. “Not at all! They are angels. Just some personal stuff. Nothing to worry about.” You said as tears pricked your eyes.

He furrowed his brows before taking a step forward and placing his hands on your shoulders.

“If something has you this upset, I’m definitely going to worry about it.” He said as he swiped his thumbs across your cheeks to catch the tears.

You chuckled at his sweet gesture and softly grabbed his wrists to stop his doting.

“I promise it’s going to be okay. I’m just being silly probably.”

He moved the both of your hands so he was holding yours and he rested his head against the top of yours. “You’re not being silly. It’s okay to show real feelings sometimes.” You swallowed as the nerves made their way up to tighten in your throat as another tear escaped your eye. You closed your eyes and controlled your breathing before looking up at him.

He looked so beautiful like this.

“Thank you, Shouta. You’re so kind to me.” You said. You tried to not think about how close his lips were to yours. It’s too soon to think about kissing him.

Especially because he’s your boss.

“You’re like one of the family now. I only show kindness to those I care about.” He said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. After placing it there, he moved his hand to cup your cheek.

You leaned into his touch and gave him a soft smile.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked you as he rubbed his thumb across your cheek again.

You sheepishly looked up at him as you reached back to grab the wine bottle.

“Can I have the rest of this?”

***************

You really shouldn’t be thinking of your boss this way.

You stood in the shower, head pressed against the wall as water spilled over your back and down you legs. You had finished the entire bottle of wine and relaxed as the effect of the alcohol took over your body.

You couldn’t help but imagine what would have happened if Shouta hadn’t allowed you to pull away so soon. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close his lips were to yours or how warm his body was against yours as he embraced your face with those large, rough hands.

You wondered howd they feel on you elsewhere…

You reallllyyyy shouldn’t be thinking of your boss like this.

But he was just so handsome. Literally the definition of tall, dark and handsome. And such a good father. And so very sweet and caring even though he hides it under that tough exterior.

You sighed and threw your head back to let the water run over your face now. You tried to think about what groceries the house needed or if the kids needed anything. However, your mind quickly drifted to the words their father whispered to you in the kitchen just moments before.

“Oh, God.” You whispered as you unsuccessfully went to squirt conditioner in your hands and missed. Your feet moved before you could think about it and you immediately slipped, taking down the entire shelf of product and the shower curtain.

“Shit!” You screamed as quietly as you could and moved to stand up, only slipping again. You could only laugh at yourself as you sat there in pain and complete amazement at your stupidity. Because of your laughter, you didn’t hear the sound of someone running into your room and knocking on the door to the bathroom.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What was that?”

You jumped and laughed harder as a tear escaped your eye, but you hadn’t a clue if it was from the pain in your back or your laughter.

“I-I’m fine, Shouta! Just slipped and fell.”

“Do you need help getting up?”

You paused before answering and tried to stand up, but the alcohol and the hard fall said no.

“Uhm, I think I might. I’m so sorry.”

The door pushed open and Shouta entered with his eyes closed. He walked over and reached a hand out and you grabbed on tight as he hoisted you up.

A little too hard.

You were upright within a millisecond and falling right into his body as he stumbled back.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He asked as he helped you gain your footing and turned around.

You grabbed the robe behind you and quickly put it on before answering, wincing as you pushed your arms through.

“I’m fine. Thank you. I’m sorry. You can look now.”

He slowly turned and opened his eyes and scanned your face and bare legs as he looked for any blood.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I may need you to check my back though. It took the brunt of the fall.”

He nodded his head as you turned and slowly let down the back of your robe. You tried not to think about how you are naked in front of this gorgeous man who just so happens to be your boss. You tried not to breathe too hard or slouch as he examined your back. However, you weren’t expecting him to reach a hand out and touch your back. You winced from the cool touch of his fingers.

“That hurt?” He asked. His voice wasn’t above a whisper and it sounded so gentle.

“No no. Just cold.” You say and he hums before dragging his fingers up and down your spine again. You hum at the feeling of his nimble fingers touch you.

“Besides some bruising developing I think you’re all right. No fractured ribs or anything.” He says as he helps me pull my robe back up. You quickly tighten it before turning around to face him and am surprised at what You are met with.

His eyes seem to be blown and glosses over as he looks at you, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m sorry…” You say lowly, not daring to speak louder in the case my voice falters.

“About?” He asks without changing his stance. He’s so close to you. We are probably swallowing each other’s words.

“This. I’m sorry you had to help me. And I’m sorry for the inconvenient place this happened.”

He took a step closer and breathed out. Had he been drinking too?

“I’m not sorry.”

“Shouta-”

He took a step forward again and reached to his hands to cradle your face, but before you could process what was happening, a figure came to stand at the door.

“You guys good? Eri said she heard a crashing noise?” Shinsou said as he stood there, red faced at the scene in front of him.

Shouta sighed as he rested his forehead against yours. “So close…”

************

So sorry for taking forever to update this! Thank you all for being patient and for reading❤️ I send all my love!

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[collegepack]

Delta Date Dash || Rosie and Dave

It was midnight when the room had finally settled down from the Delta Pledge Sleepover that was being held that night. It was a relatively tame night for the girls, doing normal sleepover things like eating sushi, and talking about classes, and even more importantly, talking about boys. It really made Rosie feel like she was at home. It really cemented the idea of joining the sisterhood. As they all laid in their sleeping bags on the floor of the living area, they dreamt of the end of pledging, when they all finally had their own rooms in the house. But it wasn’t long before it all turned to chaos again.

Within minutes of the clock turning 12:30, the pledges were awoken by the firing of air horns in the living room, waking them all up.  Rosie woke up with a gasp, sitting up almost immediately and looking to where the sound was coming from.

“Wakey-wakey, Tri-Hards! It’s time to see which of you bitches has what it takes to be a Delta!”

Rosie was confused, at the very least. She didn’t expect this since they were on a haze-free campus. She must’ve known it was too good to be true, though.

“You better all be ready for your first task: the Date Dash! You have until 12:45 to find a date, and bring them to the Americana Diner. No getting dressed, no makeup, and no brushing your teeth! Move it! Move it!” And without any further questions, the group of 12 girls were up, and scattered from the room, Rosie included. She quickly threw her hair into a ponytail, thankful she kept the holder on her wrist when she slept. At least that would make her seem more appealing than her bed-head would.

She ran out of the house, pushing through the group, trying to get to the sidewalk first. She figured she could start on her way to the diner, which was 10 minutes away on its own, and pick someone up on the way. She noticed other girls grabbing guys around the way, probably friends of there’s that were free to help them with these shenanigans, but Rosie didn’t exactly make a ton of guy friends. She paused, looking around and examining her surroundings. She was pretty close to the dining hall, she knew on Thursday nights the football team went down to get late night snacks from there! She booked it for the dining hall, seeing at least 3 other girls also heading her way. She quickly turned the corner and ran smack into a wall- or at least it felt like a wall. She looked up to see a guy there, covered in his quesadilla, a corner of it still hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh my gosh! I am so so sorry, I was just in a rush- I wasn’t even looking-” She was cut off by the large male. 

“No, you’re fine. I didn’t want to eat that anyways.” He could have said it sarcastically, but it was more of a joke to him than anything. “Are you being chased by a serial killer or something? Or do I often miss the time of night when cute girls run wildly around campus?”

“Um, its a sorority thing, would you- uh, do you mind- hm. I need a date for something in about 10 minutes at the diner, would you want to come with me? I’ll buy you something for sure, it's the least I can do for ruining your quesadilla.” Rosie replied, nervous for multiple reasons.

“That sounds great, actually,” he smiled.

“Awesome!” She grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind her as she ran to the Americana. “I’m Rosie, by the way! I’m pledging Delta.”

He ran behind her, laughing a bit, “Nice to meet you, Rosie, I’m David Madison, but everyone just calls me Dave.” 

It wasn’t until he said his name that she even recognized him! He was starting quarterback for the football team! And here she was just a random freshman who was pledging a sorority.

“No way! I didn’t even recognize you! Well to be fair, I don’t really watch football, I only went to the homecoming game this year. But I’ve heard of you before, for sure!” 

They eventually got to the diner and walked through the front door, noticing Demi had already found a seat at the extended table with a guy from Phi Kappa who was just next door. She was unsurprised, though. Demi had a bunch of guys wrapped around her finger. She just had to pick one to bring. She noticed the new member “educator”, Tina, had her jaw dropped. “Good job, Rosie Posie. Go pick a seat!”

She bit her lip and sat next to Demi, Dave sitting in the spot next to her and grabbing a menu.

“How did you manage that, Ro?” Demi whispered to her.

“Just…blind luck, I guess,” she shrugged. She smiled at Dave who, in turn, smiled back.

“I’m thinking about getting nachos if you want to share,” he offered. She didn’t realize he would be this nice. “Yeah,” she agreed, “I could have some nachos.” They ordered their nachos, and they came out before most of the girls arrived, definitely late. Rosie picked at a couple of nachos, while Dave almost shoveled nachos into his body. She giggled at him a little.

It didn’t take long before the girls all received a group message from Tina. 

“Time to take your dates, girls, and make the night worth it ;* Let’s hope you can get some privacy” the text read, “and you better HAVE FUN, we’ll know if you don’t. <3” The text finished with an eggplant emoji and a peach emoji, and Rosie felt her stomach sink. She knew these girls had eyes around campus, but she couldn’t bring herself to sleep with this guy. She hardly knew him.

“Hey,” Rosie whispered to Dave, “We should go somewhere more private.” She had to do this. To become a sister. All of the other girls would be experiencing the same exact thing. It would help them become closer, right?

Dave blinked away his surprise and grinned, “Sounds good to me.” Rosie left a tip on the table, knowing she’d be venmoing whoever paid for the meal, and left with Dave behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, immediately making Rosie tense up a little. “We can go back to my place if you want. My roommate is pretty chill, he basically stays in his room the whole time.” Rosie bit her bottom lip, “Uh, sure…”

They made their way to his dorm, walking past frat guys and athletes alike, knowing that they’d be sharing their eye-witness accounts to the rest of her sorority. They got to his flat and he unlocked the door, pulling her in, and to his room. 

She walked into his room and sat on the bed, and Dave locked the door behind them. He immediately took off his shirt, trying to look impressive. He walked over to her and kissed her cheek, then the bottom of her ear, and down her neck. She tensed up even more. She couldn’t do this. She definitely wasn’t comfortable with this. Not with him, not with anyone, really. At least not right now. 

Dave caught on to her hesitation and pulled away, “You don’t look like you want to be here right now.”

Rosie avoided eye contact, looking down at her hands that sat on her closed knees. “I, uh…No…not really.” She sighed.

“If you didn’t want to do this why’d you act like you wanted to?” He asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

“They said we had to…And they’ll know if I don’t. I really like a lot of the girls in Delta, I really do! I just…wasn’t prepared for this.”

“Well if it helps, you can stay here tonight and we can act like we did, maybe? No one needs to know except for us.” He offered, standing up and going to his dresser, pulling out an extra shirt. “What you have on is cute and all, but it does get really cold here at night. I keep it cold. And I don’t mind parting with this shirt, so it looks like you have proof?”

