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3d-wifey · 7 months

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And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 6

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 5k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! A/N: Don't be scared to click the embedded links, you might get an auditory surprise (Ai voice cloning works wonders)

Past (vi) - Finnick

[18 & 19] - THE CAPITOL; TRAINING CENTER; ELEVENTH FLOOR

You and Finnick are sitting side by side when they flood the arena.

An earthquake breaks the dam open and the tributes closest to it die almost instantly, the crushing weight of the water pressure either breaking their necks or knocking them out before they drown. Multiple canons fire one after the other. If Finnick counted correctly, only six tributes are left—five of which aren't from districts with large bodies of water. It’ll only be a matter of time before they tire out.

He's not hoping that the other kids die, but he is hoping that Annie makes it. She's a sweet girl and she actually took his advice to heart. Unlike his other tributes who usually didn't take him seriously because of his age.

He feels a smaller hand slip into his and he doesn’t have to look down to know it's yours. Your tributes had died in the cornucopia and it’s been ten days since then. You had no reason to stay behind. But you did. For him.

You squeeze his hand. He squeezes back.

Once the waters have calmed and the rest of the tributes strive to stay afloat, Annie does the smart thing and moves to float on her back.

Of course, in a test of endurance, she's the strongest swimmer in the arena. In District Four, kids learn how to backstroke before they can walk. However, there’s no telling how long they’ll be in the water, and trying to tread it will only drain what little stamina she has left.

It takes three hours for three of the tributes to die and five for Finnick to have his first victor.

Socialites and mentors alike surround you and Finnick to congratulate him as they airlift Annie out of the arena. Augustus claps him on the shoulder and Gloss shakes his hand. But the only hand he cares about slips out of his when four different people try to rope him into a conversation at once, your bracelet catching against his.

You say nothing to him as you edge out of the crowd and he supposes you don’t owe him an explanation, but it leaves a pit in his stomach to watch you walk away.

When he comes to the Eleventh floor later that night, Chaff is the one who greets him when the elevator opens, presumably heading out himself. Something he should have expected since you aren’t the only one who lives on the floor, but he’s still taken by surprise.

“Oh. Hey?” It comes out as more of a question than a statement, the letters curling and drawing out at the end like he’s just discovered the human language.

“You’re acting like I’m not the face you wanted to see.” Chaff crosses his arms with a beaming grin that spells trouble for Finnick. “What? Am I not pretty enough, Odair?”

“No, you’re plenty beautiful, Chaff,” he laughs, “I was just expecting Star.”

“Yeah, alright. Go ahead.” He steps aside and Finnick feels like he got caught sneaking into his girlfriend's room. Which isn’t too far off, “I’m sure you know where her room is.” He decides to pointedly ignore that last comment.

He spots Seeder, dishing out playing cards, and Haymitch, drinking, at the dining table and he just knows this will spread like wildfire among the victors. Because, despite being grown men, Chaff and Haymitch are the biggest gossips he knows.

“Ah, there’s the blushing bride!” Haymitch half shouts—half cackles, halfway into a bottle of expensive Capitol wine. He ignores them, which only makes them crack up harder. Finnick is nineteen years old, and as they laugh behind him, he actually feels his age for once.

He’s come to your floor for the past two years. So when your door slides open, you only look slightly surprised to see him.

“Finnick,” you look over his shoulder like you expected him to bring someone with him, “I didn’t think you’d come. I thought you’d be spending time with Annie.” You venture tiredly.

“I spoke to her after they got her into medic, but not for long.”

After Talon, his other tribute was decapitated in front of her, something happened. Something broke. She cried uncontrollably and screamed when the nurses tried to take her vitals. He was able to help calm her down enough for them to sedate her, but Finnick knows that isn’t going to be an easy fix. No victor comes out of their games the same as when they entered. This is just another example.

You take a step back from him. He didn’t even notice when he got so close and gravitated to you, he never does.

“Well. Thanks for letting me know, I guess. You can go now.”

He stands there, mouth opening and closing.

“I can go—are you mad at me?” He asks incredulously.

"No!" You deny it like the idea of being mad at him never even crossed your mind, yet, he can't help but feel like he’s upsetting you.

"Are you...sad at me?" You hesitate at that and his heart sinks. You sigh and for a second he worries you’re going to send him away.

"C’mon." You wave him into your room. “I’d rather not have an audience for this.” He glances over his shoulder and spots the three adults in the room clearly eavesdropping as they pretend to play cards at the table.

“Leave the door cracked!” You flip off the trio of cackling adults, herding Finnick into your room and you barely get the door closed before he’s apologizing.

“I don’t know what I did, Star, but I’m sorry, okay? And—and whatever it is, sweetheart, I swear I won’t do it again.” He pleads, feeling just as desperate as he probably sounds. He’s trailing pretty close after you through the hallway that curves into your bedroom, so he almost bumps into you when you stop in front of him.

“Finnick, calm down, okay? You didn’t do anything.” You claim, but if that’s true, then—

“I don’t understand. Wh–what’s wrong?” Because there’s definitely something wrong. Your body language is closed off. You’re never closed off around him.

You cross your arms, then drop them and place your hands on your hips.

“Annie.” You mutter, staring over his shoulder.

“...Annie?” He repeats, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah.” You speak muffled, biting at the nail of your thumb. “I’ve been thinking and I can only imagine how exciting it is for you to have someone your age in Four who’s gone through the same things as you. You guys have much more in common, I’m sure, not to mention you can see each other whenever you want. So, I won’t fault you for, I don’t know, spending less time with me. Or, if you forget to respond to a letter or…something.” You finish off your rambling in a mumble, losing steam.

He blinks at you.

“And why would I do that?” He asks and you throw your arms up in frustration, walking further into the room to crash down into a forest green armchair. What is he doing wrong?

“Because we don’t see each other outside of the Capitol.” You avoid making eye contact and pick at the skin around your nails, a habit he thought you grew out of. “And I’m fine with that, but that doesn’t mean you have to be. You don’t have to settle for this.”

“Do you feel like you’re settling?” He asks, doing, in his opinion, a pretty good job of acting like his heart isn’t hinging on your answer.

“What?! What, of course not.” You look at him like he grew a second head. As if his question isn't completely reasonable given how you're behaving. “We have such little time together.”

“Yeah, and that makes the moments we do get to spend together special.” He argues. Finnick tracks your movements, coming to stand before you. You clench your fist together before hiding them by folding your arms. “What is this really about?”

You take a breath.

"Finnick, we can never be together outside of this city.” You laugh, but he knows it’s not real. “With Annie in the picture, you can have something close to normal. You’ve earned that much.” He takes a second to look you over. Finnick has always been able to pick things up through body language. A skill he developed after Mags lost the ability to speak, and even that took him years to perfect. With you, someone who is practically mute when it comes to your emotions, it was almost instantaneous. He can read you like a well-loved book.

"Will you look at me?" He ducks his head down to get you to look at him, but you're being especially avoidant.

"I’m sorry, it's really not that serious." You mumble, stubbornly keeping your eyes on the ground, "You don't need to—” He places his hand on the back of your neck, touching his forehead to yours.

"There you are." He smiles when you finally look up at him. He holds you tighter, free hand sliding down to your waist and his neck straining at the position. "I'm not gonna leave you behind for Annie, okay–I would never leave you behind. For anyone."

"Why?" You ask barely above a whisper, confusion so genuine that it nearly breaks his heart. Like you can't wrap your head around Finnick wanting to stay with you. He’s failed you somewhere along the way if that’s the case.

He takes a different approach, dropping down to one knee on the cold brown marble floor and then the other until he’s kneeling between your legs. The big green chair is the backdrop behind you, and it really is an enormous chair.

“Finnick,” you laugh, as dulcet as a melody, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want normal. I want you. That’s all I ever wanted.” He grins up at you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. "I'll stop needing air before I stop needing you.” He could spend the rest of his life being the most altruistic bastard in Panem and still not deserve you.

You loop your arms around his neck, fingers carding through the back of his hair. He leans into the warmth of your hand and wonders if there will ever be a moment better than this. There’s always been a level of affection between the two of you that's a little too intimate to call friendship, but Finnick’s grown so accustomed to it that he feels unsettled without it.

You lean closer to him, practically sitting on the edge of your seat. "Can I…” You hesitate. “Can I try something?" You ask and he agrees like he always will. He can deny you nothing.

You move one hand to his cheek. The other grips his shirt as you lean toward him. He holds still—barely breathing, afraid that any sudden movement will make you lose your nerve.

You run cold, you always have, it’s just another thing to love as far as Finnick is concerned. He himself emits heat like a furnace on the best of days. He remembers cold hands touching his heated skin, cold toes shocking the skin of his legs whenever you lay together. But now, now Finnick feels nothing but a hissing heat as your mouths press together. Heat like a hot knife cutting into a block of ice, like a blazing star consuming him in a ball of fire, only to sizzle into a warm embrace. He melts into you, trusting that you’ll sculpt him back together with your glacial grip.

And you will, won’t you? Take him into your arms and mold him into whatever shape he needs to be to fit inside your heart. He’s had no experience with that sort of thing. He’s never had to, his heart automatically made room for you without any input on his part. There’s a perfect you-shaped hole in his chest and you’ve already slotted into place. When you hold him like this, kiss him like this, he can believe it. Believe that maybe, maybe this is something you’ve been hoping for too—that he hasn’t been alone in his longing.

Your lips are soft, softer than he imagined. You’re softer than he imagined. It’s more of a peck than anything else, but it means everything to Finnick. You stop to take a breath and he moves to follow you as you pull away. He doesn't open his eyes for a second. If it never happens again, if he never has the chance to kiss you again, he wants to commit this moment to memory. Every detail, down to the puff of air against his lips before you leaned in.

Finnick is well aware of the effect he has on people, he’s had five years to come to terms with it. But he’s never been on the receiving end of it before. It’s all new to him—new and utterly terrifying. Terrifying and utterly beautiful because it’s you. It has always been you and it’ll keep being you even if this ends here.

"What was that?" He asks, just in case he’s reading this wrong and you aren’t looking at the kiss the way he is. In case you’re not looking at him like he looks at you.

"...I don't know." You whisper like it’s a secret shared between you two.

"Okay," he exhales between you. He can work with that. Finnick shakes his head. “I don’t need more than that.” He smiles. He’ll give himself to you in whatever capacity you’ll have him, as long as you’ll have him. He doesn’t have the right to ask for more.

“I think,” you start, dazed, and he can’t tamp down the smug satisfaction bubbling up because he did that to you, “I've wanted to do that for a long time."

He considers it. He's wanted to kiss you since that first night under the stars. When you allowed yourself to be vulnerable—sharing a piece of yourself with him—and you looked at him with a smile that was more genuine than he deserved; too good to be aimed at someone like him. “So why haven’t you?”

You sway into him like you can’t help yourself and he gets the feeling. You rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“I…I’ve never had anything I've wanted before—I’ve never taken it, but,” you squeeze your eyes shut and he doesn't like that. He doesn't like not having your gaze on him. When did that happen? Under his nose, he's become so needy for your attention, so needy for you, “But I want this more than I’ve wanted anything, Finnick. I want you.”

“Then, take me. Have me." He begs into the crown of your hair, sounding so desperate he’s surprised you haven’t run the other way. But, honestly, he isn’t sure he wouldn’t chase after you. He's been yours in everything but name for years at this point. It’s just one more leap, one more line to cross together because Finnick wants too. He wants and wants and wants. He wants to be yours.

"It's selfish. To want this much, right?" You pull him towards you and he goes. He can't imagine doing anything else. You nose at his jaw and he shivers at the brush of smooth lips and warm breath on the sensitive skin of his neck. He moves his head to the side to give you more room. "It has to be."

"I like you selfish." If this is you selfish, he wants you greedy, he wants you heedless. He wants your want. He closes his eyes, every other sense focused on you. He holds you closer. “I know it’s hard to love me—”

“Don’t say that. Don’t think my hesitation has anything to do with who you are. It’s just…” You pull back far enough to look up at him, your eyes darting back and forth between his, and he thinks he understands what you’re asking for.

You’re scared, so you want him to make the choice. You want it to be his decision. He’s scared too, so he understands. He’ll take the plunge and bear the brunt of the fall. There’s not much he can protect you from, but he can do this. He can protect you from himself.

This time he's the one that leans in and you meet him halfway. On instinct, he goes to grab your waist and stops himself. Instead, he grabs the hand gripping his shirt, lacing your fingers with his.

Finnick's never prayed for anything, he doesn't even believe in a higher power. Yet, selfishly, he begs. Let this be real. Let him keep this one thing.

Let him keep you.

Present (VI) - You

[23 & 24] - THE CAPITOL; CHARIOT RIDES

You stand alone in the elevator, skin bristling with the phantom feeling of scrubbing. If your prep team had scrubbed any harder, you're sure your skin would have come off. You rub at the now smooth skin of your face, trying to soothe the lingering sting from the waxing.

Don't worry, there's more! For whatever reason, Tumblr refuses to let me post some chapters in their entirety, so if you want the rest, just click this link!