Rosie gave him a small smile, “Thanks, Dave. You’re actually…really sweet. You’re not what I was expecting.” She took the shirt from him and put it over her pajamas. “And you don’t mind if I sleep here?”

“Absolutely not, I can even sleep on the floor.”

“Gosh, no, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. Do you want to sleep by the wall? Or on the outside?”

“I’ll sleep on the outside so I don’t push you off of the bed,” he chuckled and let her crawl in. She got under the blankets, feeling weird doing this in someone else’s bed, and he crawled in next to her, which felt even weirder. He was quiet for a few moments.

“If you want, we can shake the bed and pound on the wall to really make it sound like we did something?”

Rosie responded with silence, and just silence.

“Right, too much, got it.”

#{{ freshman year }} #{{ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 }} #{{ 🇰🇮🇳🇬 🇩🇦🇻🇮🇩 }}

[superfem-imagines]

Baked Love

Hey there! Would you write one where R is a really good chef and she’s dating sanvers and Lena (sanvercorp is that the name) and she’s always spoiling them by taking them their favorite food that R makes? Thanks in advance!

A/N: It’s been a while but I hope you like this anon!

Words: 1592 Warnings: none

Walking into L-corp, you smile at the guard. “Hey Tom!”

“Ms. Y/l/n, here for lunch?” He asks, turning to face you.

“It’s just Y/n, and yeah I brought both Lena and Jess something.” You tilt the bag so he can see the extra container.

“Alright well you have a good lunch, Y/n.”

“You too Tom,” You give a crooked wave and move to the elevators, getting in and choosing the highest floor with your elbow. Reaching the floor with Lena’s office, you get off and head towards Jess’s desk. She gives you a puzzled look when you ignore her wave for you to go in, instead setting the bag on the corner of her desk. “Hey Jess, have you eaten?”

“No, I was going to go after you went in Lena’s office.” She says slowly, frowning slightly.

“Great! I brought you something,” You started to pull out the container for her when she lightly grabs your arm.

“It’s ok, I can go get something.” Jess insists, getting up from her table.

“Nope, I made it and you're eating it.” You grin at her and put the tupperware container in front of her. “Chicken wraps for the lady.” Jess shakes her head at you and you grin, knowing you won. She thanks you and you head into Lena’s office.

“Hey darling,” Lena stands up, shuffling her papers before moving towards the couch. She waits for you to put the food down before kissing you. “What have you brought today?”

“Well I got you a Pesto Pasta with grilled chicken,” You put down her container with a flourish, before taking out another one. “And me a grilled chicken sandwich. I also brought Jess some chicken wraps.”

“Did she take them?” Lena asks as she opens her container.

“Of course,” You exclaim, before grinning. “I didn’t really give her a choice.” You smile brighter as Lena laughs and shakes her head.

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You walk into the precinct, a bag of food in your hands. Maggie had just closed a case and was stuck doing paperwork, complaining to you all day. You showed the front desk your ID and continued to your girlfriends desk. “I come bearing gifts.” You announce, dropping the bag on her desk. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” Maggie groans, putting away her paperwork. “What did you bring?” Maggie asks, rubbing her hands. When you didn’t answer she looked up to find you looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. She gets up and pulls you into a kiss, smiling sheepishly as she sits back down. “Sorry babe, I’m hungry.” She starts pulling out containers as you pull up a chair.

“No kidding, her stomach wouldn’t be quiet. I couldn’t get any work done.” Maggie’s partner complained, smirking at her.

“Keep it up Johnson and you won’t get anything,” you call over your shoulder to the man, stifling a laugh when he hits his knee trying to stand up.

“What’d you get me?” He asks, giving you an innocent smile. You roll your eyes at him, wordlessly tossing a paper bag to him. You know he’s opened it when he gasps. “Doughnuts! Where did you get them?”

“I made them, genius.” You smile at him as you and Maggie open your containers, both of them holding Mozzarella sandwiches inside. 

“See Mags, I knew your girl liked me.” Johnson said, finishing his first doughnut. Rolling her eyes at her messy partner, Maggie balled up a napkin and threw it at him. Giving a dramatic gasp as the napkin hits his chest, Johnson pointed at Maggie. “That’s assault on a police officer!” Maggie grinned at the man as you smile, eating your sandwich and enjoying the banter.

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You walk into the DEO, smiling at the front desk and moving into the control room. Setting down the bag, you turn to Vasquez. “Hey Vas, where’s Alex?” 

“In her office,” Vasquez answers, setting aside their tablet. “Do you want me to call her in here?”

“Yes please,” you smile at them gratefully as you pull out a wrapped sandwich. Once Vasquez was done with their call you held out the sandwich for them. “I had the day off today so I made food for everyone.” You explain with a shrug, handing them the sandwich. “It’s a steak sandwich.” You grin at Vasquez as they take it, smiling gratefully as they pick up their tablet and head to their desk.

“Hey babe,” Alex greets you as she stands by the round table. You kiss her on the cheek, knowing she doesn’t like PDA around her agents.

“Hey, since I had the day off I went a little stir crazy and made food for the others too.” You explain as you start pulling out containers and setting them down. 

“Y/n!” Winn calls as he comes into the room, moving to hug you.

“I got food for you Hot Shott,” you smile at him, shifting to grab a container. “Pizza bites,” you say in answer to the curious look on his face.

“Yes,” Winn fist pumps the air, making you laugh. “I love your food.”

“Is Kara around? I know she’s had a slow day at Catco.” You slide a container labeled Steak Quesadillas in front of Alex as she pulls out her phone.

“Yeah I’ll text her,” Alex unlocks her phone, thanking you as she does. She’s barely pocketed her phone when Kara speeds into the room.

“Y/n,” Kara pulls you into a hug, pulling back quickly when you tap her ribs. “Sorry, I got excited.”

“Your good,” you smile at the Kryptonian as you hand her the largest container you brought. She squeals when she opens it, not waiting for the chopsticks as she grabs a pot sticker and eats it. You laugh and poke her with the chopsticks, shaking your head when she swallows quickly.

“Y/n,” a deeper voice behind you calls, turning to see J’onn with a small smile. “Figured it was your pizza bites that Winn’s thoughts were projecting about.” The tall martian claps your shoulder, smiling when a muffled “sorry” came from Winn.

“Well the good news is I brought something for you too,” you beam at the man as you hand over a container of Mongolian Beef. J’onn gives you a one armed hug before letting Alex take you and the rest of the food to her office.

You laugh as Alex pulls you into her office, kissing you deeply before you can say anything. When she pulls away you’re both breathing hard. “What was that for?” You ask, smiling as you set down the food. 

“Because I wanted to kiss you,” Alex says as she moves papers off of her desk.

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Walking into the apartment, your brow furrowed as a bang sounded from the kitchen. Toeing off your shoes, you quietly made your way towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the doorway, the sight made you smile. Alex stood on a chair swinging a towel at the fire alarm, Lena watching amused as she sipped at her wine. Maggie stood at the counter, trying to mix the salad she was making while simultaneously keeping an eye on Alex. 

"Alex don't break the alarm this time," Maggie warned, just as Alex was about to rip it off the wall. 

"We can replace it," Alex didn't wait for a reply before ripping it down with a triumphant grin. Maggie only shook her head with a sigh.

“That’s the third one this month,” Lena points out, ignoring the glare from the redhead. You quietly walk into the room, wrapping your arms around Lena’s shoulders.

“Which is why she’s paying for it this time.” You grin as Alex spins around, hiding the alarm behind her back. Maggie turns pulls a pan out of the oven as Lena turns in your arms.

“Hi darling,” Lena murmurs against your lips, her hand curling around your neck. You kiss her deeply, playfully nipping at her lip before pulling away. You straighten up after one last kiss, moving around the counter and to Alex. Taking the broken alarm out of her hands, you toss it into the trash can as you pull her into you. Alex rests her forearms on your shoulders before pulling away and resting her forehead against yours.

“Hi baby,” you greet softly, smiling at her. “Did you really have to break the alarm?” You laugh as she blushes and sheepishly glances at the trash can.

“It wouldn’t stop beeping,” Alex shrugs, pulling away to join Lena at the counter.

“I’m surprised Maggie let you in the kitchen,” you tease, laughing as the redhead glares at you.

“I didn’t, she distracted me.” Maggie glances at Alex with a raised brow as she starts pulling down plates and silverware.

Walking around the counter you help Maggie, pulling the bread out of the oven and cutting it up. “What did you make?” You ask as Maggie pulls out a spatula.

“Vegan Lasagna, though Alex complained that it’s too many vegetables.” Maggie barely got the sentence out before Alex was complaining.

“It’s pretty much all vegetables!” Before Alex could talk again, Lena pulled her into a kiss. “Dirty move Luthor,” Alex grumbled, settling back into her chair. With the food dished up, you all made your way into the living room and pulled up Netflix. With Alex and Lena debating on a solution for something the DEO was working on, and Maggie pulling up a crime documentary while they were distracted, you smiled to yourself. Content with the familiar scene and having your girls by your side

#supergirl imagine #alex danvers x reader #lena luthor x reader #maggie sawyer x reader #alex danvers x maggie sawyer x lena luthor #alex danvers x maggie sawyer #alex danvers x lena luthor

[pbandjesse]

So i accidently threw my phone and cracked my screen. First time I've really ever done this. Like besides when it got run over by a car. But I've never just dropped a phone and it broke. It sucks. But i can still use it for now. James ordered me a new phone. So it will be alright. I'm just mad at myself. 

Last night wasn't so bad. I actually had a lot of fun with the horse girls. I told them stories before they went to bed. Found out one of them was going to do an impression of me for the talent show and it was funny hearing that was a plan. But i wanted to be surprised so i told her not to tell me more. 

I was really glad to get back to my own space though. But then i could not get comfortable and was very upset about it. I was up for another hour at least. At least i slept well once i was asleep. 

I slept late. If 715 can be considered late. I felt alright. It was very humid. I got dressed and put on my rain boots. And started my day. 

The rain wouldn't start until after breakfast. So that was nice. Breakfast was oat meal and i do not like oatmeal. So i had cereal. And then i went to get ready for my busy day. 

I set up my program. But i was very hot. And honestly i felt out of breath a lot today. Once i was ready i put my outside hammock up and laid down. And then the rain started. 

It was very bad rain. The art lodge started flooding in the one side. Thankfully not near my stuff. But it was still scary. 

I was waiting for my group. But then it turned out i had no group. So i would read for an hour. Enjoyed the constant rain. Tried to sweep the puddles and flooding down the hill. Got all wet and cold. Waited for my next group. They wouldn't come because the rain was very bad. So their councelor came to get clay. And that was good enough for them. 

The rain kept trying to come inside. Some other staff came to help a little but i figured it out. 

I finally had a group. And they were fun and also goofy. They made cool stuff and one of them gave me what's as probably my favorite piece of art this week. I will have to get a picture of it at some point. 

Once they left i cleaned up and went to lunch. It was a fine enough lunch. I mostly had bread. And went back to work. 