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lunaritychuwolf · 2 months

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Dennysverse headcanons:

-An average night at Denny's:

Clem is gossiping with Bradey in the kitchen

Denise is listening in and gossiping as well as she's waiting for the food so she can serve

Sarah is taking an order, trying not to kill another bothersome customer

-At the end of the night:

They all go to the nearest 7 Eleven to buy some snacks and drinks and head back to the house (and they were roommates👀)

Either for a movie marathon night, stargazing and just chatting, spa night at home or just talking about their night

These three like to relax after work

-Sleep:

I feel Sarah sleeps late but is an early waker, meaning she doesn't get a lot of sleep in total. Her max is like 6 to 6 and a half hrs and God damn the energy drinks consumed is unfathomable

Denise is an early sleeper and wakes up at a decent time. Loves her rest, minimum 8 hours and likes coffee but like, black coffee with a shit ton of sugar

I know Clementine is a late sleeper and late riser, maximum 5 hrs. Tea, tea, tea and an apple is what she runs on

-Chores:

Clem hates doing the dishes so she usually tries to swap with Denise who I feel wouldn't mind swapping sweeping with her

Sarah looks like the one who does the clothes and will meticulously wash in colour coordination as to not stain anything. Also organised all their cupboards in summer/spring and winter/autumn

As stated before, Denise doesn't mind dishes but she'd much rather tend to their garden. Yes, the Denny's grow their own veggies😌 we independent like that

-Food:

Clem cannot cook to save her life, Denise and Sarah to the rescue... Take aways✨

But I think Sarah can cook really well and on occasion Denise will join her to cook up a feast

Denise is a baker through and through, she's got the best! And I mean the best cupcake recipe. It's a secret though so you can only enjoy when she does bake

-How they spend their days:

Walks in the park is an absolute, maybe even visiting the playground where the three met. They still do their forest adventures like when they were younger

Visiting art stores is a must when one of them runs out of art supplies. It's time to restock and buy new stuff

Library browsing and enjoying books. Each has their own favourite genres and likes to buy, read and trade with each other. Best believe there's a reading nook somewhere in that house

@rustycopper4use @piffany666

Pls

Add anything or tell me to change something you feel it doesn't suit

This was on made a whim😌

#escaped audios #my greasefire life #escaped audios my greasefire life #dennysverse #denny’s into the dennyverse #x listener #funny #headcanon

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qu0kkarambles · 2 years

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Part 5- Christmas party

Warnings- smut (minors dni), sex in public, unprotected sex, fivesome, oral, cum play?, cursing, degradation, praise, aftercare, overstimulation, hickeys, multiple orgasms, crying, I think that’s everything?

Authors note- I can’t quite believe this series is over?? It’s been in my brain for so long and I started writing part 1 over a month ago. It feels surreal that I’ve written a series on here but here we are, and all the comments and re blogs I keep getting make my day so please if you have anything to say comment or send anonymous asks I love hearing that y’all like this. Anyways enjoy.

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Every year, your office has a Christmas party. The entire floor would be decorated with streamers and tinsel, Christmas songs blasting from an old radio and food and drinks handed out for everyone. It was the perfect opportunity for colleagues to spend time together outside of work hours, getting to know each other, sharing a drink and growing closer.

Needless to say, you had so far never attended. In previous years you always received the invite, left it on your fridge for a week, and then threw it away. You had no interest in bonding with your coworkers, and you definitely didn’t want them to know more about you than they already did.

It was your tried and tested method of keeping yourself out of the office gossip, and it was perfect. But this year would unfortunately be unavoidable. After your confession to heeseung he had set his mind on going to the party, even calling into work to tell them he wouldn’t be travelling for a while.

His stop on travel was only partly for the sake of the christmas party. He also realised while you were chatting about your weeks one night how much he missed being around you. He’d been planning to stop leaving you for a while, but your infidelity sealed the deal for him. He’d be staying put for a while.

When the day of the Christmas party finally came, you felt your stomach in knots. For the past week since you had confessed to heeseung, you had been working from home, calling into your hr department each day with the same excuse- family problems that would hopefully be sorted soon. Heeseung had also been working from home, meaning you felt like you’d spent more time with him in the past week than the past 6 months.

‘Are you sure we have to go hee?’ You asked for the fourth time as you finished your makeup.

‘Yes my love. We’re going’ he replied, his shirt buttoned up and looking sleek and sexy.

‘But why? What will meeting them do? Please heeseung.’ You were practically begging. Your stomach had been tied up about tonight for the past few days, anticipation and anxiety at the whole office meeting heeseung filling your body. Not to mention heeseung meeting the three guys you slept with behind his back. It was going to be a disaster.

‘Princess’ his voice was stern. ‘We’re going. Don’t worry you’ll enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure of it’ he reassured as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Still unconvinced, you held his hand tight as you both left your apartment.

The red satin-feel dress you wore was perfect for the night, the 50’s style skirt perfectly accentuating your curves without being too short or sexy to be inappropriate for the work place. Although with your track record in the office, you couldn’t really talk on what was office appropriate.

Heeseungs hand rested on your thigh the entire car ride to your office. His hand up under your skirt and fingers flat against your skin calmed you, although your nerves picked up once you saw your office building.

‘Princess? You ready to go in?’ In your anxiety, you hadn’t notice him park the car, looking to you before stepping out of his door. He made his way around the car, opening your door and taking your hand in his as you stepped out, dress blowing gently in the breeze. The perfect gentleman. ‘Let’s go I guess’ you said, clutching his hand tight as you made your way into the building and up the lift.

The lift felt slower than usual, your mind running a million miles an hour with all the ways that tonight could go wrong. When the doors finally opened out into the open plan office you were taken aback. It really did look good, the decorations really transforming it from the relatively bleak office space you were used to. Music played through a crackling radio and many of your coworkers were gathered around one of the central cubicals acting as a makeshift bar for the evening.

As you approached with Heeseung, their chatter stopped as they turned to look at you both.

‘Y/n! So glad you could finally make it to a Christmas party. And who’s this?’ You recognised the speaker as one of the women from HR, but you couldn’t quite remember her name. You smiled, ignoring her question until heeseung piped up.

‘Lee heeseung. Her husband’ he replied, offering his hand out to shake her own. The faces of those behind all looked shocked, none of them knowing you were dating, let alone married.

‘Well done y/n. He’s mighty handsome isn’t he’ another coworker chimed in, the whole group agreeing.

‘Well thank you. We should mingle my love’ he said as he took your hand in his, excusing you both from the group as you walked away.

‘So. Where are they?’ He asked, eyes focused on you as you scanned the room. You had hoped that jay, jake and Sunghoon were yet to arrive, or better yet, that they weren’t coming at all. But luck was seldom on your side, and you soon spotted the three of them in a corner, each nursing their own cups as they stood in relative awkwardness.

‘Those three. Over there’ you told heeseung as you subtly nodded your head in their direction. His eyes followed, and he whistled low. ‘Well done princess. God you really know how to pick them don’t you.’ His hand held firm on your wrist as he pulled you in their direction, their eyes meeting your own before you reached them.

‘Hi there. You all must work with y/n’ heeseung began, taking in their reactions as they each tried to figure out who he was. Jay was the first to speak. ‘Yeah. I’m her boss. And you are?’ He sounded arrogant, his annoyance at your hand linked with heeseungs obvious in his voice.

‘Lee heeseung. Her husband’

At that, jake choked on his drink, spitting some of it from his mouth in shock as sunghoons eyes and mouth opened wide, shock painting his features. You still stood quiet, taking in their reactions as heeseungs hand left yours and found it’s way around your waist, pulling you close.

‘Her what?’ Jay asked, anger obvious in his tone. ‘You’re fucking married?’

His second question was pointed to you, but you kept quiet as heeseung continued. ‘How about we all go for a chat. I’m sure you’ve got some questions and y/n has a lot to say for herself, don’t you my love?’ He says as he looks down at you, eyes glinting in the party lights of the room.

You were grateful for the suggestion to talk to the boys elsewhere. Other colleagues knowing every inch of your personal life was too much to bare thinking about. Heeseung led you to the elevator and the five of you squeezed in, heading up a few floors before stepping off, certain you wouldn’t be interrupted. Being overly cautious, heeseung led you to a rather spacious office, which conveniently had a door lock. Definitely no interruptions.

‘Y/n. Do you want to start or should I?’ Heeseung asked, pushing you in front of the other men in the room.

‘Y/n what’s this about?’ Jake asked, hurt and confusion across his face as he processed that you were married, and also questioned why jay and Sunghoon were here too.

‘Shy? Don’t worry baby I’ll fill them in’ heeseung started, pausing for dramatic effect.

‘She fucked all three of you.’

The hurt, confusion and anger that spread across their faces haunted you. You never meant to hurt anyone, and the entire situation had spiralled out of control.

‘Heeseung please’ you begged, hoping you could soon leave.

‘My little slut fucked you all. And you didn’t even know she was married.’ As he spoke he lifted your chin with his fingers, your focus pulled up to look into his eyes. ‘Don’t worry baby. We’ll look after our little slut, right guys?’ He turned his question to the boys who were still stood in shock.

‘Remind me baby’ heeseung whispered into your ear, ‘who was first?’

‘Jay.’ Your voice was barely a whisper, until heeseung gripped your jaw and commanded you to speak louder.

‘JAY’ you almost shouted, heeseungs hand still gripping your cheeks.

‘Good girl. Jay. Come here’ Jay slowly walked toward you, still hesitant about how to act around you now that he knew you were married.

‘Take her panties Jay. I bet they’re soaked through by now anyway.’ Heeseungs voice commanded jay by tone alone, so following as he was told, he reached beneath the skirt of your dress to find your panties. Sure enough, heeseung was right, the lace fabric completely soaked through.

Heeseung released his grip on you, sitting you on a nearby desk before moving behind you, littering your collarbones with small kisses and hickeys. Jay stood holding your panties before catching heeseungs gaze. A wordless exchange and jay was kneeling infront of you, hands holding your thighs apart as his head dipped under your skirt.

‘Fuck Y/n. Taste so good.’ He said as he lapped at your folds. Your head thrown back, little whimpers left your ruby red lips as he worked you open with his tongue. Sunghoon was stood across from you, body unmoved from the shock of the situation, arousal obvious through his trousers. Jake was much the same, statue still until he caught you looking at him.

Your gaze spurred him into action as he moved forward, capturing your lips with his own as heeseung continued along your chest. Jay’s movements became quicker, slowly adding a finger as you moaned into jakes mouth. It wasn’t long before you were falling apart from his tongue. Moans and curses fell from your mouth as you broke your kiss with jake, heeseung lifting his lips away from your skin to watch as you fall apart for jay.

‘Good girl. But we’re not quite finished yet baby.’ He whispered lowly into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘Jake, you’re up’ he commanded the younger.

Jakes arousal was painfully obvious now, and though you were blissed out from your high, you could see how desperate he was. Reaching between your bodies, you unzipped him as he moved to stand between your legs. He coated himself in your release before sheathing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as he whined into your ear.

‘Fuck y/n. Fuck feels so good. God.’ He captured your lips with his once again as he began his slow pace, heeseung moving from behind you toward the other two men. You were vaguely aware of their conversation, unable to concentrate on what they were saying as jake increased his pace. Your moans were swallowed by jakes kiss until you felt a hand thread through your hair, lips being pulled from jakes and face being turned.

To your side you saw jay, dick freed from its confines, fingers still threading through the roots of your hair as he pulled your head closer to him. You opened your mouth wide, taking him in as deep as you could. You were quickly gagging around his length as he fucked into your throat, his hand on the back of your head preventing you from pulling too far off of him. Jakes pace increased again, your moans sending vibrations along jays dick as you swallowed around him, your tongue paying special attention to his tip.

Chasing his high, jake had become animalistic. The sight of you choking and gagging around jay only added to his arousal, quickly pulling out of you as he covered your stomach with his release. ‘Fuck y/n. I’m sorry I got your dress dirty shit’ he said, panicking before heeseung laid a hand on his shoulder.

‘It’s fine. I’ll buy her a new one.’

Jay watched jake cover you in his cum, the stains looking so pretty against the red of the dress. Coupled with the sound of you choking around him and the tears streaming down your cheeks, he quickly followed jake, filling your mouth and throat with his release. As you swallowed around him, small droplets of cum escaped from the corners of your mouth, only to be caught on heeseungs finger and shoved back into your mouth.

You were diligently cleaning heeseungs fingers when you heard the softest moan from across the room. While you had been preoccupied with jay and jake, you had almost forgotten about sunghoon, quietly palming himself as he watched the scene infront of him. His head was thrown back as he whined, the sight of you being used by the others clearly effecting him.

Your mouth popped as heeseung pulled his fingers from you, motioning to Sunghoon to join in on the fun. He moved closer, apprehension still across his face. As he got within arms reach, you grabbed at the front of his shirt, pulling his face to your own as your lips crashed against his. The kiss tasted of cum, and he was addicted. With one hand holding his body close to your own, your other hand reached between your bodies. He moaned into your mouth as you began jerking him, lining him up to your entrance as heeseung whispered in your ear.

‘That’s it princess. Take him.’

As Sunghoon pushed into you, you gasped out, breathless from the overstimulation. He moved slow at first, your sensitive walls clenching tight around him.

You felt heeseung move from behind you, and within a second he was at sunghoons side, grabbing his hair to pull his head back.

‘Go faster, or lose your chance to cum’ heeseung commanded, and Sunghoon listened, immediately quickening his pace as you cried out in pleasure. A string of curses fell from your mouth as you pulled his body impossibly closer, fingers gripping tight to the fabric of his shirt.

‘Gonna cum fuck gonna cum.’ Your cries were broken up by moans, looking to heeseung for permission to cum. He nodded his head, and that was all you needed before you fell apart around Sunghoon. He slowed his pace as you worked through your high, increasing once again when heeseungs hands thread through his hair as a warning.

Your legs were shaking, overstimulation coursing through your body as Sunghoon chased his own release. He began to lose his rhythm as he got closer, on the edge before heeseung tugged his hair hard.

‘Don’t fucking cum in her.’ He said through gritted teeth.

His hips stuttered as he pulled out, covering your dress in his release, the white stickiness mixing with jakes cum as you caught your breath. Focused on the mess they had both made, you could feel heeseungs eyes on you.

‘Do you like that princess? Like seeing how messy they make you?’ He asked, his soft tone barely disguising the mockery behind his words. ‘My pretty little cumslut.’

He pulled your face to look at his as he spoke, seeing how fucked out you looked went straight to his dick, and before you could answer him, he was palming himself, lining himself at your entrance as he kissed along your neck. His lips were soft against the harsh marks he had made earlier, and he bottomed out within seconds as you clenched around him.

‘Hee- it’s too much’ you gasped at him, sensitive after the others had already used you.

‘It’s ok baby. You can take it. My pretty little slut.’ He began thrusting into you, pace steady as he slowly worked his way to his release. It would have been quicker if he had pounded into you, but he knew you were way too sensitive to handle that, and decided to take it easy on you.

‘Good girl baby. Fuck you’re taking me so well.’ His praise as well as his languid pace and your oversensitivity sent you quickly careening over the edge once more, head thrown back and eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pulled you closer to him. He followed shortly behind you, filling you with his release as the others watched in awe.

You stayed in that position, held close against his chest as you both caught your breath. Heeseung lifted his head to gesture to the other guys. You couldn’t see what he was telling them to do, but when you felt heeseung pull away from you, his hold replaced by jays arms holding you upright, you knew he must’ve given them clear directions for looking after you. Jake came up with tissues, gently wiping between your legs as jay held your body close. Sunghoons hand was against your head, softly playing with your hair as he whispered praise into your ear.

You looked up to see heeseung missing, and you had no idea where he had gone. ‘Wher-where’d hee go?’ You asked quietly, looking between Sunghoon and jay for an answer.

‘He’s gone to get the car ready for you, don’t worry darling’ jake finally answered, finishing cleaning your thighs as he spoke.

With your body relatively cleaned up, and feeling more able to stand, you made your way to the lift, Sunghoon and jay flanking either side of you. You leant against them as jake walked ahead, calling the lift and checking it was empty before you all made your way down.

Once at the ground floor, heeseung was waiting by the opened elevator doors to take you from jay and Sunghoon, the car parked right in front of the door. Lifting you in, he closed the door, speaking quietly to the boys before setting himself in the car himself.

The drive home was quiet as you drifted to sleep. Your body was tired, and you felt the car stop and heeseungs arms scooping you from your seat to carry your body inside, yet you didn’t have the energy to open your eyes and walk.

Once he had you in the bathroom, you had awoken a bit more, helping him remove your dress and clean your body, exhaustion seeping through your body as you both tried as quickly as possible to get you sorted and comfortable in bed. Once clean and warm in fresh clothes, heeseung tucked you into bed, cuddling into your side once he had ordered you both food.

You spent the rest of your night cuddled up like that, untangling your limbs for only a short while once the food arrived. With full bellies and warm cuddles, you quickly drifted off to sleep, but not before you heard heeseung whisper softly to you.

‘You’re all mine princess. I love you. Always.’

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brettyimages · 1 month

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year to date little adventure journal, in case you care

jan 28: edinburgh, nadine shah. spent my sunday afternoon shopping for the important things (bed sheets and bath sheets) and the fun things (hair dye, book club novels). had a ramen lunch at the yo sushi on princes st watching sushi plates sail past the scott monument. dinner and drinks with friends then centre barrier at the assembly rooms. my 9th time seeing nadine, 3rd time since she started teasing the new album so 3rd time hearing topless mother, even light and greatest dancer live. she was sensational. always is.

jan 31: glasgow, depeche mode. as soon as i got back from seeing nadine i was on ticketmaster looking for a cheap seat. had to work on the train and in waverley station but worth it. arrived to find myself in the back row of the hydro but i loved it. nadine supporting was stunning, first time i've seen her from the back of a room and her voice filled the place. depeche was amazing too, a couple of hours of songs i adore including strangelove, behind the wheel, somebody, in your room, just can't get enough, policy of truth, black celebration, etc etc etc. i got up when they started walking in my shoes and danced through the entire show from that point on, safe in the knowledge that there was nobody behind me as i flailed around. it's given me the last-minute trip bug.

feb 9: glasgow, the 1975. a long trip with many connections to get to my airport hotel and then back out to the hydro. early entry door was so slow that i got in as the normal doors opened, damp from the rain, but i got a good spot down the front. didn't know the japanese house were making upbeat tunes now so their set was a surprise. still... at their very best was much like the show last year but loved it, especially the surprise of bagsy not in net. i swear matty made eye contact with me a few times; he's so good at that. staging was beautiful, as always. mad rush to get back to town for the airport bus.

feb 10: london, suedemas. a couple of months late this year because of tour in december. early flight to luton and a morning in maida vale, an afternoon in highgate wandering aimlessly in waterlow park and hanging out in the boogaloo. italian food and gossip and gifts at paddington, drinks then trekking across to hackney for an indie club that played 6 AM songs in the hour we were there. heartwarming to spend the day in the company of dear friends.

feb 22: leeds, nadine shah. filthy underneath on repeat on the train down. a little shopping time before dinner but the second hand record store prices appalled me. over at the brudenell there was no queue for the show so i hung in the lobby as nadine soundchecked her new songs. front and centre in the main room, 6 songs: the three she'd been playing at all her pre-album shows, plus keeping score, hyperrealism and french exit. stunning, again. she spotted me wearing her merch and gave me a big grin and wave. i love her.

feb 23: birmingham, the blackout. a huge french toast brunch at moose coffee, a train to brum, a wander round the bullring. ready for a weekend of big nostalgia seeing the band who defined my student years and first flush of independence; found myself singing along to the songs and doing all the little actions as if it had been weeks and not years since the last time. ended up on the barrier for the last couple of songs and snoz immediately pointed a drumstick at me with a grin. saw some old friends, waited a long time in the freezing cold to get a chat with each of the 6. lots of big hugs, catch ups, a "fucking love you!" greeting from Gavin. so special.

feb 24: london, the blackout. trains to kentish town, bumping into matthew on the way to the flat. an afternoon with my besties, tokyo diner bento, hot chocolates, the Cute exhibition. we hung out in the hello kitty disco and pretended to have a sleepover in the hannah diamond installation. seeing an old band with a new band friend - same set, different side of the stage. waited out in the cold to chat again, more big hugs and catch-ups including a long conversation with sean. so much easier to chat as adults when i pretend we're old friends and not a girl with the singer from the band she has a huge crush on. a perfect weekend.

mar 9: galashiels, swim school. a local gig, a band i barely know but have high hopes for. the kind of show where i can have a normal day and then hop on the bus in the evening; macarts, a place that feels like home now. swim school and her picture both great bands, the kind of gig where i didn't know a single song but wasn't wondering how many songs they had left.

coming up: sprints. a week of adventures with a brett anderson cameo or two. nadine again. olivia rodrigo. for one night only, the ninth wave. finally, eventually, being in front of suede again.

#journal

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lettersfromthecatcave · 1 year

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Why leaving the city to settle in the province is one of the best decisions in my life

I already drafted a post earlier, pero nawala lol. So, here's my second attempt.

Before the pandemic, I was living in a condo along EDSA with my then-fiancee now-husband. We paid 18K monthly for a studio-type condo, with pool and gym amenities. It was a dream come true for me since my previous homes in the metro were in not-so-Instagrammable places.

So a bit of a history of my living situations in NCR:

I left Laguna since HS for college and stayed in a dormitory. There were about 2-4 girls per room and my parents who crawled my expense through graduation often paid my rent late.

Then, I graduated and vowed to not have my parents pay a single cent for me anymore. I lived independently paying ALL of my living expenses including rent, food. My first home that I paid for myself is another dormitory with about a 7 x 7 room shared by another girl.

Then, I lived in with my then-fiancee and toxic ex in a 2-BR apartment in the middle of a busy Manila baranggay. When he left me, along with needing to pay some unpaid rent, I moved into a smaller a 1-BR apartment. Both were in the middle of a noisy, crazy Manila neighborhood where people drink and gossip 24/7.

So, fast forward to the pandemic doom, I got initial info (being an EHS & BCP person) that there would be lockdowns. My then-fiancee now-husband and I then rushed packing and left our condo unit (even after spending hours panic-buying some supplies) to go home. We never really imagined the pandemic lasting years, so for the first 3 months, we lived with our parents... transitioning between his parents' place and mine while we work remotely. But then, since we are getting married, we decided to buy a house. If there's one thing the pandemic made us realize is that HEALTH IS IMPORTANT... and he and I both know that we cannot live in a boxed condo as a permanent home. Luckily, his work perks allowed us to choose a model unit (fully furnished but a bit outdated) so it's basically ready for occupancy. It took us barely 6 months to get the papers settled (while also preparing for our wedding) but we got it.

We now live in a 2-story house located in a city in Laguna, near an SLEX exit. I'll save the logistical, administrative costs and construction gulatan costs for another story, but we were able to save enough to have some improvements like a gate, home gym, pocket garden, and repainting. We'll be spending our third Christmas (WOW) here and yes, it's still the life I want because:

Province life allows for a slower, mellower life. I am not sure if I can put it into words but there's something about waking up, walking down the stairs, taking a peek at the window and seeing Lolas sweeping their front yard, smiling and waving at you. There are neighbors who even if we rarely go out, reaches out to us to ask how we are, share a laugh or two. There are kids going to and from school. Even the traffic is way way better, not only because its decongested but because people are not in a rush? Like, kapag naluwas kami para pumasyal or for work, even a 2-3 second delay from the go-signal would cause people behind us to hit their horns like they are dying. Gulat na gulat kami at how full of rage drivers are, while here, people tend to give way. Though may mga kupal minsan, pero like 1:50 ang ratio compared sa NCR na 40:50 ata.

Everything is accessible. Maybe it's the smart location that the village is located, but Nuvali is 15 minutes away so we get to do our weekend runs and grocery shopping there every weekend. When we want a different view, Alabang or Makati is barely an hour away. We also have access to foodpanda and Grab, so we can also order food. And, when we grow tired of that, we also have an online Facebook page for the village where we can order food and have it delivered too. Kanina lang nga, dahil naka-isolation kami, pati pandesal inorder namin sa online village store.

The view can easily put you in a better mood. I remember during the MECQs, we'll just jump in the car and do a quick drive-thru run to Mcdonald's or Starbucks. We'll sometimes bring the cats with us para masanay sila. We'll eat inside the car, just open the windows a bit and see lush greens around us. On days when work feels too much or when I get depressive or anxious episodes, we'll just drive around, and instantly, I feel better as we pass by trees, farm lands and sunset view. When we run too, there's always a mini trail to discover.

We are nearer to our families. Though we may not be able to visit them as often as we want, but connecting is easier. We can have lunch outs over the weekends, or they can easily visit us at home and spend some time together. Malawak yun bahay at bakuran, so they can sleep over. Kapag may emergency, iba pa din yun may mga kakilala kahit paano na pwedeng takbuhan. We have my husband's office mates near the village and my Dad's office is also 30 minutes away from where we live. So, minsan sa amin din sya nauwi. Our house also offers a breathe of fresh air sa Mom ko when she wants to relax and play with her apos aka cats LOL.

Expenses are cheaper. Gas, groceries, services are cheaper here. Though we are not safe from the ~golden era~, we do have options like talipapa or wet markets. Since nearer din kami sa mga sakahan or isdaan, mas mura din talaga yun mga fresh produce. Sa Nuvali and LB area, madalas din may community market. Also, the 18K rent we paid for the condo? Imagine we pay less than that and we are owning this house after a few years. To share, even the 7K rent I paid for the 1-BR apartment can pay for a house here in Laguna too. No, I don't think renting is a waste of money since tinitirhan nyo naman sya, but imagine how getting a house can be a future asset (yun lupa, hindi yun bahay, but that's also another topic). But basically, LAND does not decrease in value ever. Ever ever. Kaya din bahay kinuha namin over condo.

There is space - to move, to breathe and to grow. Literally and figuratively. Literally, I am lucky to have my own home gym, and garden and garage that like now that we are in isolation, we can move around. It's easier to partition our lives between work and home, kasi may home office din ako. May place to sleep, to eat, to work out and that's important for an ADHD person like me. There also is room to grow... ewan ko pero the more I see how people can live in the provinve, the more lumawak yun pananaw at pangarap ko. No, I don't want a bigger house, but I now know that having a slow and steady life is possible. Yun, hindi kailangan pagod at ngarag to earn money, because people here, maraming may passive income and all. Parang here, money flows in even when you don't do much. Hindi ko ma-explain pero siguro totoo yun kapag mas malawak yun paligid mo, mas feeling mo din hindi ka nakakahon? (Though, we really need to do some spring cleaning LOL kasi ang kalat na ng bahay.)