I had two more groups. The little kids first. And they were sweet but none could tie knots so i was very happy when Lauren came and helped. We needed all the hands. It was a good time though. 

I had a little break. And worked on my painting. I started adding in the nurses office. I decided that it needed to be larger to make sense. So the scale is very off now. But that's okay. I think it's coming out really good and that feels nice. 

My last group was Tipis. But the storm was very bad again. The rain wasn't as strong but the thunder and lightning was scary. So they were late but that was fine. 

The girls worked on a pictogram for an award they are doing. And the boys played with clay. The one made a really nice quesadilla and it was fun to watch him. 

Me and Karl talked and mostly just read next to each other. It's crazy how similar Karl is to James. It's comforting to have that similar presence. But man do I miss James. I am so excited to see them tomorrow. 

At 4 when their program should be done i told them they were more then welcome to stay and make art but i was going to go shower. 

So i did just that. I took an excellent shower. Felt a lot better. Didn't love the dress i chose but i would change after i did some work. 

I sat at the dining hall and styled for a while. Katie, one of the kitchen staff, brought me an excellent cupcake. And when i got up to throw away some trash that was when my phone went flying off the rocking chair and slammed into the wall. Shattering part of my screen. I got a little glass in my finger. Hurts. I was so upset with myself. But James got me a phone. And moms going to change the account so i can have the same number. And its going to be okay. 

Dinner was alright. I enjoyed the company. Got given a paracord bracelet. And a brownie. And then i went back to painting. 

One of the guys came to tell me the talent show was happening so i headed over there. Most of it was great! The little kids were hilarious when they sang. The older kids mostly just seemed nervous when they sang. 

The horse girls councilor impressions were the best part. They were hilarious the girl who did mine got me pretty well and one of the girls pretended to be James next to her just flexing. Which was so funny. 

The only bad part of the night was when someone sat on a sacred rock during a skit. And everyone gasped. But she didn't know and then she did it again and we were all trying not to freak out. But also they were. Very over the top and it was a lot. I honestly can't believe their councslor let them do the whole thing? It was. Not good.and they had said it wasn't going to be good for our mental health so i guess they were right about that?? 

They wrapped everything up when it started raining again. And i came back here and painted while i finished a podcast. And now i am getting ready to sleep. 

I hope tomorrow is nice for you all. I am excited to go home. Sleep good everyone. Goodnight! 

[starbornvalkyrie]

what we could be | part three

catch up here.

trigger warnings: depictions of anxiety, panic attacks

“Hellooo?” The sultry female voice repeated.

At least Aelin is sure she doesn’t need to get her ears checked--it was definitely a woman who answered. She pulled the phone from her ear to double check the name she dialed. Indeed, Rowan, bird emoji, in bold white letters stares back at her.

In the background, Aelin heard the rustle of sheets. A mumbled male voice.

Aelin immediately hung up and threw her phone to the other side of her bed. She pulled her knees to chest, tucked her head between them, and forced herself to breathe in and out. In and out. In. Out.

The pounding in her ears threatened to pull her into the oblivion she always tries so hard to avoid. Aelin’s anxiety started showing face after her parents died, only to worsen after her Uncle Gavriel. Her first night in Arobynn’s foster care was also the first time she had a panic attack.

For Aelin, they come in the form of water. She starts in a room, which is more like a glorified box. The walls are either made of glass or a clear plastic, she can never get close enough to tell, and although there is no ceiling, the walls run farther and higher than her eyes can see. Her room-box is on a beach somewhere with wet sand at her feet. In the beginning, she tried to dig her way out, only to give up when each handful of sand was replaced by twice that. Until the sand was up to her knees, trapping her. It’s always night time, the sky starless. The only light is provided by the sliver of a waning moon over the horizon.

Then the tide begins to rise. There are no waves yet, just a gradual increase in water. It reaches her feet first, naturally, and by the time the water reaches the opposite wall of her room-box, it’s at her knees. Then the water bounces off the wall, creating ripples in the water that threaten to throw her off-balance.

The force of the waves intensifies as the water reaches her waist. And then she’s tumbling. The first few times, she can still reach the bottom to push herself to the surface. She’s been through this so much, she knows that after her third push she needs to try and take the deepest breath she can manage before she’s pulled under for good.

That happens next. She’s unsure which way is up or down, right or left. She tries to swim in whichever direction feels right, but the water is endless and she’s no longer in the room-box. She’s in the depths of the ocean, too far below to where there is no current to guide her, only nothing.

All too soon, she runs out of breath, but she would rather suffocate herself than inhale water. Either way, her panic wins. Aelin is never the target, without her they cease to exist. It’s that fire in her heart that the panic is after because without that fire, Aelin is no more. Her attacks are smart because they know there are two ways to extinguish a fire: deprive it of oxygen or get it wet.

Aelin is about to release the hold she has on her lungs when she feels something in her hand. In the water, she can’t tell what it is until another set of fingers interlace with hers. 

Then she’s being pulled. Pulled and pulled, up and up, until the black of the water fades to blue. She never knows when it happens, but when she finally breaks the surface, there’s sunlight.

Slowly, she becomes more aware of her surroundings. Below her, she feels the fabric of her bedsheets, not the grains of sand. Her skin is damp from sweat, not soaked with sea water. Her breathing, while still shallow, is beginning to even out. 

Her years of going to the university’s wellness center kicked in after a minute, and she began to list foods in alphabetical order in her head. Apples, bananas, cake. She wiggles her toes. French fries, grapes, hamburgers. She stretches her legs. Kiwi, lasagna, mangoes. She flexes her fingers, her arms. Oranges, popsicles, quesadillas.

In. Out.

Spaghetti, tacos, udon noodles.

Aelin lifts her head and opens her eyes. She blinks a few times and is finally able to focus on the soft forest green eyes staring back at her. They are so similar to yet completely different from the bright emeralds she longs to see.

Her best friend just sat there, holding her sweaty hand in hers until Aelin was ready to speak. She had to clear her throat a few times before she rasped, “A woman answered his phone.”

Lysandra’s eyes widened ever so slightly, but her face revealed nothing as she grabbed a glass of water she must have brought with her. Wordlessly, she handed it to Aelin. She downed half the glass in one go, then finished it in two more. She kept the glass in her hands, spinning it mindlessly as they talked.

“I don’t think you need me to tell you that it might not mean anything,” she said.

Aelin sighed. “I don’t think you need me to tell you that my mind isn’t exactly in the right place to be thinking of silver linings.”

“I know, I do, but we don’t need to freak out about it quite yet. I mean, you were going to go on a date with Chaol, right?” Aelin nodded weakly, seeing where she was going with this. “And he doesn’t actually know about the baby yet. So truly, he hasn’t done anything wrong, yeah?”

“I really hate when you’re right.”

“I think you secretly love it.”

The corner of Aelin’s mouth quirked up for a split second. “You’re as insufferable as my cousin.”

Lysandra barked out a laugh that made Aelin giggle. The sound was short-lived as the best friends were enveloped by silence once again.

Aelin contemplated what to do next, knowing Lysandra was exactly right. She was going to go on a date with someone else. So why did the thought of Rowan with another woman freak her out so badly? Gods, she was a mess. She really wants to blame it on the baby.

The baby.

Aelin touched a hand to her still-flat stomach and picked up her phone, knowing she needed to just rip the band-aid off. Her phone showed no new messages from Rowan, but why would he call his ex when he can be tangled in the sheets with the sexy-voiced woman? Not the point, Aelin. Right. She opened her text messages, scrolling to her conversation with Rowan.

Her heart clenched and silver lined her eyes when she saw that the last message he had sent her was on New Year’s Day. It read, Here’s to you and me in 2020, baby. I love you. Within 24 hours of that message, their relationship went to shit. Aelin doesn’t even remember what really happened, but next thing she knew, she was standing in an airport terminal crying, single, and unknowingly with child.

Aelin took a deep breath to calm her nerves and typed out a simple, Hey Rowan. I know we haven’t talked since you left, but I was wondering if you could call me when you’re free? Just let me know, thanks.

She locked her phone and crawled back under the covers. Effectively drained from her panic, the fire that was burning so bright when she woke up was barely an ember.

The sound of Lysandra moving about her apartment lulled her back into a dreamless sleep.

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Rowan Whitethorn was tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally. He was so gods damned tired. His old friend, Vaughan, told him that if he took just one really easy study abroad class, he’ll essentially get a semester long vacation paid for completely by financial aid.

Rowan had a free elective left in his crazy pre-law schedule, so he chose photography. Just taking pictures of random shit, right?

Wrong.

His brain is overflowing with random information about aperture and lighting and exposure, and if someone tells him his angles are wrong one more time, he’s going to lose it. On top of that, he was assigned a partner to work with this whole semester. And because there really must be a god out there whose sole purpose is to spite him, his partner is his unbearable ex, Remelle.

He and Remelle are from the same hometown and went to the same middle and high school. They started dating the summer before they left for college and decided to stay together at the University of Terrasen.

He wasn’t sure what it was exactly that made him realize Remelle was a Grade A Bitch, but by the end of fall semester, he ended it with her. Then he met Aelin through Fenrys, and - well, he doesn’t want to think about her right now.

Rowan has been in Wendlyn for about two months now, running around the city finding subjects for their project. Wendlyn is one of the biggest cities he’s ever been to, and even if he commutes everywhere he’s trying to go, it takes him a whole day to barely cover sixteenth of the land.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he had someone else to split the city with, but Remelle usually spends her whole day seducing whatever poor bastard she can get to take her to bed that night instead. He’d drag Fenrys along if he could, but he opted to take an Old Language class and is stuck in a classroom at Mistward Tech.

The weather in Wendlyn was finally beginning to warm up after weeks of blizzards and freezing temperatures that put Terrasen winters to shame, so Rowan chose to wander on foot. He spends most of the morning taking practice shots of Wendlyn architecture and anything else that might look nice for the project.

Rowan had to admit this was a nice excuse to go sightseeing.

By noon, he was feeling good about the progress he made and planned to reward himself with whatever delicious spread their hosts had prepared for lunch. He figured he was about an hour walk away from their housing, so he opted to call an Uber.

It took him about five minutes of rummaging through the camera bag before he finally found his phone. The sun was so bright at this time of day that the only thing he could see was that his facial recognition wasn’t working. Using muscle memory, he typed in his passcode when the faint lines of numbers appeared. That didn’t work either.

Growing more and more frustrated and hungry by the minute, Rowan walked until he found an awning to use as shade. Blinking away the blinding spots from his eyes, his frustration morphed into anger.

This wasn’t his fucking phone.

Since when did he and Remelle have the same phone? With almost identical cases? He cursed her for whatever plot she’s probably scheming by switching their phones. He cursed her again for being the reason he’s way too exhausted to realize the phone he packed that morning wasn’t even his.

Rowan decided to order a sandwich and water from a shop nearby - using Remelle’s card from the wallet attached to her phone, because fuck you, Remelle - and walk back.

As he walked, Rowan let his mind wander to the golden haired beauty with turquoise eyes across the sea - the source of his emotional exhaustion. He loved her, would go as far as saying he was in love with her. But something about their chemistry had exploded in the weeks leading up to his study abroad program, and not in a good way.

For lack of a better explanation, he was confused. From the moment he met her in his own apartment with Fenrys, he knew they were going to be something. Not even a month later, they went on their first date and the rest was history. Not only was their friendship instantaneously synchronous, but when they finally crossed that intimate threshold, their chemistry was like no other.

Fast forward two years later, and they were better than ever. Aelin fit in with his friend group so perfectly she officially dubbed them “the Cadre” and herself as their “Queen”. Rowan was starting to take his future with her seriously.

But then Lyria transferred to the University of Terrasen.

Rowan never told Aelin about her. He didn’t think he had to. They were childhood to middle school sweethearts, hardly anything substantial. She moved before they got to high school when her dad was transferred to the Air Force base in Eyllwe. They kept in touch as best they could, but it was high school. Remelle was there and Lyria wasn’t. When Aelin came along, he forgot about her altogether.

His first week of senior year, he was waiting for his comparative law class to start, when she sat down next to him. His emerald green eyes met startlingly familiar chestnut ones, and Rowan felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was lucky it was the first day of syllabus week - it didn’t matter if he paid attention or not.

They caught up over coffee and started studying together throughout the semester. He told her all about Aelin, and when he finally introduced the two women, they were fast friends. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point, Aelin’s demeanor began to change.

She was usually so confident with herself and her place in the world, but every time Lyria was mentioned, her eyes shuttered for a brief second. If he wasn’t constantly enamoured with the constant shift from turquoise to gold in her eyes, he would have never noticed.

Then her jealousy began to show, along with her possessiveness. It was unbecoming of her. But every time he brought it up, her pride took over and she denied all of his accusations. Every time he tried to explain that he loved Aelin and a romantic relationship with Lyria was a thing of the past, she brushed it off with an I know but continued to act like a stranger.

When he felt he couldn’t take it anymore, he used his study abroad as an excuse to take a break. He thought it would be a good idea for the two of them to spend some time apart and re-evaluate when he was back in Terrasen. At this point in time, if she hasn’t figured out that he has been faithful to her this whole time, he isn’t sure he will want to fight for them.

It was that thought that brought him back to the housing campus right outside of Mistward Tech. He marched himself straight to Remelle’s room, knowing that even though it was well into the afternoon, she was most definitely still tangled in the sheets with a stranger.

After a minute of incessant knocking, Remelle opened the door with an irritated, “What?”

Rowan didn’t bother being pleasant. “Give me my phone.”

“What are you talking about?” The glint in her eye told him she knew exactly what he was talking about, and Rowan was not having it.

“I honestly don’t give a fuck about what game you’re playing, but I’m exhausted, hungry, and need my phone back.”

“Why do you need it? Expecting a call from someone?”

“No? I just want it back?” Remelle stared at him with a look he couldn’t quite decipher before turning back into her room to retrieve his phone.

When they traded, she said, “You got a weird call this morning. I obviously thought it was my phone so I didn’t bother checking the caller ID, but the other person hung up without saying anything.”

Rowan mumbled a thanks then went to the kitchen to grab a snack to eat in his bed. As soon as he flopped on the bed, all he wanted to do was take a nap, but he managed to stay awake long enough to check his notifications.

Other than a few likes on a post he uploaded a few days ago, there was nothing interesting. He plugged his phone into the charger by the night stand and was about to close his eyes when the sound of an incoming text made him alert. It wasn’t just any sound, though. It was the first few notes of Fur Elise. Aelin’s favorite piano piece.

He quickly sat up on the side of the bed and unlocked his phone. What he read made his heart rate increase as if he was running up the side of one of the mountains near Mistward. She wrote, Hey Rowan. I know we haven’t talked since you left, but I was wondering if you could call me when you’re free? Just let me know, thanks.

He didn’t need to think twice about tapping her name on his favorites list and lifting the phone to his ear. It rang and rang and rang for so long, he thought she wasn’t going to answer. But then she did. And his heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice.

“Rowan?” She sounded hesitant, like she wasn’t sure it was him on the other end.

“Yeah, it’s me. Um, how are you, Aelin?”

He could hear her heavy breathing, trying to steady herself. It made Rowan nervous. “I think so? It depends on the day, really. I, um, I actually have something I need to talk to you about. I had a whole speech planned out, but I don’t know if there’s a best way to tell you this.”

Rowan waited with bated breath. What could she possibly have to tell him? He wondered if she started dating someone else already. The thought made his stomach drop. But what else could it be?

Aelin took a deep breath with a forceful exhale. The next words that came out of her mouth made his heart join his stomach on the floor.

“Rowan. I’m pregnant.”

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[jjba-hell]

One Clear Moment

Am I a cheese-fucker or am I confused? Is it just a phase? I DON’T KNOW SO DON’T COME FOR ME! 

WARNING! Some HEAVILY suggestive content up ahead- never expanded on or detailed but it is way too obvious to not put the warning out there. Possible disordered eating (mention), mention towards trauma but not expanded on. 

Consider this a ‘post- vento aureo’ timeline where you and Formaggio escape your deaths and decide to elope. Yes, some real fluffy domestic romance shit. 

@lasquadraweek2020, @risottoneroo, @giogio-gucci-gangstar.... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I promise I’ll stop annoying ya’ll with the tags when this week is over

1,8 K words and a gender neutral reader- good luck

“You up yet, sugar?” You heard Formaggio whisper in your ear.

You wanted to answer no, just be content to press yourself back into his chest with a sigh. Just so he can hold you a bit longer. But you only grumbled a soft no.

He laughed against the back of your neck, wrapping an arm around you softly and turning you to face him. “Baaaabe-“ he whined softly. “Forget breakfast at home- let’s go out to eat for breakfast.”

You stretched out in his arms, hooking your one leg over his hip. “You said that we’d go out for dinner tonight.”

A rough laugh vibrated in his chest as you turned to face him. “Why not both?”

“Or all day?”

He laughed pulling you in tighter. “Come on, you know I don’t get days off very often. I just want to get out of the house with my love.” He drummed his fingers on your back gently then perked you with a bright smile. “Beach day.”

You raised an eyebrow at him- “You just want me in the least amount of clothes possible.”

“Not my fault your ssooo hot angel face.” His forehead touched against yours, his hand running down your exposed side before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. “Ohhh honey buns.” He groaned against your lips- hand slipping from your hip to your backside.

“Sweetie, be gentle with me.” He nearly pleaded as you rolled him onto his back with you on top, running your hands up his bare chest. A whine came from his lips as you leaned forward, giving him just enough friction as you leaned down to kiss his neck.

“Beach day right?”

You rolled off of him before his hands could find purchase on your body and head straight to the closet for your swimwear.

“Baby!” He called from the bed as you head towards the kitchen to prepare snacks.

“Yeah?” You turned to stand at your bedroom door, leaning against the frame.

“Your teasing is gonna get you in trouble.”

“Ohhh I can’t wait to see where that trouble leads.”

You spun around and continued on your own mission.

You had gone to the trouble to prepare two cold salads, some finger quesadillas (a family favorite of Formaggio’s) and some muffins you had left in the cupboard but the second Formaggio slipped into the kitchen, he simply nodded at the packed bag, nodded and added the bags of cookies and chips and some bottles of water before zipping it up and giving you a kiss. “I’ll get these in the car. Would you bring the towels and sunscreen in your bag?”

“You got the umbrella?”

“Yeah, sugar.”

It was only after he had disappeared into the garage that you felt your heart swell with the cute domesticity- the two of you had been through hell and back against Bucciarati but the day after Formaggio could sneak away out of the explosion that day, he faked his death and soon the two of you eloped and never looked back. You had new names and new lives- you worked as a nurse at a pediatric clinic and he was working as a bar manager at a club nearby. Things were good- so impossibly good you were sure that by some way you had made it to heaven or that it was all just a dream.

You threw on a light shirt and some jean shorts and hopped into the car with your husband.

True to his word you had stopped at a beach front restaurant for a proper breakfast before deciding to rent some surf boards.

You’d been living so close to the beach for so long that surfing had definitely become a nearly mastered feat. With a smile on your face you sat up on your board and waited for your husband to paddle by. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve worked off breakfast?” He laughed.

You gazed up at the sun- it was probably around noon. “I believe you- it’s past noon. Need to reapply some sun screen too.”

You paddled back and tailgated in the trunk of your car- finishing half the water before setting up under the umbrella in the pristine white sand. The people started filling in the open spots on the beaches, the two of you leaning back and watching families and more couples than you could count. Formaggio looked up at you as you leaned over your own legs to get sunscreen over your feet.

“You ever wonder if we made a mistake picking this place?”

“Oh? And what would stop us from relocating?” You moved over to whisper in your ear. “Did you forget we’re not being watched anymore?”

Formaggio laughed, turning his head to steal a kiss on your cheek. “So we’ll talk where to next when we get home.”

You laughed at that. Was this what freedom felt like? At least you could admit that you forgot yourself but it was moments like this- that you could bask in the sunlight without the weight of the gang on your shoulders.

You had just finished the water in your hand when Formaggio leaned forward and kissed your jaw softly. You practically melted into him, leaning in closer, turning your head to kiss him properly.

But after a moment you stopped him and with a smile said. “We’re not going home.”

He gave an audible groan as he laid back into the trunk. “Doll face you can’t kiss me like that and expect me to behave.”

You turned back and hovered your upper body over him, with a pout you ran a hand over his chest. “But you promised.”

Formaggio ran a hand up your arm and sighed. “How am I supposed to say no to you sweet cheeks?”

You shot back up and got going again, making sure to massage the sunscreen into his back properly before you packed away the stuff back into the car and started your hand-in-hand walk along the boardwalk

You had occasionally indulged in some ice cream or a slushy together before heading through the supermarket closer to where you parked. You hopped into the car- exhausted by the day and head home. You had just packed the groceries away when Formaggio came to pick you up over his shoulder.

“Babe!” You laughed as he purposefully took wide steps to make you swing left and right over his shoulder. “Babe what are you doing?”

He gently put you down on the floor of the bathroom with a smile and were greeted with a filled up bubble bath and lit candles.

“I know you’re not really into this stuff but I thought you’d like to properly soak off the day.”

You turned around and kissed him eagerly, unable to stop yourself. “Join me?” You asked as soon as you broke away.

“Ohhh sweetums, I will.” He growled against your lips. “But I wanna get the pasta dough started for tonight first.”

You nodded eagerly and then slowly sunk into the water for a good soak.

Through the wall you heard your him put on the game for tonight- lucky for him it would be over before dinner, you just knew he liked some noise as he was kneading the dough.

You leaned your arms against the cool edge of the bath, wondering how you ended up with an Italian that liked making food from scratch- hard to imagine the bastard that would call and collect pizza and pasta at the restaurant near the squad base now refused to eat out. Sometimes you wondered if it was about his new identity he was so desperately trying to hide or if he genuinely liked making food from scratch.

The ten minutes of kneading passed and to your surprise Formaggio showed up into the bathroom with an anti pasta plate.

“You never stop eating, do you?” You laughed as he placed the platter on the lid of the empty laundry basket.