My mental health has greatly improved. Probably because of all the reasons mentioned above. But, you know, taking myself away from that hustle and bustle of the city, really allowed me to slow down and think about what I really want in life. Dito sa probinsya ko narealize na life doesn't need to be complicated. Dito ko din na-allow ang sarili ko stop when I tend to want want want a lot? Kasi, in the midst of every grit and grind work day, masaya ako to just slow down, have a coffee or a glass of wine and spend time with my husband and cats. And really, that's all I need. In a world that tells you that you need to work-out, prep food, be excellent at work, learn new things, have a hobby, stay connected with loved ones and all sorts of MUSTS, the province life allowed me to tone it down and just do what I can. The more we do so much minsan, the more we lose who we are... or that's how I feel. The province life allows me to be just me~ whoever I want to be.

I know not everyone has this privilege, and for this I am grateful - for the opportunities that came our way, for the blessings given to us and for the hard work we put in. 🧿 It's weird pero the pandemic really did turn our life around, kasi naipakita sa akin kung ano yun importante - Health, connections and peace of mind. Yan lang pala talaga kailangan ko.

So, anyways, ayun lang. If you have the chance, give it a think. Alam ko hindi lahat possible ito sa work nila, but this is also why I chose to make it a non-negotiable when I consider work offers. Either remote or hybrid. Because this is now home and I can't sacrifice this peace for career progression or additional pay.

I hope you read this not feeling like I am boasting. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko inakalang dadating ako sa ganitong level of contentment... o baka natuto lang talaga akong maging grateful sa araw-araw. Good or bad, there's always something positive (gaya ng antigen test namin, eme). Nagpapasalamat lang talaga ako sobra for being here... so I really try to pay it forward too. My husband, I noticed, does the same na din. Every chance we get, we share our blessings.

Universe, thank you. I trust that 2023 would only bring us closer to the simple farm life we want. 🧿. 🪬. 👁️‍🗨️.

#thecatlife #probinsyana #livingtheprovinciallife

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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Hellooooo!! I realized it's been a while without gossip!! How are you? Have any interesting things happen lately?

I have actually had a two week break because I ended another semester (which was also in the worst timing. Just when I did want to go to classes cause things at home are awkward and tense af with my family, they cancelled them. Are they shitting me???). Anyway, not many updates...

Oh, I just have one I think!!! Remember the pretty girl from the bus I forgot to ask her number? Well. I saw her again the last days of classes and she introduced me to her friend that takes the same road, and told me we could go together whenever I wanted, and we ran into each other like 3 other times that day. And I still. Didn't. Ask. Her. Number.

Istg I'm hopeless.

But also, fun fact. That girl is best friends with another girl a friend of mine has a big crush on. It's quite a small world, huh?

Well, I have tons of things to do tomorrow, so I better get going. Hope you have a nice day, and please remember to take enough rest. Preferably more than 6 hours!!!

💙.💙.💙.

You're the only person on this hellsite who truly understands me love for gossip 😭

I'm good. Remember the project that almost killed me last year (the one I was doing while writing tlnd?) we are so close to publishing the fucking thing so I am very emo about it 🥺

TWO WEEK BREAK? NICE. I hope you to spend some of it with your amazing friends. Family never gets the timing right, dude. They love making things worse 😭

AND YES I REMEMBER THE PRETTY GIRL. Also if you want to get someone's number, the easiest way is to tell them about something online they might see (like a video or a resource - for nerds hehe - and then be like "oh I can send it to you. do you wanna share your email or whatsapp or something?" ALWAYS WORKS.

Also does everyone in your city know everyone or are you just the magnus bane of your city jsbhxhjabsdjc.

I've been getting 6-ish hours of sleep everyday so not bad at all. TAKE YOUR OWN ADVICE THO. AND GO DRINK SOME WATER RIGHT NOW.

love you 💙

#noah boo thang

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writing-goblinnilmerg · 2 years

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Train Ride

Pairing: Peter Parker x avenger!reader

474 words

Summary: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

Sorry I haven’t been active in a while <3

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Masterlist

"How come we can't come with you on the fancy quinjet?" Peter complained, standing near the edge of the platform.

"Because there isn't enough space! Besides, 6 hours in a train stuck beside each other will humble you." Tony said, clapping his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Anyway, you guys should get going - Happy is ready for you. See you both tomorrow."

You grabbed Peter's hand and started dragging him towards Happy. You knew that there was more than enough space on the quinjet, but the adults would be drinking tonight before the superhero conference tomorrow, where you and Peter would be representing both The Avengers and teenage superheroes. At least it gave you an excuse to hang with your boyfriend.

***

"Shit, I forgot my earbuds!" You exclaimed, inwardly cursing yourself. You were going to have to spend the whole trip with no music.

"Oh. You can share mine, if you like?" Peter offered, AirPod in hand, holding it out to you. Ned had offered him advice when you first started dating, that went something along the lines of "Stay cool and aloof" but Peter was feeling anything but that. His heart was going a million miles an hour as he chose a playlist.

That one playlist you play when you're in love

Playlist created by PetBParker

"Thanks, Pete," you settled in next to him and brought out an old magazine you had stuffed in your bag this morning. It was some celebrity gossip column, with titles like "Pregnancy scare in Hollywood!"

Peter wrinkled his nose when he saw the cover.

"I thought you had taste, y/l/n,"

"Shut it, Parker,"

He put his arm around you and leaned his head back, trying to look like one of the guys in your magazine. Cool, and aloof, like Ned said. Problem was, his hands were still clammy from the playlist - not very suave at all.

You only managed to go ten minutes before reaching into your bag and grabbing a packet of crisps (chips if your capitalist). Completely ignoring Ned's advice he looked at you with puppy dog eyes and stretched out a hand. Laughing, you offered the bag to him and he eagerly grabbed a handful.

You settled into him, pulling out your phone and putting your head in his chest, occasionally teasing him on his song choice.

Couple of hours later, you had fallen asleep - on Peter. He was almost scared to breathe; he didn't want to disturb you. He's never had anyone fall asleep on him before, unless you count Morgan.

He felt honored, in a way. You usually found it hard to fall asleep with anyone else in the room, but that you managed in a train car full of strangers simply because he was with filled him with a warm feeling.

He snuggled in closer to you and finally relaxed.

Thanks for reading! xxx

#writers on tumblr #writers #peter x you #peter x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #mcu peter parker

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simsonthewall · 1 year

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Making a SuperSim Challenge

I’ve been wanting to do this challenge for a while, and with the announcement of the Growing Together EP, this seems like the perfect time! I’m sure this has been done before, so I’m laying out how I plan to do the following with one (1) sim:

1) Complete every aspiration,

2) Reach level 10 in all skills, and

3) Reach the highest level in all full-time careers.

No cheats. No occults. Aging on. Let’s go.

Starting from infancy, start with a family in a starter home. Create a baby and start the challenge.

Game Plan:

Toddler Stage (28 Days): Begin working on childhood traits from Parenthood, including Manners and Conflict Resolution.

Child Stage (56 Days): Finish the following aspirations/skills:

Artistic Prodigy - Level 10 Creativity Skill

Rambunctious Scamp - Level 10 Motor Skill

Social Butterfly - Level 10 Social Skill

Whiz Kid - Level 10 Mental Skill

Playtime Captain

Creative Genius

Mind and Body

Slumber and Party Animal

Also, become a scout.

Teenage Stage (84 Days): Finish the following Milestones:

Friend of the Animals - Have a pet in your household, Be friends with 1 animal, Be friendly with animals 12 times

Bodybuilder - Work out for 8 total hours, Work out at a gym venue, Achieve level 4 fitness skill, Own 2 pieces of workout equipment

Extreme Sports Enthusiast - Go Down the Bunny Slope, Use a Vending Machine to purchase remedy/deterrent, Use a Mt. Komorebi Info Board, Complete a Hiking Trail, Encounter a Kodama or Forest Spirit

Painter Extraordinaire - Paint for 5 hours, Start 3 paintings while inspired, Sell 3 paintings to collectors, Achieve level 4 painting skill

Tone Deaf - Practice music for 6 hours, Listen to music for 2 hours, Play an instrument for 1 hour while inspired

Master Actor/Actress - Achieve level 3 acting skill, Practice acting for 2 hours

Master Chef - Cook 5 Excellent Meals, Cook 2 meals while inspired, Cook a gourmet meal

Master Mixologist - Mix 10 drinks, Own a bar and 2 barstools

Renaissance Sim/Nerd Brain - Finish reading 3 books, Achieve level 3 logic skill

Nerd Brain - Craft an Object on the Woodworking Table, Repair or upgrade an object

Computer Whiz - Play video games for 5 total hours, Maintain focus for 2 straight hours of video gaming, Own $3000 worth of electronics

Academic - Achieve Level 3 Research and Debate Skill

Serial Romantic/Soulmate - Have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Go on two dates

City Native - Order 3 times from food stalls

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Eat food at the Festival of Snow, Light or Youth, Take a selfie with the Mt. Komorebi Mascot, Collect a Simmi by Popping Open a Simmi Capsule

Freelance Botanist - Plant something 3 times, Weed or water plants 10 times

The Curator - Collect 10 collectibles

Eco-Innovator - Have 5 community influence points, Vote on 1 neighborhood action plan

Joke Star - Be funny to 5 sims

Party Animal/Friend of the World - Have 3 friends, introduce self to 10 sims

Leader of the Pack - Start or join a club, buy a club perk

World-Famous Celebrity - Purchase a Fame Perk

Drama Llama - Gossip 5 times, spread a rumor, mess around in the cuddle carts, be mean on social bunny 5 times, break up with a sim, have an enemy rival

Goal Oriented - Join an after-school activity, do homework 5 times, earn 500 simoleons, reach level 3 of an after-school activity, earn and keep an A, attend career day, reach level 3 of a side hustle

Live Fast - Pull a prank 3 times, get in trouble, sneak out to a party, ask a sim out on a date 5 times, start a fight, summon an urban myth twice, dare or frame a sim

Admired Icon - Join a T-Pose challenge, make 10 teen friends, post on social bunny 5 times, list 5 outfits on trendi, earn gold on any hosted party, have 250 followers on social bunny

Young Adult (112 Days): Finish the following milestones:

Bodybuilder - Push the limits for 1 hours while energized, Go jogging for 2 total hours, Achieve level 6 fitness skill, Spend 10 hours exercising, Achieve level 10 fitness skill, Reach sim's maximum body potential (Athlete Career)

Extreme Sports Enthusiast - Achieve Level 3 Rock Climbing Skill, Actively ski, snowboard, or rock climb for 3 hours, perform high intensity skiing or snowboarding on an intermediate or expert slope, successfully reach the peak of Mt. Komorebi, endure an injury sustained from skiing, snowboarding or rock climbing, survive 3 wildlife attacks unscathed, achieve level 8 skiing, snowboarding, or rock climbing skill, successfully complete high intensity skiing or snowboarding on an expert slope or rock climbing during inclement weather

Painter Extraordinaire - Complete 3 emotional paintings, View or admire 3 paintings at a museum

Bestselling Author - Write for 1 hour while inspired

Master Actor/Master Actress - Become an adult, Join the Acting Career, Earn Gold in a commercial acting gig, Give a street Performance, Achieve level 7 acting skill, Receive an award, Earn gold in a tv show acting gig, Earn gold in a movie acting gig (Actor/Actress Career)

Public Enemy/Chief of Mischief - Perform 10 mean or mischievous interactions, Be disliked by 2 sims

Public Enemy - Become an adult

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family/Super Parent - Become an adult

Master Mixologist - Become an adult

Master Chef - Achieve level 5 cooking skill, Earn silver at a dinner party event, Become an adult, Create 3 types of excellent food

Renaissance Sim - Become an adult, Achieve level 4 in 4 skills, Reach level 3 of any career, Achieve level 5 in 5 skills

Archaeology Scholar - Excavate 3 Dig Piles or Excavation sites, Uncover Artifact from Dirt Clump, Survey for a Dig Pile, Authenticate 3 Artifacts

Academic - Enroll in a University, Achieve Level 5 Research and Debate Skill, Attend Guest Lectures, Finish a Course with an A Grade, Have a Term GPA or Higher, Tutor Students, Achieve Level 6 Research and Debate Skill, Earn a Degree, Get a Job Using a Degree Serial Romantic - Achieve level 4 charisma skill, Have had 3 first kisses, Achieve level 6 charisma skill, Have a strong romantic relationship with 3 sims at once, Kiss 10 sims, Earn gold on 3 dates, Have had 8 boyfriends or girlfriends

Soulmate - Become an adult

Villainous Valentine - Get caught cheating, Achieve "ex" status with other sims, Break up couples

City Native - Introduce self to someone new in 3 different city neighborhoods, Give an apartment key to a friend, achieve level 4 singing skill, light fireworks at the humor and hijinks festival, use a bubble blower, donate to a protester, kiss someone at the romance festival, complete a mural at the arts center