“I’m a growing boy, amore. I need to take care of myself.”

He poured you a glass of wine and joined you in the bath with a bottle of beer. One thing quite un-Italian of him but it was a little quirk you’d grown to love. “How’s the game going?”

You asked as you leaned out of the bath just enough to smeer two crackers with the sweet chilli cream cheese.

“Huh? How’d you know?”

You gave him his snack and smiled at his innocent surprise. “I’ve been living with you for four years, darling. I know you just want some noise while you’re kneading. Just like I know you hide the chocolate above the fridge so that I can’t reach it.”

He laughed at that, pulling you to face him on his lap. “And I know you sneak a cigarette after a nightmare but hate the smell of it on your hands so you hold the filter with a clothes peg.”

Your arm slid over one of his shoulders wrapping around him to bring him closer. “And I know you wash my smoking sweatshirt I leave outside once a week.”

“And I know you freeze the bread I bring home sometimes because you can’t eat it, which is bullshit by the way. If you wanna work off some extra calories, I’m sure you and I can figure something out.”

That mischievous grin slid over hid face as he brought his face closer to yours, noses touching as he pulled you close.

“Not in the bathtub, sweetie.” You groaned as he kissed up your shoulder to your neck.

He put his beer bottle down in the corner, not minding your warning so you put your wine glass down on the floor outside the bathtub.

“You’ve been denying me all day, baby. Please, honey. I’m so pent up.”

Oh how badly you wanted to give him what he wanted but if there was one thing you loved giving Formaggio, it was delayed gratification. So just as he had gotten handsy with your backside you stood up and stepped out of the bath.

He let out a strangled whine. “Hoonneey! I asked nicely.”

You sat on the edge of the bath with the towel. “Soon, babe. Trust me.” You gave him a kiss to the temple and got back up.

You picked up the plate he had brought- that was only finished halfway- and popped an olive in your mouth as you left.

He had often called you cruel for the way you teased but it had taken you a long time to realize how much he adored it- the suspense and the gratification made for a combo he couldn’t get enough of. You let him do the cooking for the dinner, sitting on the countertop in shorts with a glass of wine. You’d attempted to help him before and although he didn’t chase you out of the kitchen while he was working- but when you took a close enough step to his work, he littered kisses all over your face, stepping you away with a whispered. “No no no, my turn tonight.”

So you perched yourself on the countertop with your second glass of wine- every few minutes he’d come over, run his hands over the top of your thighs and settling himself between them nearing the end of his prep- alternating between gazing up at you with that stupid grin of his and peering around your waist to look at the soccer score on TV.

You sat cross-legged on the couch with your bowl of food and Formaggio next you as you watched the stupid soap story. Initially you two had laughed at the thought of being so domesticated you finished dinner on time for the soul purpose of having time to watch a stupid show on TV but at the same time it was comforting. To be side-by-side with each other when it seemed like you’d never have reached this point.

It was maybe also a distraction, perhaps a reminder to act normal under your new jobs and new names. His past was buried and burned in the street he had nearly died at and yours was buried under the blown up squad base.

Now you were simply a newlywed couple living a quiet life.

You packed in the dishes into the dishwasher and started the machine before cuddling up under Formaggio’s waiting arm until your show came to another boring end.

You lined kisses up his jaw, feeling low over his abdomen with your fingertips.

“Ohhhh sweetheart, please don’t tell me you’re teasing.”

You weren’t- he had waited long enough, so you silently felt him up just a bit more to see how well he’d restrain himself. When he let you do as you pleased without so much as making a move or whining you slipped down between his legs....

“I’m not teasing, sweetheart.”

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo part 5 #jojo golden wind #la squadra #lasquadraweek2020 #formaggio #formaggio x reader

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Of Tears and Flowers

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Word Count: 2.669 Warnings: um. lotsa insecurities and worries Author’s Note: this was a request (my first - waaaaahhh) and besides tagging @mizzezm , I would like to tag @nataliarxmanxva (especially) and give this to her in the same way because I know she is having a hard time at the moment and I just want you to know I care and I want to cheer you up. Love you, my rose blossom.

Request by @mizzezm: Hey hun was wondering if you could do a Bucky x Reader where the reader is having issues with confidence and Bucky helps her out. I sure can and I sure did! Here you go, love, hope this works for you. :)

“What are you doing, Bucky? I told you I need to study and I need silence and you are everything but silent, in case you haven’t noticed. Mr. Mathematics already hates me enough, I don’t need another bad grade”, you complained when your boyfriend Bucky rummaged through your room. He might’ve been a pro-assassin, but he’d begun to be so comfortable with you that one day, he stopped sneaking around - which was awesome, seriously, it was progress and you were glad Bucky got better, but right now you just wished he was somewhere else. Instead, he just mustered you from the side. “Are you - no, don’t answer that. I know you’re not fine.” “I am, Bucky, I just nee-“ “Nu-uh. That’s not true. You are not fine, I see it in your eyes. Your stress level is up here”, he raised his hand somewhere above his head, “and you have been sitting in the same spot for at least”, he did a quick count of the used coffee mugs piling up on your desk, “four hours now? You, milady, are in dire need of a -“ “Of a quiet environment, I agree. So get your ass out. Just let me study.”

Bucky stood in the room for a few seconds, completely frozen. When your angry eyes met his', your heart skipped a few beats. His mouth was open and the expression on his face would’ve been the same if you had slapped him in his face. You noticed his metal hand pull into a fist. Concern was etched into his face, or maybe it was just the blank reaction to your rude attack. It left you with a cold empty feeling in your stomach. You shouldn’t be like this to him. He didn’t know Maths had risen to this level of evil in schools nowadays and he couldn’t know the teacher was an ass and he also didn’t know you still had five other assignments and that you hadn’t been sitting there for four hours but six. He knew these classes were absolutely not your idea of life, but he did not stand in your shoes. He was happy with his job, actually, he blossomed now at facing the possibilities opening up for him like elevator doors. But you were stuck in your stupid college seats, left with the bitter taste of inner yearns for more exciting matters. You were stuck with the nagging doubts that all of this was useless crap and turning to something else at this point into your studies was educational and occupational suicide. You just wanted to open your mouth to apologize or well, say anything, but he left. Bucky just left you, you and your miserable mess, closed the door. It took ten seconds until you heard something crash outside.

And that was it. Tears bubbled up, from your inside water reservoir of the last two months. Everything you’d pushed away violently pushed to the surface now and soon, you sank to your knees, seeking refuge under the desk, in some little corner where you could lean against the wall. They shook you, all those outbursts you should’ve had in the last weeks, all the tears and cries you should’ve let out when they were still fresh. But you hadn’t and now, they overwhelmed you. You hated it. Every time. This was what happened every time. Just because you let the entire stress get to you. Just because you thought too hard and decided too fast and regretted even the simplest things - things you would never worry about. Like skipping breakfast, like changing your bathroom routine. Like eating quesadillas for dinner, like letting all those dishes sit in the sink. Like buying a new potted plant or accepting that assignment with the guy sitting next to you in writing class instead of Wanda, who was sick right now. Like not calling Clint back, like not thinking of Scott’s daughter’s birthday. Like a thousand things, that were all important, and all not existential. But every of those things fueled your doubts, which in turn tried to suffocate you and your dreams - you didn’t even know which was worse. Every time before the exams you turned into an emotional wreck because they robbed you of every ounce of confidence you could muster and left you only with a discomforting sense of insecurity concerning your future, your present, and even your past. What would you do with these scores? No one cared. All this reading material was nonsense, why were they even trying to stuff that into you? Your future would be defined by these hours and all you did was cry over some stupid exams. What if you failed? No, what if you just switched classes, maybe? Every employer would see the last semesters as wasted time and decline your applications. You cried even harder, not seeing What would you do with these scores? No one cared. All this reading material was nonsense, why were they even trying to stuff that into you? Your future would be defined by these hours and all you did was cry over some stupid exams. What if you failed? No, what if you just switched classes, maybe? Every employer would see the last semesters as wasted time and decline your applications. You cried even harder, not seeing Every employer would see the last semesters as wasted time and decline your applications. You cried even harder, not seeing You cried even harder, not seeing any way this could turn into something good. Your future was a mess. Do what you love. What a crap. The world didn’t work that way.

At one point, your overwhelming tears ebbed away and there it was again, this annoying cold feeling you always got from crying. Maybe that was a default setting or a warning for All hope is lost. You still sat under your desk. You were alone. Bucky had probably left the house, most likely would’ve gone to hang with Steve. And you didn’t blame him. Well done, you scolded yourself, great job. And you call yourself an adult. Wiping your tears away, you slowly got back into your chair, turning to your papers. Great. The paper was drenched with tears and your calculations were smudged and useless. A blast of anger erupted in you and with one hot move, you ripped the page out of the notebook, crumpled it up and tossed it behind you, into the room. Only it didn’t land. Your eyebrows scrunched up and you turned around. There he stood, Bucky, with the paper ball in his hand. An almost shy smile was on his cheeks when he looked up to you and he waited as if to ask for your permission to enter the room. Bucky was a sweet guy, after all, who always tried to respect you in the ways he acted. “I’m - I’m sorry, Bucky. I just, I-“, you shuddered, embracing the feeling of awfulness that you deserved for being so mean to him. “I feel like everything I do is wrong and everything is just - crap. Like I can’t keep doing this and I also can’t do anything else because I’ll only make it worse and - and yeah, that’s it, basically.” He took that as a permission to enter because seconds later, he stood right in front of you, in his gray sweatpants and that hoodie you’d given him for his last birthday. He didn’t touch you, not yet, because he knew you were still processing your inner conflict and physical touch could go wrong at this point of time. “I know”, he suddenly whispered and you held your breath. Why? You weren’t sure yourself, but here Bucky Barnes stood before you, with a mimic that mirrored the exact way you felt on the inside. And then it hit you - your struggles were stupid because Bucky had gone through so much worse and that was the reason why you had subconsciously decided to not tell him the reasons behind your recent stress. “You know what; it’s nothing. Bucky, it’s okay. It’ll all be over in a few days and -“ “Don’t say that. You need to get better right now. Come with me.”
“And where are we going?” 
“And where are we going?” 
Bucky just smiled, but dragged you behind him, first into his room, where he went to his drawer, pulling out a second hoodie and another pair of sweatpants, which he threw at you. “Pull them on”, he said and left, again, leaving you with no choice than to follow his orders. Whatever he had in mind, it better be good, you thought while changing your clothes. Immediately, the only scent left was Bucky’s, from the moment his sweater was in close proximity to your head. You took a deep breath and spent an extra minute to pull it on. It felt good leaving your head inside his sweater, where all you could see was the fabric, where nothing else mattered and where his pleasant scent offered calm comfort. When you walked into the general living area, a rumbling sound came from the kitchen. Bucky made tea, you realized, and not just any tea, but the one you had gotten from a friend once and not opened yet because it was friggin’ expensive tea and which day was worth spending that kinda tea on? Not an awful day of (stu)dying, that was for sure. “What is happening, Bucky?” He turned around with a confident smile. “You are in a crisis”, he stated very matter-of-factly, “and I will pull you out.” “Is that so?” “Mh. It’s what you gotta do.” “What? Make her tea when she is rude to you?” He looked you in the eyes for a long moment before leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. Every part of his body was relaxed and he smiled a lopsided smile. Just for you, your heart chirped blissfully. That smile is reserved for you and only you. “You’ve seen me in way worse shape, doll. Don’t think I’m mad at you for that little outburst.” “I shouldn’t have freaked out.” “Maybe not. We all do stupid things when life doesn’t treat us right.” “What? Like punching Steve?” Bucky grinned and with one big step, he was by your side. Mischief was in his eyes. “Hey! I said stupid, not reckless.” “Oh, like hiding Sam’s wings is any better. 
Bucky tickled you, triumphing when you started to wiggle around and pant. Instead of shrieking, you resolved to little noises of distress, but to be honest, you welcomed this pleasant ease that your boyfriend handled you with. “Someone is asking for a real tickle fight”, he grinned, but when you shook your head, he stopped, taking you into a tight hug instead. You stood like that for a while, just basking in Bucky’s glorious presence. Some strands had slipped out of his man bun and tickled your cheeks now, but what was even better was the strong beating of his heart that calmed you. The rhythm of life, you thought, only realistically, life was more messed up. Full of choices, full of decisions you wished you weren’t expected to make and full of unforeseeable events that you dreaded. Bucky must’ve felt you tense up again, because he let go of you, pulled the tea bags out of the mugs and handed one to you. Then, he grabbed his phone, typing around, doing his usual annoyed face when his metal fingers clanked against the screen - a sound he hated but always forgot to avoid when starting to type - and looked up again.

You followed him outside into your small backyard with just enough space for a little table, two chairs, a tiny garden with some flowers sharing the ground with your first attempts of vegetables and some grass. “What now, Mr. Therapist?” Bucky sent you a half-amused, half-concerned look, but kept going with whatever he was doing on his phone. You took a sip of your tea and God, this was heavenly stuff. Made all normal tea taste like puddle water. A sigh lay on your lips, along with a smile. If this was Bucky’s plan to make you feel better, it was working without him being overly involved. “Okay, so, Steve showed me this method to feel better whenever I’m stressed and -“ “Steve? Blonde guy, tall, shield, World War Two- Veteran- Steve…?” “No, his therapist Steve.” “Didn’t think so. Wait, you’re telling me Steve - our big, beautiful Steve - has a therapist named Steve.” That sounded more like a question, but it was so absurd, you couldn’t hide your laugh. “Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say.” Bucky grinned wide, of course, he’d meant to say that. Just to get you to giggle. That was his craft, after all. “Are you sure it’s not just his reflection in the mirror?” “Very. Okay, so Steve-“ “Steve No.2”, you interrupted. “Yes, Steve No.2 taught me this. I know you have a lot on your mind, but this is gonna be perfect. Look, just sit on the grass, close your eyes, listen to the music, and breathe with me, okay?” “Okay, Bucky.”

He started to play the music from his phone and boy, this was it. You breathed and suddenly, breathing defined your body. The feeling was so foreign, but actually, this way of breathing consciously made you wonder if you had ever really breathed before. Every ounce of the heavy stress crumbled away like dry mud on moving skin and a wonderful kind of peace started to fill you. Your insecurity lost its ground, it just slipped away. For the second time of the day, tears rolled over your face, but this time, tears of joy. A new thought claimed your mind - maybe this was what you would’ve needed long ago. You weren’t sure what it was but felt blown away, literally lighter. It was gonna be alright, you would make it work. The song ended and your eyes landed on Bucky. “You okay, doll?” You nodded shakily and he awed you, quickly pulling you into his arms, cooing and rubbing your back, even massaging your shoulders gently, which left you with no options other than to sink into his touch. Bucky was a treasure, a real treasure. His eyes were gentle when they found yours, your cheeks resting in his hands. You cherished this moment, although you kinda wished you could put it into a little box and pull it out whenever you’d need it in the future. Bucky pulled you in, letting your head rest against his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask how you were the last days”, he whispered into your ear while you found perfect shelter in his lap. “I realized you were stressed, but I didn’t help. I’m sorry. If you want to, we can do this together every day now. We’ll just start our days like this. And we’ll go back to this whenever you need it. But you gotta let me know how heavy your little heart is. Promise?” “Yeah, Bucky. Thank you.” “Anything for my sweetest little girl, who is so smart even the teachers should be afraid of her. She is so precious and so adorable and look at her, what a beauty”, he praised and you couldn’t stop the blush. You quickly covered your face with the oversized sleeves smelling like the wonderful man in front of you, who didn’t dare to stop.  “And awww she’s too cute. Just look. I love her when she blushes cause even her ears turn red. And that’s not even the best thing about her. Her true beauty is hidden inside and when you take care of her, she blossoms for you, blessing you with her beauty. But beware the princess when she studies! For the evil magic of Mathematics has turned her into a fire-breathing dragon!” Bucky’s voice changed into a deep narrator voice and made you giggle. He looked down amusedly. The dreamy look on his face was heavenly because he chose to shower you with his most genuine emotions and words. It amplified him, his breathtaking, hidden nobility. And it let you know he had chosen you with the intent on keeping you. For today, tomorrow and the future. Relief flooded you. The future. Bucky was your future and that was your game-changer, your lifesaver. “Dragons don’t giggle”, he noted. “And you are not the narrator.” “Oh? Who am I?” “The Prince? Duh.” “Oh, really? You called me the therapist a few minutes ago.” “Shut up. You’re my everything.” “Okay, doll.”

The Playlist for you

(Steve No.2’s advice actually worked for me, so I decided to put it into a drabble and share it with you.)

Tony Anderson: Ember

Ludovico Einaudi: Fuori dal Mondo

Sleeping At Last: North

Ben Howard: Promise

Brian and Jenn Johnson: You’re Gonna Be Ok

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Having a quiet moment with AD

I had a heart issue earlier... with a memory and they said I shouldn't had an issue

I guess the point was that I was afraid and how I dealt with my fear

It was after I was in hospital after my heart surgery and Matt was on the bed facing the window and my kid and his dads

Could see the door but the rooms had little mini hallways because the bathrooms were by the doors and so they took a large chunk from the wall

The rooms weren't designed well

And I told Matt I wanted the people to leave. He said that he finds comfort in his family and I had to get over my wanting to be alone

So i shoved a pillow over my head and turned away from him. But I kept seeing the guys with guns because I really couldn't just stick a pillow over my head. I didn't care what anyone said I had to protect my daughter (Matt would and his dads, etc but it's still my responsibility no matter what) so I started screaming

They couldn't see the 9 guys in SWAT with guns pointed at us. What the fuck. So I lost it. Screaming and shit. Threw up.

This memory went backwards... which is typical. But it started stabbing pains all through my heart, chest and back here in 2017

So I ate a quesadilla but I just wasn't getting better although the pain stopped

Dejoria saw me complaining and I could tell she had a sympathetic emotion to me. Matt did too and told her it would probably pass quickly and Dejoria offered advice to Me about how to make it possibly go quicker although I already knew but it was nice of her.

First off I already had everything I needed. Second off i knew what to use and how

But third she said it so so kindly

Fourth it's obvious she has paid attention and knows what works when to help what physical problems I have.

Fifth, she gave me the right advice at the right time. Did I say how kind she was, softly spoken with emotion that was both strong and kind?

If you don't find that amazing then I ain't got shit for you.

So we talked about my legal guardian, I have two, and one is an FBI agent

She said that he gave her advice on how to handle our relationship.

She said she didn't know he was my guardian or that I even knew him as a god guy, but only bad as that is sometimes a character he has to play in order to keep my life safe. They call in interference, I call in infiltration because they infiltrate locations and flood it so thickly that anywhere you turn you're looking at FBI.

She says she didn't know if she should trust him. She was afraid to, thinking he may be setting her up. So she double checked him. Questioned him. Talked to god. Everything she could to make sure she was protecting me properly or at least not bothering me.

Marc says that he only told her (after she broke her hip) because she felt she had earned it. Unlike her father when I offered a settlement through Hays County "Law Enforcement" for him. Marc didn't interfere with JP's decision, he only treated it as not a big deal, something he wasn't really interested in. And because of his "ranking" in the settlement it was a completely appropriate reaction.

I never called Marc out anyway, only Mike Andrews and Mike Andrews boss and Mike called out Jesse but I said Jesse wasn't getting shit because he was saying not to and to reroute to JP. However it still falled upon HC TX (aka #podunk)

So you can see how Marc didn't interfere with the whole issues on the settlement

And you can see how I'm not catering to AD or any odd bullshit that isn't me. And FBI agent saw amazing progress and actually tried to keep her out of trouble! Amazing that one shall actually do his job. #wow

So I ask her if knowing he was a guardian to me would made a difference. She said yes she would trusted it more readily. But with not knowing she questioned him immediately (as usual he got embarrassed - which actually made her trust him more) and continued to question his authority over and over again

I told her that was good. I questioned if she was actually a rapist more times than not and usually she herself agreed she was and I believed her. Mostly cause I wanted to be right. But she seemed honest about it. I told her that questioning over and over builds intuition and although it's a form of torture it will pay off in the long run and is absolutely priceless to have a great intuition that you have the ability to trust.

The ghosts say she's "evolved"

I didn't make her evolve. She chose to. She chose to care about me although I practically destroyed her little perverted life. She blamed me for a very long time. Was angry and hated me. I didn't care. That's what she felt like doing. At least she was too busy to rape someone (sometimes)

At least being pissed off at Me she kept telling herself why and in an odd twist of fate she kept telling herself that rape is wrong. How weird is that??? It's so true though.

So she earned special priveleges here and there. We're not catering to her. She's not going to escape punishment. But if she needs help, as long as she continues to help herself... then it's kinda wrong to to help someone to evolve onto a better human, it hurts us as humans in the long run. Not helping her and her giving up and deciding fuck this, I may as well be bad could so very well happen. True it could happen although we tried to help, but the hope is that sometime if not now, she will grasp it and use it

So she's exceeded all expectations of her from myself to the FBI. and I know God himself is probably delightfully surprised.

I murdered someone, once. Kinda on accident but not really. It was as I thought self defense. I was immediately forgiven by both the victim's family and all law enforcement in the area including the FBI.

So the second time I encountered a similar issue (they wore protective gear this time -- we learn) i dealt with it differently. Of course I wasn't home alone, either so that made the change easier to do. It didn't matter I was hooked up to machines and tubes. I kicked Matt off the bed because he was being a know it all dismissive person and wouldn't turn around and I was too freaked o I think to say "turn around" although I'm quite sure to this day that he was Totally purposely ignoring me and maybe he deserved it. So yeah I was gonna get physical but I was gonna let someone else have chance first.

Point is history doesn't have to repeat itself

You can actually change enough to be a good person even if you were really really bad

And I just did say it isn't easy. If certain people came in my house this very day, I'm not going to ever say I wouldn't kill them. But seeing as I kill really bad people that aren't so innocent. .. I mean God knows. Either he's testing me or he just doesn't care and I don't test so well. I get angry. I hate being tested. I am who I am all the way through my bones and out my backside and vice versa

I used to think I would always illegally smoke pot. I quit nearly 20 years ago. (Although I did try it for medical purposes this past summer - I didn't find it to be best for me)

Dejoria thought she would always be a rapist. Now maybe one day she can say she quit for 20 years and didn't try it for medical purposes.