Beach Life - Get a Suntan, Earn Gold on a Kava Party, Eat a coconut, Find things beachcombing, grill, barbeque, or roast food, explore the beach cave, discover buried treasure, doze-off while relaxing in lounge chair or float lounger

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Swim for 1 Hour in Wakaba's River, Soak for a Long Time in a Hot Spring, Wear a Festival Costume from a Vending Machine, Go Sledding 3 times, Eat food using chopsticks

Freelance Botanist - Achieve Level 4 Gardening Skill, Evolve 5 different plants, Achieve level 6 gardening skill, Fertilize 5 plants

Jungle Explorer - Buy 3 goods at the marketplace, eat a selvadorian meal, view statue of madre cosecha, achieve level 3 selvadoradian culture skill, find an area off the path, examine 3 traps, defend against 2 natural dangers, achieve level 5 selvadorian culture skill, assemble a mystical relic, Open 3 rare Omiscan treasure chests, activate a mystical relic 5 times, find omiscan treasures

Eco-Innovator - Sell power or water on a utility bill

Joke Star - Achieve Level 3 comedy skill, Become an adult, Own a microphone

Party Animal - Throw 3 parties, Earn silver on 3 social events

Friend of the World - Meet someone new in 3 different locations, Achieve level 4 charisma skill

Leader of the Pack - Be in a club gathering for 12 hours, Perform 10 club activities

World-Famous Celebrity - Become a 2-star celebrity

Eco-Innovator - Become a civil designer, Attempt to convince a Sim to vote on a neighborhood action plan, Vote on neighborhood action plans two separate times, Reach level 10 of the civil designer careers (Civil Designer Career)

Detective Career

Adulthood Stage (168 Days): Finish the following milestones:

Friend of the Animals - Be friends with 5 animals, Be companions with 1 animal, Successfully train out 2 misbehaviors, Be companions with 2 animals, Feel the love 5 times, Successfully train out 4 misbehaviors

Painter Extraordinaire - Achieve level 6 painting skill, Complete 10 excellent paintings, Achieve level 10 painting skill, Complete 5 masterpieces

Musical Genius - Achieve level 4 skill in an instrument, Achieve level 6 skill in any instrument, write 4 songs, earn $500 from licensed songs, reach level 10 skill in an instrument, have spent 75 hour playing musical instruments, mentor others in music for 3 hours

Bestselling Author - Write 2 books, Achieve level 4 writing skill, have written for a total of 15 hours, write 5 good books, achieve level 6 writing skill, Publish 10 books, Write 5 Excellent books, Achieve level 10 writing skill, Complete 3 bestsellers, Have earned $25,000 in royalties publishing books (Critic and Writer Career)

Master Actor/Actress - Achieve level 10 acting skill, Place a celebrity tile in Starlight boulevard

Master Maker - Achieve level 3 skill in fabrication, Recycle 5 times, Achieve level 5 skill in fabrication, Fabricate 5 items, Have 5 dyes, Achieve level 7 skill in fabrication, collect insects from an insect farm 3 times, create 5 candles, Achieve level 10 skill in fabrication, Make 20 candles, Complete 5 gigs as a freelance crafter

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family/ Super Parent - Spend $1000 on kids' stuff, Become a parent

Successful Lineage/Big Happy Family - Read to a child for 2 total hours, Socialize with your child 10 times

Successful Lineage - Help a child with homework 3 times, Have a child earn an 'A' in high school, Have a child max any skill, Mentor your child 3 times, Have a child complete an aspiration

Big Happy Family - Be a parent to a child with 3 friends, Be friends with 3 of your children, Have a child get married, Socialize with your child or grandchild 10 times

Super Parent - Achieve Level 4 Parenting Skill, Discipline Your Child, Toddler, or Teen 5 Times, Help a Child with School Work for 4 Hours, Achieve Level 6 Parenting Skill, Have a Child with a Character Value within range to receive a trait, Achieve Level 10 Parenting Skill, Go into Full Parent Mode, Have a Child with 3 Positive Character Value Traits

Master Chef - Reach level 4 in the culinary career, Achieve level 5 of gourmet cooking skill, reach level 8 of the culinary career, Cook 3 gourmet dishes at a single event (Culinary Career)

Master Mixologist - Join the Culinary Career, Achieve level 4 mixology skill, Mix 3 drinks at a single social event, Join the mixology branch of the culinary career, Achieve level 7 in mixology skill, Achieve level 10 mixology skill, Create 5 types of excellent drink

Renaissance Sim - Achieve level 4 in 4 skills, Reach level 3 in 2 careers, Achieve level 5 in 5 skills, Reach level 3 in 3 careers, Achieve level 8 in 6 skills

Nerd Brain - Achieve level 6 logic skill, Achieve level 5 handiness skill, Launch or upgrade a rocket 5 times, Own a rocket ship, Achieve level 10 logic skill, Fix or upgrade 5 objects (Astronaut and Conservationist Career)

Computer Whiz - Achieve level 3 programming skill, Become an adult, Reach level 3 of the tech guru career, Make a video game or an app, Reach level 5 of the tech guru career, Have spent 100 hours on the computer

Academic - Contribute Knowledge on a Research Archive Machine, Achieve Level 7 Research and Debate Skill (Education Career)

Soulmate - Be married to BFF, Earn silver on 2 dates with spouse, Achieve soulmate relationship with spouse, Perform 50 romantic gestures with spouse as soulmates, earn gold on 3 dates with spouse

City Native - Master the Singing Skill, Win a Contest at GeekCon

Strangerville Mystery - ALL

Mt. Komorebi Sightseer - Make a wish on or collect a forest spirit, Take it Slow and Become Emotionally Mindful

Freelance Botanist - Graft onto 3 plants, Achieve level 10 gardening skill, Grow a cowplant

The Curator - Collect 5 crystals, Collect 3 frogs, Collect 3 fossils, Send 5 items to the geological council, Breed 5 frogs, Collect 5 elements, Complete a collection, Collect 25 collectibles

Angling Ace - Catch 5 fish, Fish at 3 different locations, Fish for 10 total hours, Mount or bowl 5 fish, Achieve level 4 fishing skill, Catch 5 fish using bait, Make 6 great catches, Achieve level 6 fishing skill, Collect 20 types of fish

Outdoor Enthusiast - Harvest 10 unidentified plants, Catch 5 fish in Granite Falls, Achieve level 4 herbalism skill, Cook 2 plates of beetles over a campfire, Eat 10 plants, Craft 3 excellent herbal remedies, Identify all unidentified plants, Befriend the hermit of Granite Falls, Achieve level 10 herbalism skill, Sleep for 5 nights in a tent, Collect 15 insects

Country Caretaker - ALL

Joke Star - Join the entertainer career, Achieve level 6 comedy skill, Join the comedian branch of the entertainer career, Write 3 comedy routines, Perform 3 comedy routines, Achieve level 10 comedy skill,

Party Animal - Earn silver on 3 thrown parties, Attend social events at 5 unique locations, Throw 10 social events, Attend 15 social events, Earn gold on 2 thrown parties

Friend of the World - Have 12 friends, Achieve level 6 charisma skill, Have 20 friends, Make a BFF, Achieve level 10 charisma

Neighborhood Confidante - Successfully advise and influence the lives of other sims, Become good friends with 5 sims, achieve level 7 charisma skill

Leader of the Pack - Achieve Level 5 Charisma Skill, Talk about Clubs with 5 club members, Earn 1000 Club points, lead a club with 8 sims

World-Famous Celebrity - Become a 3-star celebrity, Visit a Celebrity hotspot, Host a meet and greet, Become a 4-star celebrity, be asked 3 times for a selfie, Deal with the paparazzi 3 times, Become a 5-star celebrity, receive 25 positive responses from inciting cheers, sign 3 autographs

Archaeology Scholar - Achieve Level 4 Archaeology Skill, Authenticate 3 Artifacts, Achieve Level 7 Archaeology Skill, Establish 3 excavation sites, find and authenticate 5 excellent quality artifacts, achieve level 10 archaeology skill, write a good archaeology skill book, give a successful archaeology lecture

Public Enemy - Be disliked by 4 sims, Join the criminal career, Have a declared enemy, Reach level 4 of the criminal career, Fight 5 times, Witness the death of a sim, Reach level 8 of the criminal career, Have 3 declared enemies (Criminal Career)

Chief of Mischief - Use a computer to cause mischief 3 times, Achieve level 3 mischief skill, Pull 10 pranks, Achieve level 6 mischief skill, Clog drains at 3 different homes, Perform voodoo 5 times, Achieve level 10 mischief skill

Doctor Career,

Elder Stage (56 Days):

Friend of the Animals - Play with 2 different ghost pets, Feel the love with 8 different pets, Be friends with 12 animals at the same time

Successful Lineage - Have a child or grandchild reach the top of a career

Big Happy Family - Have 4 grandchildren, Become good friends with 4 children or grandchildren

Fabulously Wealthy - ALL (Business Career)

Mansion - ALL

Freelance Botanist - Evolve 10 excellent plants

Angling Ace - Achieve level 10 fishing skill

Good luck!

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lindajenni · 7 months

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sep 18

grace in the morning

come up in the morning … and present thyself unto me in the top of the mount." exo 34:2

the morning is the time fixed for my meeting the Lord. the very word morning is as a cluster of rich grapes. let us crush them, and drink the sacred wine. in the morning! then God means me to be at my best in strength and hope. i have not to climb in my weakness. in the night i have buried yesterday’s fatigue, and in the morning take a new lease of energy. blessed is the day whose morning is sanctified! successful is the day whose first victory was won in prayer! holy is the day whose dawn finds thee on the top of the mount!

my Father, i am coming. nothing on the mean plain shall keep me away from the holy heights. at Thy bidding i come, so Thou wilt meet me. morning on the mount! it will make me strong and glad all the rest of the day so well begun. — joseph parker.

still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, when the bird waketh, and the shadows flee; fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight, dawns the sweet consciousness, i am with Thee.

alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, the solemn hush of nature newly born; alone with Thee in breathless adoration, in the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

as in the dawning o’er the waveless ocean, the image of the morning-star doth rest, so in this stillness, Thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast.

when sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer; sweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o’er shadowing, but sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.

— harriet beecher stowe

"my mother’s habit was every day, immediately after breakfast, to withdraw for an hour to her own room, and to spend that hour in reading the bible, in meditation and prayer. from that hour, as from a pure fountain, she drew the strength and sweetness which enabled her to fulfill all her duties, and to remain unruffled by the worries and pettinesses which are so often the trial of narrow neighborhoods. as i think of her life, and all it had to bear, i see the absolute triumph of christian grace in the lovely ideal of a christian lady. i never saw her temper disturbed; i never heard her speak one word of anger, of calumny, or of idle gossip; i never observed in her any sign of a single sentiment unbecoming to a soul which had drunk of the river of the water of life, and which had fed upon manna in the barren wilderness." — farrar

give God the blossom of the day. do not put Him off with faded leaves.

public domain content taken from streams in the desert by mrs. charles cowman.

it has been said "God is never late." i might add, He is never early either and we don't want to be. "see how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth." james 5:7 friends, that mean souls. could one ever know how precious they are to God? i would go so far as to say most of the agony our Lord suffered in gethsemane was not for His self but for those souls that might be teetering on their commitment to His work. His very sweat became tears of blood, perhaps because His actual tear ducts had dried up. never has such a love been known or shown before.

i have often heard the love of Christ referred to as "sticky love." like removing one's hand from a sticky substance or like a rubber band being stretched to it's limits must snap back. His love only lets go when it has to. perhaps only when we let go of Him. "for i am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." rom 8:38-39 the glue remover lies in our hands alone. only we can cut the rubber band. "remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed, or the golden bowl is broken." eccl 12:6

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus

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mastimazza · 11 months

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Life Hand Book

Health: 1. Drink plenty of water. 2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. 3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. 4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. 5. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. 6. Play more games. 7. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. 8. Sleep for 7 hours. 9. Take a 10-30 minutes’ walk every day. And while you walk, smile.

Personality: 1. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. 2. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. 3. Don't overdo. Keep your limits. 4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. 5. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip. 6. Dream more while you are awake. 7. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. 8. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. 9. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others. 10. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present. 11. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. 12. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. 13. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. 14. Smile and laugh more. 15. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. Society: 1. Call your family often. 2. Each day give something good to others. 3. Forgive everyone for everything. 4. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6. 5. Try to make at least three people smile each day. 6. What other people think of you is none of your business. 7. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. Life: 1. Do the right thing! 2. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. 3. GOD heals everything. 4. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. 5. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. 6. The best is yet to come. 7. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it. 8. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy. Last but not the least: Ø You can forward this to everyone you care for

#life lessons #personality #blog #health and wellness #healthcare #healthy lifestyle #treatment #wellness #health

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aspireglobalsolutionsph · 1 year

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13 Different Types of People You Will Meet In A Call Center

Call centers are fun, energetic, and dynamic workplaces. They are full of different types of people from different walks of life. There, you will meet young people who are just in their early twenties or even in their late teens, moms, dads, thirty-somethings, and even grandmas and grandpas. You’ll meet introverts, extroverts, ambiverts, and everything in between.

But of course, there are call center archetypes. These are the usual people you will find in a call center.

1. The Always Late

They are people who you have always seen sweaty and running in a panic daze. They probably have wet hair still dripping as they rush into the floor. Sometimes, they even text you to log them in or prep their station because they are now on the elevator hurrying to the floor.

The Always Late agent always has an excuse to his or her team lead about being late. Most of the time, they blame traffic jams and bad weather.

But the always late also has a friend, the Super Late. Super Late agents show up even if they are late for several hours. They don’t look haggard even if they are late. They just walk ever so slowly to their stations, munching on food as they sit down.

2. The Serious Type

The Serious Type of agents are those who are super focused at work. They care about the team and their metrics and getting money and commissions for their family. They also don’t drink after shift. If they do, it’s just to bond and improve their team standing.

During their shift, they don’t make chitchat with their seatmates. They typically have the perfect notes, follow QA guidelines and get good CSAT scores.

Your TL loves them. The bosses love them too.

3. The Noisy Ones

The noisy ones are those agents who are always laughing at something on the floor. They seem to be entertained by anything and everything. Noisy agents typically treat life on the floor as something fun. They joke around and make people laugh. Sometimes, they treat the bay as their little wet market.

They can play unusual games like dressing up and having fashion shows. They like making gossip and befriending anyone and everyone. Noisy agents usually are part of cliques with women, men, gay and lesbian members. They are practically the most colorful people you will find on the floor.

Most of the time, this noisy circle of friends keeps the floor alive and happy. However, when you cross them, you may end up hurt. Some of them could make fun of you and bully you for no reason. But don’t worry, most of them are just loud and noisy but not mean

4. The Smokers and The Vapers aka Chimneys

Chimneys are the chain smokers who spend their breaks in the smoking area. They vent out and release their stress through inhaling nicotine. Sometimes they smell horrid when they hit the floor because they have been baking in smoke in the smoking lounge.

Chimneys like to hang out and share stories outside the floor because they feel that the “fresh” air outside is much more comforting than staying inside. They can run, smoke, and run back upstairs again in no time on their very short fifteen-minute breaks. During, they spend half of their time smoking as well.

Some of the Chimneys don’t really smoke. Some of them vape. While others are just nonsmokers but hang out with their friends who do smoke.

5. The Fashionistas

Fashionistas are those agents who dress to impress when they go to work. They take time and effort to look good and smell good. They usually wear glam make-up and pretty clothes to work. On the other hand, men who are fashionistas wear nice kicks to the office. They spice up their workdays by wearing cute outfits. It’s a lovely way for them to de-stress and unwind at work.

This sort of agent also loves the spotlight at work. They usually have the cool stuff. They have the latest phones and shop a lot on paydays. They need their salaries to finance their wardrobe needs.

6. The Seller

Sellers are the lifesavers of the floor. They sell all sorts of things. For offices that allow food on the production floor, the sellers would usually pack lunch or snacks to sell. Sometimes, they make more money from selling than what they get paid for doing calls.

Some sellers don’t sell food. They may sell perfumes, underwear, clothes, even kitchenware, and furniture. They can have brochures of Avon, Natasha, MSE, and so much more with them. On paydays, they rake a lot of money, and they usually stalk you at the ATM, demanding to be paid on what you owed them in the previous days.

7. The TL’s pet

The TL’s pet, otherwise known as the right hand of the TL is someone who follows their team leader around. TLs love them, but some of their teammates hate them. They can be called sipsip or suck-ups by their colleagues for being too close to their bosses. They are the people TLs trust with checking the team’s metrics and whatnot.

The TL’s pets are usually agents who perform well. Team managers like them a lot because they are easy to coach and deal with. Higher ops love them, too, because they are assets to the account.

Although many may get envious of them and bad-mouth them, TL pets are still the star of the show because they are the ones who typically get promoted.

8. The Jet Setter

Jet setters are those agents who love traveling. They are #travelgoals. All their leaves have already been pre-plotted for vacations. If they do go absent stating that they are sick, chances are they are on a beach somewhere, getting baked by the sun.

Jet setters typically work really hard. They need those commissions and extra pay to fund their travel dreams.

9. The Always Sick

The Always Sick agent has an excuse for everything. They will typically call your TL to advise them that they are sick, their kid is sick, their dog is sick, and whatnot. They always have a medical certificate for everything and anything. They go to the clinic a lot during their shift.

This agent may have a health issue; however, they are not fit to work in the graveyard shift or a hectic call center account.

10. The Problematic One

The problematic agent is the agent who is so hard to coach. Whatever their TL tells them, theyjust never listen. He is always late, doesn’t hit the metrics, and COMPLAINS A LOT. He screams at customers from time to time. He hates his teammates, QAs, the training team, and everyone else. He seems to be drunk after shift most times. He only likes to work on paydays.

Problematic agents have issues with their attendance too. They can just not show up and they are never reliable.

11. The Borrower

The Borrower is the type of agent who always borrows money. They seem to be broke all the time. They are charming and kind when asking for help. But when it comes to asking them to pay you back, you will hear a lot of excuses from them.

Borrowers lurk around people who seem to have lots of money. They seem to be like emotional vampires who suck not only your money but also your energy.

12. The Office Flirt

The Office Flirt is the guy or girl who wants to date anyone and everyone in the office. They usually use their charms to get their way around. They like flirting with newbies. They also like flirting with bosses. They can be seen dating one poor soul to another on the floor. They can flirt with ANYONE, single or taken, it doesn’t matter.

13. The Hopper

The Hopper or the notorious call center jumper is the agent who ditches work when things get challenging. They always have a resume ready, and sometimes you can catch them drafting their resignation letter right on their office PC. They see working in the office as a pastime or something just to make money, and if things don’t work out, they just bolt and leave.

Unfortunately, even if they try to hide in their resumes that they have hopped here and there, recruiters still catch them and kick them out from the get-go. The information on their CVs is just too flaky, and their call center gallivanting is found out.

So Much More

Of course you’ll meet so many more types of people in the BPO industry. It’s like Russian roulette, you never know who you’ll knock into.Just remember to be nice to everyone and prioritize work. You will make friends and enemies, but remember that you are there to work first and foremost.

#aspirehiring #aspirecallcenterjobs #aspirebpojobs #bpo #aspireglobalcubao #aspirehigher #aspiretoinspire #aspireapplynow #callcenteragent #onsite #gethirednow #risehighaspire #aspireglobalsolutions

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heavensigh · 2 years

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So yesterday was fun. I didn’t sleep well the night before and I’m not sure why. I knew I had a busy day because the Happy Hour Even would probably be early afternoon so I wanted to wake up early to finish all my errands. I had Chu work on my bank-account-closure-notice that had to get notarized because I just physically could not bring myself to do it. I had the template and everything but...I was having a mental block or something. So while he was doing that I got ready and ate a good size breakfast because I knew I would be out for a bit.

The first stop was UPS to return my school books and to notarize that letter. However, on the way my stomach started bothering me and I don’t know if it was because I was rushing but I kept holding off taking my meds. Handled the UPS stop flawlessly then headed to the mall to get new skin care items. I wanted to buy new mascara after I got my face cream because I think mine are pretty old and they shouldn’t be used anymore. I asked the sales woman for help and told her to give me something AFFORDABLE. Her ass points me to a 30 dollar mascara tube!! I just grab a $6 one and head out. I’m severally directionally challenged so once I left the store, instead of walking to the correct exist my car was parked I went the complete opposite direction! I was damn near speed walking to make time to turn back around all while dodging sale associates at the the kiosks asking for my time. All of them were men and all of them opened with a compliment of my hair. Ugh.

The nail salon is right next door to the mall so I head there and have to wait 15 mins because I thought I was doing something by coming in Friday morning. Why aren’t these people at work? The nail tech I had was a messy bitch and kept telling me drama and gossip going on in the store while trying to snipe me away from the regular woman I go to. She was a hoot and I’ll probably use her again. My tummy ache turned into a full blown flare up and I had to take my meds.

I ran to Target afterward to pick up a bottle of wine and some floss. Now that I’m flossing regularly I’m noticing how quickly I’m going through a pack and how expensive it is. Why is floss so expensive?! I don’t drink anymore but when I did I just use to get the cheap bottles. Not Barefoot cheap, that stuff use to give me the runs all the time, but like a $10-$15 bottle. I didn’t want to come off as cheap to my new firm but I also didn’t want to spend hella either on a bunch of strangers and seem like a kiss ass. So I got the pretties bottle under $20. How would they know anyway?

I get there and of course they are f*cking wine experts!!! They sell it, host parties around it and have a whole celler full of it. They didn’t mention anything about the bottle I brought and served it to all the other guest with no issues. I should have went with the sweets, ugh.

But the party was really nice. All the ladies (and its a firm full of women!) were really nice and welcoming. I was the only black person there, but they had two other WOC. There was a woman who arrived at the same time I did and me and her kinda clicked. She was on her 2nd career and was a brand new lawyer. She told me her story, about how she didn’t even have a BA and passed her LSAT after two weeks of studying. Got into an “okay” school because she wasn’t trying to compete with the ivies and is making good money in law despite not having any prior experience. She mentioned how she pursued law to be seen, because people always overlooked her and now she’s living out-loud. I told her I was interested in going to law school at one time but gave up on the idea because I value my work/life balance. She said she makes her own hours and refuses to live like a workhorse. She said I had the look of a lawyer and she could tell I would go far and be successful. I smiled at the thought...maybe I’ll give law school a second glance.

I sat around, listening to them talk about all the weird things their clients say and how the other lawyers act. I kept thinking to myself, “Maybe it isn’t so hard.” They spoke often of attorneys who are never prepared or who quote Shakespeare during trial and all the other wacky things that happen in court. They are still making tons of money and they help their clients. I started to realize I was siking myself out. But we laughed, talked about true law shows we were watching and ate raw fruit. I became more relaxed about my first day coming up and how I can see myself with this group of people for a bit. I’m really glad I went.

I was incredibly tired before I arrived at the party. All that running around, my meds settling my stomach down and zero sleep the night before just hit me like a ton of bricks. I barely had time to eat a quick lunch and rest on the couch to Yugioh before I had to get up and get dressed. So after about 3 hours of the event I thanked everyone and headed home.

I peeled off my clothes, scrubbed my face real quick, put yugioh on and clocked out. I must have slept 12 hours yesterday. I did wake up a few times to pee and drink water but thats it. I didn’t even talk to Chu. Its 10am and my ass is still in bed.

I’m suppose to be going out tonight, which club, I don’t know yet. My house is dirty again and I need to make another big meal for the week to feed off of. Clothes need to be put away, I have to wash my sheets and I’m running low on food. Chu texted me this morning saying his flight was pushed back so instead of coming in the morning he’s coming in the evening...of course. I’m a little bummed by that because I thought I would spend the whole day with him, now I get a few hours before we have to sleep. Its also going to take him some time to get on the right schedule, so I have to give him space to adjust.

To be honest I don’t want to do any of my chores until Monday. Hell, I could even stretch it til Tuesday morning now. I will try to get a little of my long to-do-list done. But I won’t pressure myself.

#personal #dear diary #journal #new career #law school #so far my 30s are a blast #I gotta be an adult #adulting is hard #pbthoughts #I'm not editing this

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baxndaid · 2 years

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#SWEETVALENTINE

characters ; KEAYA, THOMA, CHILDE, CHONGUN

prompt ; genshin boyos on valentine day ♡

notes/warnings ; gn!reader, angst in (lengthy) kaeya's part if you squint, use of childe's real name, fluff mostly!!

im so late omg but here,, valentines gift <3 the inspo with keaya's one is from jean's story quest, where we just find him sitting in the back with his drink while everybody else is having fun, poor kaeyayayayayaya

i also have no idea what im doing!! trying out a new style rn and seeing if i like it idk // enjoy xoxo

i. keaya

the cavalry captain isn't one for romance, well, not long term relationships. he normally walked around, flirting with everything that moved and called it a day

you, being a new recruitment chosen by master jean herself, had to be shown how things were done around here. and who better to do that than kaeya, the person who arguably does the least during his working hours.

you didn't exactly like the idea of him following you around and making snarky and sly comments about your way of training, you've heard stories about him from diluc, the red-headed man who you normally saw in the angel's share.

you knew better than to immediately believe all the gossip and stories people spread about your superior, but after spending around 6 minutes alone in the same room as him, the rumours began to feel a lot more believable.

the date was february 13th, a day before valentines day

you didn't know if you loved or hated valentines day, on one hand, you got to see everybody and their significant others prancing around monstat without a care in the world while you were alone for the day. on the other hand, cheap chocolate in the shops (!!)

you went out to start your day, groaning at the thought of having to deal with kaeya's remarks again. though, once you got their, you didn't manage to find the blue-headed man anywhere.

"he's probably slacking off, again"

though you didn't want to admit it, it was rather boring without keaya around. yeah he was an annoying bastard most of the time, but his company made you feel less lonely

i guess you could say you missed him, his face, his eyes, and his stupid flirty jokes that he pulls out of his ass every time he sees you

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮

the sound of the wooden doors slamming open was enough to shake you out of your thoughts of your superior

"ah! y/n!"

you did a quick respectful nod at the woman in front of you "morning, master jean" your thoughts still resting on where the eyepatch-wearing man went off to

"if your looking for sir kaeya, you should head to the angel's share, he says it's urgent."

urgent my ass, he probably can't afford the wine and is making you pay for it (again)

you gave a quick 'thank you' to the dandelion knight and rushed off to the tavern, hoping this day could end as quickly as it started

at the tavern, it was pretty much empty, which was expected since it was still considered morning. you spotted kaeya sitting alone on the table nearest to the door, eyes half lidded, though he didn't look drunk, yet.