Dejoria is very lucky that I was able to find her reasons to rape. It wasn't about putting the blame on her father to make her not responsible for her own actions. It was helping her understand that she was hurt and her actions were hurting others and that if you don't like something then don't do it to someone else and if you still don't like things (like me always talking bad about her) then change and she did

Not only did she do that. But she became caring.

Now I'm not like gonna be all dejoria you can be my nurse. But I used to hide from her that I was sick. She could see it I'm sure or knew. But I tried to hide it from her quite desperately. I didn't want her to feel power about it. Or like Mike Andrews decide to use my sickness against me. For a long time MA has decided to arrest me ND not give me medicine and do the whole Guatemano Bay torture chamber. I don't mention it because it's stupid. But it will also never happen. My "mother" smiles when I'm sick. So it's just always been me to hide my illnesses. It's what keeps my mother somehow saner. Otherwise she can go over the edge to try to kill me so that she can get away with it and blame a cold or something else

Anyway

Build your intuition. It's good for you

And don't question Dejoria when she tries to help you. She actually knows what to do

Don't think I will forgive you because it's the holiday season. I'm Native American, Like Black Friday and don't believe in Jesus. So you're more likely to piss me off even more than usual.

And Dejoria has earned the place she has achieved. She earned her Hell and by her own fingernails, scraped and scooped the dirt walls and dug herself out enough so she's no longer on fire. Don't be Jealous. She Earned every bit of help she's gotten. #nogreedies #nofreebies

#alexis dejoria #nhra #FBI

[jumpchain-drop]

Interlude 1.5

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

Last I remember, my Pokémon team and I just managed to defeat the swarm of Zubat to a mon when I suddenly felt myself drop. Their balls were on the floor around me. I picked them up and examined them. You learn to tell an empty from an occupied ball when you spend ten years in the Pokémon world, and these balls were indeed occupied. So even though they were out at the drop time, they managed to come with me.

I felt… pretty OK, all things considered? All the desert dust had gone from me and I felt like I just took a good shower. Wait, was my vision sharper? Or maybe I was just going crazy, because I seemed to have landed in a giant warehouse.

There were large shelves lining the massive space. A large block with windows was in one corner, next to what looked like some kind of medical-looking station and what looked like one of those cloning pods from Sonic Heroes.

“...the hell is this?”

No one answered.

Then I remembered the notebook. I reached for my bag, only to find it wasn’t on me. This worried me greatly. I looked around; my motorcycle, covered in a protective tarp, was leaning against one of the shelves, and sitting next to it was a bin with a giant “1” written on it in Sharpie.

I hurried over and pulled it off. Inside was all the stuff that was in my bag – my leftover Poké Balls, the deck of cards, my money, my laptop, and my billy club (which I promptly took) along with everything else I don’t remember right now. The bag itself was also there. The notebook, however, was absent.

I released all four of my Pokémon. Terra, Bolt, Cody, and Anita were quick to look around curiously.

“OK, you guys remember that notebook with the word ‘JUMP’ on the cover that was in my bag?”

They all replied affirmatively, whether nods or positively-toned sounds.

“It’s gone missing. Everyone split up and start looking. We’ll meet back here in...” I notice a clock on the nearby wall. “...an hour. Shout if you find anything.”

While they went to check out the rest of the place, I headed into the concrete cube. To my surprise, inside was a fully-furnished house, with a living room, kitchen (and a fully stocked fridge and pantry), bathroom, and bedroom, with enough space for all five of us. There was electricity and power outlets (I got the laptop and plugged that in), AC, indoor plumbing thank god, and there was a router so there was apparently some kind of Internet, but hell if that worked or the smart TV got any channels. At least there was a Blu-ray player and a rather extensive collection of movies and TV shows on DVD. No game consoles, though; that sucked.

An hour later, we reconvened. Anita found the notebook, on a high shelf near the back. From what I could tell from them, most of the rest of this place was just shelves like this, but there were several large empty spaces, presumably for larger objects. There was no one else here.

I opened the notebook. On a new page...

Warehouse

This place is yours.

The key is in your pocket. It almost always is.

The key, in any locked door anywhere, opens the way here.

While you’re inside, the door must stay open, but you can put a force field in it behind you. The key stays in the lock.

If you leave, everyone else leaves.

Time stops if the door is closed.

You jump on in a week.

“My pocket?” I checked, and inside was a key I hadn’t seen before. It looked like a house key. The keychain was bright orange and shaped like an asterisk with the top arm missing.

“Well...” I told my friends. “Looks like we’re here for the week. Might as well get settled.”

The week was a nice relief after ten years of being in the desert being chased by Zubat. The warehouse temperature was adjustable. Terra was a little uncomfortable with the lack of sun, but luckily there was a sunlamp in the house that did the best it could. Bolt and Cody both enjoyed the soft pet beds they had, and Anita loved racing around between the shelves. Every night, we’d make popcorn and come together to watch a movie. I picked the film based on what I really wanted to share with the others. The food didn’t seem to run out; in fact, it seemed there was just enough to feed all five of us every day, and it all came back during the night. I treated them to quesadillas for dinner, a dish I’m good at making back home. Naturally, this caused them to realize I was not originally from their world, but as I had been their caring trainer, they didn’t really seem to mind.

There was one odd moment during the week. Once, Bolt was getting a drink of Oran juice, but accidentally tripped and spilled it on me. Except it didn’t spill on me; it slid right off like water off a duck’s back. I asked the notebook what was up with that and it replied that my new body would always be clean.

New body…?

Turns out the asshole voice “updated” my body while I was in whatever limbo is mid-drop. I mean, I noticed I lacked my protruding gut that I often maintained made me more huggable, but I put that on living in the fucking Pokémon world with actual monsters that could kill me, during a time where there were monsters that would extra kill me. I was stronger, faster, hardier… It was like the original me, but at least a little bit better in pretty much every respect.

Like, that’d be pretty cool, but I would’ve liked it if they asked first.

At least my team didn’t notice or even care about the differences. That was welcome.

Before I knew it, the week was up. I had barely managed to get dressed before...

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

I was back in the white cylinder. Fuck me.

“Do I have to go to each new place by falling?!” I yelled.

“Yes, because it’s funny,” said the voice.

“Says you. Do you even have a body?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Anyways, it’s time for a new decade in a new world.”

“Whoa, hold on. What about my Pokémon? Terra and Bolt and Cody and Anita.”

“There’s a timeless pocket dimension adjacent to your warehouse. They are safely time-paused.”

“What is with you and time-pausing?” I demanded.

“Would you rather they die of old age alone without you while you’re elsewhere?”

“...Touché, but what about worlds-?”

“Enough questions. It’s time for choices.”

“What choices?! You threw me into the fucking desert with no choice and no explanation!”

“OK, fine, you want a choice so bad, you can pick where you go next.”

“That’s good-”

“-after this one.”

“What?!”

“Trust me, you’re gonna want this next.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Duly noted. Now making choices.”

Turns out ten years does not make those blinking lights any more bearable. Eventually they all settled down. Looking at them, after my experiences with computers, I was certain that these were some kind of data representation in binary, some encoding of these “choices,” but without any idea of the format it was impossible to decode. Somehow I remembered the first one, which was different, and I was starting to memorize this one too.

“Your selections have been made. Have a good decade!”

“Here we go again...” I groaned before falling again.

#jumpchain #a man chooses #jumpchain a man chooses #story

[alyinargentina-blog]

Texas or Iguazu??

Iguazu falls looks like it’s fake, the pictures of it don’t do it justice but seeing it is like seeing something that would only exist in a Disney movie or a bad action movie that needs a cool set to make up for the mediocre acting. Katie and I left Buenos Aires Thursday morning, and sat at the airport getting live updates from her mom about the sentencing of Alec Cook, the UW student who sexually assaulted numerous female students in 2016. He was charged with five felonies and several other additional crimes, with a maximum sentence of 40 years. He got 3. Our justice system is so screwed up it’s revolting. Our flight there was painless, as was the ride into town. Our hostel, from the outside, looked nice enough, it had a lot of cool murals on the walls and our bedroom seemed clean. We hurriedly threw our bags down and retreated into the living room to watch the Argentina world cup game against Croatia, a seemingly meek opponent who turned out to look a lot better than Argentina ever did. 

A painful 2-0 loss later, Katie and I found ourselves with little else to do than go track down a very early dinner. We found a mexican restaurant on google maps and headed there, only to be told it doesn’t open for another hour. We tried entertaining ourselves by shopping and browsing the little markets outside but the town of Iguazu has about as much entertainment as the Wisconsin Dells downtown area, which let me tell you is about zero. There were lots of the same tourist stores filled with overpriced knick knacks, clothing stores with more graphic tees in one place than I’ve ever seen, and a surprising lack of bars where we could sit and sip a beer before we devoured some tacos. Thankfully we found a bar at the end of the main street, got some beer and cornnuts!! and wasted way an hour until dinner. 

The Mexican place was an experience if nothing else, one that involved very little real mexican food. Katie and I have decided that people generally like us: the waiter at the restaurant gave us a huge free plate of chips and dip with more to come later. We ordered some passionfruit daiquiris, which apparently are VERY different than margaritas according to the same waiter, and then our food. Turns out “quesadilla” to an Argentine means a flatbread ham and cheese sandwich, which is not quite what I had in mind, but oh well. The other two tacos we got were good, both of course needed something picante but we can’t expect Argentine sauces to provide that at this point in our semester, that would be asking way too much. After the food, our bestfriend (the waiter) came out with free tequila shots, which we were really not expecting but which were not nearly as deadly as I remember tequila shots being. By this point, Katie and I were sufficiently liquored up, and headed back to the hostel. 

We decided to shower, which in theory is a relatively easy process. False. I ended up falling and severely bruising my hand and elbow because wet tile steps are not a semi-drunk person’s friend. The rest of the night was spent icing my hand and complaining about our professor who had just decided to send the prompts for our final essays that night, two days after he said he was going to and after having the last class be cancelled without any prior notice because the professor decided she had better things to do and “didn’t have time” to text anyone about it. Juan rescheduled the class for this Tuesday, directly in the middle of a very important soccer game, so I will not be attending. Sorry Juan. We went to bed relatively early because no one was at the hostel and there was nothing to do, but nothing in Argentina can go smoothly. In this specific instance, both of our beds were horrifying. As context, our bunk bed was positioned right outside the bathroom that did not have nearly enough ventilation for a sewage system that did not allow for used toilet paper to be flushed down the toilets. The toilet seats were also cushioned, which has nothing to do with the bed situation but is just gross in general. Katie’s bed had patches that smelled very concerning, one of which was right by the pillow, so she got very little sleep. My mattress started leaking fluid, am assuming it’s water because don’t want to think about other possibilities. I didn’t realize this until I moved around to try to get warmer and realized that an entire side of my shorts were drenched, and that my shirt had some wet spots also. I very quickly decided to change beds after that incident. 

Friday was waterfall day! We woke up, had some rice and beans for breakfast, and then walked to the bus terminal to get a ride to the national park. The park entrance was surprisingly inconspicuous for such a big tourist destination, and the entire place really wasn’t too busy, which could have something to do with it being a week day. We got into the park and made our way to the Garganta del Diablo first, which is the biggest waterfall that literally looks like the earth just fell away and there’s a gigantic hole where the ground should be. You can hear the rushing water about twenty to thirty minutes before you can see anything. The trail to get to the walkway out to the waterfall is a gravel road next to the train tracks that transport all of the park’s old visitors to the flatter, easily accessible wire walkway over the river. When we got to the actual walkway, there were more people, many of whom were on guided tours that identified their members with fun matching hats. The walk out to the falls too about twenty minutes. The first thing you see is water seemingly being sucked away, and then the closer you get the more mist you see, and then the falls come into view. Definitely a “wow” moment: you can’t even see the bottom because the water hits with such force that the mist obscures it. It honestly looks like the earth disappeared and the water doesn’t ever hit a bottom. 

After this path, Katie and I decided it was lunchtime, so we headed back to one of the eating areas and attempted to make our sandwiches. However, there was a small blip in these plans thanks to animals called Cuatí. Cuatí are little rodent things that look like a mix between anteaters and raccoons, completely with weird snouts and a long tail that terrorize the tourist at the park and try to steal every single item of food they can get their clawed paws on. Katherine loved them, I hated them. The one time we decided to sit at a table and assemble our lunches, they swarmed, at least ten of them, and almost ran away with our bag of bread. I was horrified. Lunchtime turned into a detour to the only indoor food court in the park so that we could eat in relative peace. 

After lunch, Cuatí free thankfully, we did the lower path at the park, which was gorgeous, and gave us the stereotypical pictures taken at the park, with all of the waterfalls in a row and the rainbow glinting off of the spray from the water. This path was infested by this huge group of what seemed like an extended family on vacation, who would run on the walkway with all of the children, and then stop and take 20 minutes worth of pictures in the middle of the walkway because they apparently all needed a picture at the exact same place. Katie and I thankfully could bypass them, and get up to the last trail, the higher path. This one took us on top of the waterfalls we’d seen from the lower path, and had some cool panoramic views of all of the waterfalls with the Garganta del Diablo in the distance. This was our last trial, so we headed back to the park entrance behind a group of chanting geriatrics led by a man with a can who was zoom-walking and hitting signs with his cane aka an old man gone rogue.

We got back to our hostel to find it infested with a huge group of students from the University of Texas who were in Iguazu for the weekend, and in Buenos Aires for five weeks studying business management. None of them spoke spanish, or were making an attempt to learn it, they had never taken the subte or the colectivo (in fact they knew what neither of those things were), they spent the majority of their time at boliches and bars, and then had the audacity to question why Katie and I were a bit worn out by Buenos Aires. But they also turned out to be very entertaining. Matt, the first Texan that we met, took Katie and I to this light show overlooking the intersection of Paraguay, Brazil, and Argentina, which turned out to be very cool.  He parted ways to go meet his 35 Texan friends at a restaurant that serves Milanesa, something Katie and I get more than enough of with our host moms, so we headed to an outdoor burger place that had some pretty large burgers. 

We got back to the hostel and expected it to be empty: all of the Texans had said they were going to this ice bar that is literally made of ice, and where 300 pesos buys you unlimited drinks for 30 minutes, aka you’re buying the death of your liver. Boy were we wrong: Texas was in full force in Igauzu. They’d taken over the small bar area and were continuing their binge drinking, so Katie and I opened our bottle of wine and retreated to the quiet of the small patio by our room. About ten minutes later, Matt invited us to play Never have I Ever with their group, which got rowdy real quick. We learned more than we needed to ever know about many of the boys in this group, all of whom were freshman which contributed to the absurdity of the entire event. By the end of the night, most of them were absolutely hammered, one of them was asking me why his friends wouldn’t share weed with him, another was not wearing shoes around the hostel, another was defending his decision not to give oral to his girlfriend of 2 1/2 years. 

The next morning, they had to wake up at 7 to go on their guided tour of Iguazu, which meant not only that Katie and I got woken up when all of their 20 alarms went off in our room, but that we got to hear their shouted-whispers about how they were still hammered, had gotten into literal fist fights with their friends the night before, and had no idea what to bring with them to Iguazu. Katie and I stayed in bed for a while longer, ate breakfast, watched some soccer, and then headed to the airport to fly back to Buenos Aires. 

The airport in Iguazu is literally falling apart. It’s partially under construction to “modernize” it but I think that basically means they’re tearing it down bit by bit because it’s barely functional and only has one gate. We got there about an hour and a half before our flight, because according to the guy that worked at the hostel that’s all we needed. But, as per usual in my experiences flying in Argentina, about five families had ten suitcases each, and proceeded to take at least 15 minutes checking them all and arguing about if they could have them in the plane or if they needed to be checked. It took forever to get our boarding passes, but thankfully security took very little time, and we were at the one gate right as our plane was supposed to start boarding. Except it didn’t start boarding for at least another half hour, in which two lines formed, frantic Asian women were asking everyone they could find which line was for Andes Airlines (they both were) and then not believing any of the answers they were given. We eventually got on the plane and flew home, with quite a bumpy landing, but the entire boarding process was a mess. Although Beatriz tried shaming Katie into staying another day in Iguazu to visit these jesuit ruins that turned out to be like on the other end of the province, at least a five hour bus ride away, Katie and I both agreed that one day in the town was more than enough to see the falls and head off to bigger and better (hopefully at least cleaner) places. 

Speaking of bigger and better places, I only have two weeks from today before I fly out and home to Wisconsin. I am very ready to leave. Buenos Aires has been an experience that I think will ultimately be good for me, but right now I basically want nothing more than to be back in a city that I don’t have to worry about getting stolen from every minute, that doesn’t go on strike every other week, that has my dog and my bed and my car and a phone that can do more than one thing at a time. 

[lodryons]

Prague

1 USD = 25 CZK

We arrived in Prague to a fake Airbnb. You can’t scam someone of money on Airbnb so this was perhaps a troll or they were actually a real person that has been missing for days. We might never know.

Airbnb support reimbursed us up to $150 for the night to which my good friends, Christian and Damian, decided to burn on a penthouse. It was about 1:30 AM when we got in the room. We left at around 3 AM to burn some more money in a club called Roxy. It wasn’t unpleasant. Damian went missing around 5:30 AM. Christian and I went to Burger King at 6:30 AM and chatted with two Swiss guys for a good hour about all things Switzerland and Trump. We talked about a lot of interesting things and I remember none of them. Nothing fills you with dread like walking out of Burger King to pure daylight when it was previously dark.

We found Damian sleeping outside of our room. He looked like an angel. Christian shook him by lightly kicking him and Damian popped up like an MMA fighter and began throwing punches in a windmill fashion. Christian moved out of the way and began hysterically laughing. There is something special about witnessing a person laugh in response to violence towards himself. Once we got in the room Damian threw a punch at me and we had another laugh. Damian is a sweet boy and this was clearly the work of alcohol and sleep depression. Damian doesn’t seem to remember this, unfortunately. He felt quite bad about it when we told him.

We slept from about 8 AM to 12:30 PM and scurried out by our check out time. We arranged to have our new Airbnb host check us in at 3 PM so we grabbed some lunch down the street in the meantime. Damian wasn’t fairing too well at this point. He hadn’t endured the great feast of nuggets and fries that Christian and I had previously that morning and was running on pure Long Island ice tea fumes.

We got to the meeting point and the Airbnb lady was nowhere to be found. We didn’t have data so Christian went to get some WiFi and Damian and I stood outside looking like travelers in need of an Airbnb.

We were at this main plaza square next to this massive mall and Damian was forced to stand or sit outside with no water and certainly no privacy to throw up. So instead he threw up in a corner of the building that mostly went unnoticed. A group of girls must have heard his vomiting noise because they peered around the corner and looked mostly unsurprised. Damian waltzed over to me and quickly had another vomit spell shortly thereafter. I’ve never seen someone puke in this manner. He kind of leaned over a bit, contorted his face and let out a little stream of vomit right in the middle of the plaza. Most surprisingly, no one seemed to notice this time. I told him I’d watch his stuff and handed him the little water that was left in my bag as he went to sit somewhere. Poor Damian. Some pigeons quickly descended on the vomit and devoured his half-processed quesadilla with joy.

The Airbnb sits in a decrepit building with a door that could probably be kicked down by a five-year-old. You walk down a cold alley and up a spiraling staircase to a door with 4 more deadbolts. In reality the door has a single deadbolt that appears to do nothing but you do have to turn the key 3 times to either lock or unlock it. The woman that took pictures of this place is truly an artist in deception. She managed to capture the perfect amount of the place such that the blemishes don’t appear. I don’t really care about blemishes as long as the place has WiFi, a decent bathroom and a suitable place to sleep.

I’ll start with the name of the host. Barbora. I have red, squiggly lines underneath that name right now in my text editor. Now that might be a Czech name but we’re pretty sure it’s a misspelling of Barbara.

Here is her profile picture. I thought it looked quite fake. That photo looks like a woman recoiling at what her lover is dishing out on the couch of Dr. Phil. Here’s the thing. That’s not Barbora. Sorry to break the forth wall here but I keep having to stop my editor from automatically correcting Barbora to Barbara. Again, that is not Barbora. Barbora is about 10-20 years older than that woman. I think that is what Barbora wishes she looked like but their similarity diverges after their shared characteristics which are that Barbora is a woman with blonde hair.

Here is the listing name: Old Town Apartment wifi free. It is located in old town, it is an apartment, and it does technically have WiFi.

We texted Barbara, I mean Barbora, about the WiFi and here is her response:

“Hi Cristian, yes I know :). Is two posibility to conect. One is name GrandRooms and second is Lovely All of two is free without password. Bye”

Now I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not trying to make fun of her English. What’s funny about this is that she’s clearly marketing her place as having WiFi when these are obviously not her WiFi networks. Lovely is better on my phone and GrandRooms on my laptop. They work, but you get kicked off every 1-5 minutes. Sometimes it reconnects automatically which is nice.

The bathroom has a towel rolled up next to the bathtub because it is leaking water. Barbora told us not to move it. The bathroom has your standard 5-bulb sockets above the mirror but only the middle one is filled with a small bulb that you would find in a nightlight. I’m going to give this one to Barbora and say it’s strategically this way to lower electricity costs. This morning I got up to a considerable amount of the bathroom floor wet. We have no more towels to dry the floor with so I hopped in the bathtub next to the sink from the hallway and brushed my teeth. The mirror oddly extends across the wall so this was a decent short-term solution.

We saw a castle and some gardens, walked across a bridge with a lot of tourists, and went into a sex machine museum yesterday. It was all mildly interesting.

I spent a lot of time being quite tired from being up all night. This is not a good way to live. I feel like 25 is a great time to retire from this.