"care for a drink?" he looked up at you, a smirk plastered on his tanned face

"urgent, huh?" you sat down next to him, the wooden chair squeaking while you moved it out of the way "what are you doing here? and more importantly, why did you call me here?" you whisper-yelled as to not disturb anybody around you, though there was only 1 or 2 drunkards there at the moment

he sighed and looked down "training was getting rather boring, don't you think?" his voice getting more solemn, you could no longer hear the smirk in his voice "which is why i thought we could spend some time together, you and me,"

he frowned at your silence and decided to continue, "i'm going to let you in on a little secret," he looked around, to check if nobody was near and looked down again, fiddling with his thumbs "i've felt quite lonely, here in monstat. i feel as if i just don't have any friends, or anybody to lean on anymore. not only have i lost my father, but-" he looked around once more before continuing, "i've lost my brother too. i know i don't come off as a great person but i-"

"keaya." you stroked his hand with yours, making his gaze return to you. his eyes slightly watering. you never thought you would live to see the day, kaeya, the man that is overly confident, sly, and an overall douche, was shaking and venting to you in his brother's tavern. you would've laughed from how ridiculous it sounded but you held back, given the situation.

you smiled at him, still stroking his soft, pampered hands with your thumb. "i don't think your a bad person, sir. hey if anything, you make training less of a chore!" he let out a small chuckle as you continued, "and besides, if making friends and relationships are hard here, it doesn't mean you can't make them elsewhere. and hey, you'll always have me, doesn't sound too bad huh?" you nudged him, having no experience with comforting people in your life

he looked up at you, a melancholy smile imprinted onto his face.

"y'know, i asked master jean to tell you to come here so i could romantically ask you to be my valentines," he scoffed, "but it looks like it turned into something more." his last sentence sounded more like a question

you leaned over and pecked his cheek, a noticeable blush appearing on his cheeks and spreading to his ears, "how could i say no to you?" you said, still stroking his hand.

"ah well in that case, do you mind paying for my-"

"no."

ii. thoma

good lord get ready, this man will spoil the everlasting hell out of you in the month of february

oh? you have some left over chores to do? don't worry! thoma already did it for you!

oh? your hungry? thoma already made you your favourite meal!

oh? you dont have a valentines date yet? thoma already prepared a whole date for you and him!

wait what

practically dragging you to some unknown area, he bragged and laughed to himself about what a fantastic day he planed out for you and how you'll 100% fall for him after this!

though, he whispered that last bit

hand in hand, you both walked through the guarded streets of inazuma, sometimes stopping by at some shops to buy a snack or to simply browse.

you came across a small kimono and suit shop near the end of the trail, a tall, browned haired woman with a pretty pink kimono on greeted you and thoma as you entered.

"evening thoma, evening y/n, having fun on your date are we?" he smiled. how did she know that you agreed to go out with thoma? the ginger sensed your confusion and turned to you, scratching the back of his neck with a closed-eye smile.

"i migghht have toldeverybodyaboutyouacceptingtogooutwithme," his spoke quickly in hopes that you wouldn't hear, but you heard loud and clear

you sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. you never really liked public attention and liked to keep downlow and thoma knew this. "i'm sorry! i was just really excited is all," he exclaimed, two visible sweat droplets spearing on his forehead.

"thoma it's fine," you smiled at him, "it isn't a big deal" a wave of relief hit the ginger man as he returned your smile with one of his own. the shop owner, looking amused at the dispute, decided to speak up.

"now now, it wouldn't be a date if you didn't get your significant other here something pretty to wear, now would it?" she said, clearly trying to make thoma buy something.

"oh! yes, your right," he turned to you, "so, darling, see anything you like?"

darling? that's a new one alright

"well, which do you think would look nice on me?" you questioned back, your face a little flushed at the new nickname he suddenly decided to give to you. you regret ever asking him that because now your closet was filled with the kimono shop's entire stock.

iii. childe

much like thoma, this man will spoil you rotten

you loved to spend time with your boyfriend, however, his job made it quite difficult to even see him let alone spend time with him. so, most of the time, you spent time with your friends, walking around the harbour and gossiping

today, however, you couldn't do that

your friends, obviously not having boy/girlfriends that are also fatui harbingers, wanted to spend time with their significant others on valentines day, which meant you would be left alone with your thoughts, (and cheesy romance movies).

lying on the sofa while watching a horrible documentary, you stuffed on the cheap chocolates they sold near your house at a kiosk. you wrapped a soft blanket around you and hugged yourself as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

"hey, honey!" a loud voice boomed in front of you, jolting you from your slumber. "ajax?" your eyes lit up and you instantly hopped off the sofa and hugged your loving boyfriend, "your here!"

"of course, i wanted to see you, especially today of all days. besides, i've brought you many gifts back from my mission in sumeru!" he pointed behind him, a literal mountain of objects flooding your house.

kissing your face all over, you groaned internally, still looking at the giant mess behind your lover.

"looks like i have some cleaning to do,"

iv. chongyun

hot nervous MESS (in the literal sense)

he couldn't count the amount of ice treats he had to consume after your little outing.

obviously, he didn't exactly do it alone, xingqiu knew about chongyun's little crush and decided to tease help his dear friend! getting xiangling to help out too, the trio sat down and decided how they would get you to accept chongun's proposition.

the plan went a little like this:

"chongyun, first you ask y/n to help you find and exile evil spirits up in the mountains, kay?"

"then! xiangling and i will pretend to be ghosts and poor y/n will get scared so you, my dear friend, have to comfort them! haha get it, wink wink, nudge nudge!" "oh yes, i see..." (he doesn't get it)

"after, you come find us and 'vanquish' us and save the day!"

"and so, you ask y/n and they'll be soo impressed with your heroic skills that they just have to say yes! a perfect story, no cliff-hangers, good romance, a little cheesy but that's okay-" "i'm hungry!"

"after we do all that let's get some lunch! i can whip something up real fast!"

however, that plan didn't really work out. you see, instead of the chef and the nerd actually doing what they were meant to do, xiangling got distracted and went out looking for wild ingredients and xingqiu, well he had no intention in actually helping, he was there to watch the train wreck of chongyun asking you out.

after 13 minutes of sitting in a awkward silence, the blue haired boy turned to you, disheartened.

"i'm sorry, i thought that i sensed some evil spirits here and thought that we could catch them together." his face red with embarrassment and shame, he pulled out an ice lolly to keep himself cool.

"yun, it's fine, really. i like spending time with you anyway!" you held his hand and looked down, a faint blush on his and your cheeks

"actually, there is something i wanted to ask you for a few days," chongyun looked at you, perplexed, "do you- do you wanna be my valentines?"

bam!

seems that he overheated and passed out, his face as red as a chilie and mouth agape as he lied motionless on the floor

though the day wasn't exactly a huge disaster, xingqiu got a few laughs out of it

NAVIGATION ♡

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tiedyemillenialbullshit · 3 years

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Nightmare

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Avenger Reader Word Count: 3,431 Summary: Your best friend finally comes to visit the compound after you join the Avengers. What starts out as a fun night out, quickly turns dire for you and Bucky. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Feelings, Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs, PTSD/Nightmares, swearing

“AHHHH Y/N!!” You hear her before you see your best friend running towards you, not a care in the world that your entire team has also turned around to watch you two galavant towards each other like long lost sisters.

You catch Sarah in your arms and spin her around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re FINALLY HERE! And you’re early! Holy shit like I can’t believe you’re finally here in New York!! Let me introduce you to the team!” You grab her arm after she starts to show hesitance in meeting the Avengers all at once.

“Are you sure they have time? I don’t want to be a bother,” she says sheepishly.

“Oh my god Sarah, I talk about you all the time! They’re just as excited to meet you, come on.” You both walk towards the team still staring at you both near the entrance to the compound doing a quick debrief of a not-so-successful mission the day before.

“Guys, this is Sarah. Sarah this is-“ she cuts you off. “I know who you guys all are. It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll stay out of the way, I promise.” Everyone grins and introduces themselves to your best friend.

Nat smiles at you both, “On the contrary, you’re coming out with us tonight! No if’s, and’s or but’s”

Sarah seems to suddenly catch a second wind from her long flight and lets out a squeal of excitement.

You’re the newest to the “official” team, even though Steve and Fury had been trying to recruit you for years. You didn’t like the idea of the world knowing about your skill set and preferred to live a quiet life back in California. Ever since moving here, you’ve felt like maybe you weren’t home yet. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, but you missed your little house hidden in the outskirts of the National Parks in California. You missed the sun, the familiar smell of your patch of paradise and the general sense of room back home. Most importantly, you missed Sarah.

You were reluctant to invite her out to New York at first, but now that things seemed to be going smoothly, you sent for her via a car and private jet thanks to one Mr. Tony Stark. He was more than happy to help you out given your fresh and maybe sometimes bumpy arrival to the Avengers.

As everyone filed inside to break away before the evening festivities, Bucky caught your arm.

After holding you back for a second he said, “Hey, I can totally hang back tonight if you’d rather just be with Sarah and the team.”

You realize what he’s getting at. He also has some lack of feeling settled at the compound. It was something you bonded over when you first arrived. You both had similar pasts, even though they were at the same time lightyears apart.

“Buck, no. I think we’re all going out to Bleaker’s tonight! What’s a better way to get to know the team than bowling, beer, smoking inside, beer, old arcade games, more beer and maybe dancing?!”

Bucky gives you a quick glare out the corner of his eye before wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders to lead you inside after everyone.

“Fiiiiiiine, but I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You giggle, but suddenly feel a couple sets of eyes on you.

“And what do we have here?,” Tony asks with a smirk across his mouth. Sarah seems to be in the middle of an engaging conversation with Steve, so you don’t seem to have an easy out of this encounter. Bucky quickly drops his arm and steps a foot away from you.

“Uh, nothing. Y/N just seemed like maybe she wasn’t feeling well.”

“But I’m fine so here we are - have you seen Sam? Nat? Wanda? I told them we should be ready in a few hours and I jus-“

“Oh for Christ’s sake guys, your secret is safe with me,” Tony winks at you knowingly. You decide to take that as the end of the conversation and rush over to join Sarah.

“So! You have muscles.” Sarah says clearly at a loss of words looking at Steve in a tight shirt.

You and Bucky share a giggle, but pull Sarah away and save her from further embarrassment.

“What the fuck did I just say?” Sarah is about as red as a tomato as you drag her upstairs away from the awkward encounter. Steve looked a little flustered as well, which you file away in the back of your brain.

“Who cares! Let’s catch up and get ready for tonight.” Sarah is your best friend for a reason. Even though it had been 6 months since you last saw each other, it was like it was yesterday. You two spend the next few hours catching up, gossiping about each other’s families, friends, ex-boyfriends, etc.

“So! How are we doing in the boi department?” You turn around and face Sarah at the inquisitive tone in her question.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m good, I’m… I’m doing great, I mean yeah I’m good. WHY?” You’re stuttering and you don’t even care it’s obvious you’re blushing.

“Oh, you know. I mean, I’ve only recently met a few super soldiers, but I do think I can tell the there’s a spark between one and someone else.” Sarah so wants you to spill the tea but you promised Bucky you’d keep it quiet.

“Let’s just say things are developing and whatever you’d like to take from that you may.” You both launch into a giggle fit of her guessing and you denying certain aspects of Bucky Barnes.

When Wanda wanders into your room a few hours later, she starts laughing at what she sees. “You know you two are wearing like the same thing, right?” Exchanging confused looks at each other, you reply with a “AND?!”

Sam follows in with a smirk of his own. You’re bracing for his jokes but instead says “damn, OKAY! Everyone’s looking sharp tonight. Y/N, have you seen our bionic man around? Is he coming? He better come out tonight or I swear to…”

After Sam leaves to go find Bucky, the three of you wander down to find Nat and start the evening off with a shot or two. You aren’t much of a drinker, so one is enough for you. You much rather enjoy the company of your friend Mary Jane.

The team is getting silly with each other in the kitchen and quickly the room is filled with people yelling at each other to pregame harder, laughing when Nat’s little sister challenges Sam to a chugging contest and wins.

You feel a large hand at the small of your back. You can smell his cologne and know who it is immediately.

“Well don’t you look dashing tonight Sargent Barnes.” You lean in on impulse but stop yourself just as the girls turn around to see who you’re talking to.

“I was just going to say the same thing to you, sweets.” He mumbles in your ear before removing his hand and walking over to Sam.

The alcohol decides to hit you then, leaving you feeling empty that he’s not standing next to you anymore. Neither of you had wanted to have the “conversation” but you knew you were head over heels for him.

“CABS ARE HERE” screams Sam.

“Sam. For the love of God, stop watching Jersey Shore.” Natasha jokes to him.

At the same time Steve screams, “I understood that reference!” Eye rolls are exchanged as you all make your way outside.

The atmosphere is buzzing and you’re so excited to not just be out with your team, but to also have the only bit of family you had with you as well. You finally felt at home, at peace, and were ready for a fun night out.

Bleaker’s is one of those hole-in-the-wall dive bars that from the outside seems like a hard pass, but once you’re in, there’s no other place you’d rather spend a Saturday night. It’s true it started as a bowling alley in the 60’s. That still remains. What’s newer is the arcade in the back, where the old salon used to be. Jimmy bought the space next door, blew out the wall and filled it with arcade games that sometimes work and sometimes eat your money.

After years of being regular patrons, he knows your team well. The minute you walk in, he starts up all your favorite drinks.

“Ah! My best customers! I had a feeling I’d be seeing Earth’s mightiest heroes tonight.” You line up at the bar for whatever Jimmy decides you’re drinking tonight.

“Ah yes, two vodka on the rocks for my little Russian assassins. Sam here’s your vodka red bull which I don’t think you need, but here we are. Steve! Your drink of choice: an Old Style. Wanda, a cosmo for my favorite witch. And who do we have here, Y/N?”

You’re already both in hysterics at the old man behind the bar giving everybody a hard time. “Jimmy, this is my best friend Sarah. She’s visiting from California for a few days.”

“And whatever the lady wants can be put on my tab…” Steve butts in. Sarah immediately turns red but says “well in that case I’ll have vodka soda with lime please!”

Bucky has come up behind you and now you’re both laughing and watching the two of them stare at each other like no one else is in the room.

“Oh no, what did you do Y/N?”

“Let it play out, he’s not completely tripping over his words yet, maybe he’ll finally land a good girl.” You hush to Bucky.

Jimmy stares as well in amusement. “And you two? Your usual?”

“Yes’sir!” You shout over the growing music. Jimmy hands you each a jack and Diet Coke. You tell yourself it’s okay because it’s diet, but you know that’s a bunch of bullshit.

The other great thing about Bleaker’s? The dance floor downstairs. You always joke around that it seems like a nightclub that never closes in Amsterdam or something, but you’re serious. It could be 3 pm and sunny and you’d never know. It’s in the basement, it's always dark and the music is almost always too loud.

Usually that would gross you all out, but the energy tonight is pushing you all downstairs.

You reach back and grab Bucky’s hand not really caring who sees. It’s been months of sneaking around and either everyone knows and is playing it off like they don't or you’re really good at hiding it. Regardless, you’re over hiding. Maybe showing a little PDA tonight will get him out of his shell.

Sarah and Steve are no where in sight, assuming they’re ahead of you, you follow the team downstairs.

Minutes turn into hours. Everyone is dancing, laughing, sweating, screaming the lyrics to every song, and for a little while you can forget you’re a group of superheroes, and can just be normal 30-something year-olds.

You mostly dance with Bucky and quickly realize he’s a better dancer than you thought he would be. Those moves from the 1940’s must still be relevant in some way today, because the way he's grinding up on you and not caring if anyone sees just does something to you.

You work the room, finding Sarah, Wanda, Nat, even Steve for a song before you realize you don't see Bucky. You give it a few minutes thinking maybe he is in the bathroom. After 15 minutes though, you grab Steve’s attention and motion for him to check the bathroom while you check outside.

You race to the alley where you find Jimmy on a smoke break. “Hey Jimmy, have you seen Bucky? I can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, doll, he took off in a cab about a half hour ago. Looked real flustered, but I didn’t want to press.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You thought you felt his mood shift about an hour ago, he was becoming stiff and quiet. You thought maybe he was just drinking a lot but now you’re realizing the loud music, strobe lights and base must have been triggering him.

“Ugh I’m such a bitch,” you huff as you send Steve a S.O.S text.

You: Hey, Jimmy said he just left. I'm sure he's heading home. I'm going to go find him.

Sire Captain Rogers: Go ahead. I think Sarah and I can find something to do while you find Buck. ;)

You: Yeah I’m sure you can.

You: BEHAVE. She’s my best friend.

Sire Captain Rogers: I know Y/N, don’t worry about us. Let me know when you find him.

You lock your phone and hop in a cab back to the compound.

No one is up or around when you enter through the front. The kitchen has been cleaned up, the dishes done. Probably thanks to THURSDAY, Tony’s beta bot for “cleaning up after you assholes trash the place.”

You smirk and head for the elevators. Heading straight to Bucky’s room, you can tell his light is on but something seems off. You don’t like to use your powers on friends or in the compound, but you close your eyes and reach out with your mind to find his aura. Your eyes snap open. You don’t sense him, you just see red.

Taking this as a good excuse to break into a friend’s room, you burst into the room to find it in disarray. Everything is toppled over, broken glass is on the floor, the bathroom light is on, but all you can see is his blood on the door and the floor. You’re panicked, trying to piece together what happened.

Again, you close your eyes and reach out for the familiar energy of Bucky. You find him in your room on the floor.

“What the fuck?,” you mumble and sprint up the stairs to your apartment. You shoot Steve a text on your way up.

You: Found him, looks like a bad one. I’ll let you know if I need you.

Sir Captain Rogers: Thanks Y/N. I’m just a call away, let me know if you need anything. Night.

Upon entering, you sense he’s in distress. His heart rate is elevated, he’s incredibly sweaty and is panting like a dog.

“Bucky? Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Bucky stirs and jumps into a defensive standing position quicker than you can blink. You flip the lights on with a “BABE. Baaabe, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe. We’re in the compound. You had a nightmare.”

Bucky’s eyes are wide and alarmed, but you can tell the moment he recognizes you.

Rushing over to you, he takes you into a big hug. “Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay, did I hurt you?”

“No Bucky, no I just found you a minute ago. You had another bad one, what do you need me to do right now for you?”

Bucky stands back and rubs his swollen eyes. “I need to shower, can you help me?”

Typically, this is where it gets exciting, but you knew what he means. Water grounds him. He doesn’t feel like he’s falling in water. It helps him visualize the stress washing off of him.

You help him strip and get in the shower, but before you can even take his jeans off, he jumps in and pulls you in with him. You realize how desperate he is for whatever he’s feeling to pass and your heart sinks.

You’re both standing there, almost fully clothed holding each other. This is the worst you’ve seen him in a long time.

“I’m so sorry if I ruined your night, Y/N. The base sounded like the train, the lights looked like the machine they used on me, what the fuck.”

You aren’t sure what to do so you decide to sit on the ground and pull him down with you. You position yourself behind him so his back is in your chest. Even though he’s so much larger than you, he sinks down enough for you to reach over his shoulders and hold him.

“It’s okay Barnes, just breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re with me, and we’re home. Nobody is going to touch you. I’ve got you, you won’t fall.”

You take in deep breaths so he can match your breathing.

After about 45 minutes, the hot water is out in the tank. Bucky sits forward and turns towards you. You want him to lead right now, so you don’t say anything. Neither does he, but the look in his eyes are telling you something about tonight is different.

With a soft smile on your lips, you cup his cheek until he is really looking at you. “Hun, let’s go lay down, ya? Let me help get you dried off.” Bucky hates when you fuss over him, so when he doesn’t argue, you know to be extra gentle with him.

After getting him up and out of the shower, you think skin-to-skin contact doesn’t seem sexual right now, it feels intimate in a grounding sense, and you know that’s exactly what he needs right now. Bucky seems dazed, almost like he got hit too hard in the head. You yourself are of course a tad over-served, and are quickly realizing the adrenaline of this entire situation is rubbing off.

You get Bucky into bed and turn to make sure his phone is plugged in and that he has a glass of water, but he grabs your wrist before you can move away. “Just leave it, it’s fine.”

“Buck, just let me-“ he grabs your wrist harder.

“Y/N. Please just stay here. Please.”

The entire time you’ve been together, he’s done a lot of things but begging you for anything is not one of them. Suddenly the phone and whatever hell else you were doing doesn’t seem important anymore.

You climb into your usual spot next to him and decide maybe you’ll try to get him to open up. The moment the back of your head hits the pillow, Bucky is facing you. His pleading eyes seem like they want to tell you everything that’s going on in his head, but you know pushing him to talk will just make the nightmares come flooding back too soon.

Instead, you decide to lay on your back and pull him to lay on your chest.

“Just listen to my heart beat, Bucky.” You hear him take a deep breath and settle into your chest.

You start and stop yourself from trying to say something comforting. You’re terrified to say the wrong thing at such a crucial moment. Typically these bad episodes are reserved for a Steve house call. You realize as he’s settling into a comfortable position that he hasn’t asked you to call Steve yet. Bucky trusts you in a way you didn’t realize until now.

You don’t know when, but you start humming the first calming song that comes in your head.

I’ll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through

Bucky picks his head up to look at you. Oh fuck.

“Where did you hear that song?,” he says to you with shiny eyes.

“You sing it all the time when you’re concentrating. I looked it up and added it to my ‘bath time/relax’ playlist. I didn't know Billie Holliday was a favorite of yours."

Bucky was looking at you like maybe this was the first time he saw you, like really saw you. “My mom used to sing that around the house when she was missing my dad.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can hum a diff-“ you’re cut off with the most searing kiss Bucky has ever given you. He’s crying when he pulls back to look at you again. “Will you keep singing it?”

In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel That chestnut tree, the wishing well

By the time you finish the second verse, he has physically relaxed in your arms. You continue rubbing your hand up and down his back and shoulder, stopping to play with his long hair every once in a while.

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In every thing that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way

“I forgot how much I love hearing this song sung around me.” Bucky whispers so quietly you almost miss it.

I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you…

You stop your caressing when you feel him sit up on one arm.

He leans down to kiss you but stops short to whisper “I love you Y/N.” You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, and when you say “I love you too, Bucky,” you’ve never been more sure of something in your life.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky fluff #steve rogers

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 1

Summary: It’s a year since Ransom was murdered, and you’re settling well into your new life in Boulder. It hasn’t just provided you with a fresh start-it’s brought you a new sense and purpose, an appreciation for the things you took fore grated, and the friendship of a former ADA…

Warnings: Bad Language, allusions to past abuse (Non Con/Dub Con) but nothing explicitly described in this chapter.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5k

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

A/N- So, here it is! The sequel to Murder, He Wrote . This is the last time I’ll post this note, however, please be aware that the prequel is a Dark series. Whilst this is not, it will contain flashbacks and themes as we progress, however nothing will be as dark as MHW. Chapters will be clearly labelled with appropriate warnings. If anyone is uncomfortable with the themes of a certain chapter, I will be more than happy to post/provide abridged versions which will not deviate from the storyline.

Sunrise. You used to hate the coming of each day. It meant another monotonous day in your young adult life. A 'depends on the day' type of job at the paper in which you got your start, it meant earning little for the slave work you put into each piece or research. It meant another day you'd woken up in fear, not knowing what was coming next. Then, for a little while, sunrises were okay. They were a soft glow across the room, illuminating hard lines and soft curves, whispering words and lingering kisses. And then, they became fearful again, bringing the unpredictable nature of a life in which you were trapped.

But now, over the last few months, since taking up your new hobby, sunrise had become a beautiful thing. The feeling of peace and comfort washing over you like a warm rain, bringing the redeeming nature of a new day as vibrant watercolours paint the new-born sky. Whether you caught it from the East side of your condo; your master balcony and study or your garden, or even your hikes, you appreciated every, single sunrise as if you were seeing it for the first time ever, each and every day.

For this morning's sunrise, you were perched along Boulder Creek Path, a trail that runs from the foothills to across town, a typical recreational getaway for many locals and tourists. You looked out over the bridge as the creek flowed beneath your feet. You were lost in the serenity of it, the bubbling water lulling your mind into a deep mediation that washed peacefulness through your entire body.

A year ago today, your life changed and you were freed. Free of the nightmare that had plagued you, robbing you of nearly a year of your life. The months that followed weren't so easy, but once things settled and the fires were extinguished, you found peace.

You found you.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket brought you back from your reverie, pressing your thumb onto the screen to unlock it. You opened your messages tab and tapped the most recent incoming text.

A smile flicked on your face as you slipped your phone back in your pocket. It didn’t escape your knowledge how Andy didn’t need to even ask what coffee you wanted. But then again, this wasn’t the first time you’d had breakfast in the small, independent coffee place not far from your home and place of work. You knew when you arrived that a large caramel vanilla latte, with an extra shot would be waiting. But no food, your order varied depending on your mood.

Twenty minutes or so later, you parked your sting-grey Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT 4x4 back in your garage to your condo at the corner of 9th and Pine Street and set off on the short ten minute walk to your designated meeting place, centred near the town square, not far from your office which was a gorgeous old red-brick building on the corner of 16th and Walnut Street.

As you approached, you didn’t spot Andy’s black Audi TT in any of the spaces littered around but it didn’t bother you. Barber was reliable, if he said he was going to be there, he’d be there.

And sure enough, as you walked along the side of the cafe you, spotted him at your usual, preferred table by the large window, overlooking the street. He saw you approaching and smiled, giving a small wave.

The smell of roast coffee beans, baked treats and other delicious aromas hit your senses as you opened the door. You approached the table and Andy stood up to great you, smiling. A light grey tee sat exposed under a partially zipped up light weight blue leathered hoodie whilst dark and crisp denim covered his narrow hips and long legs, his go to well-worn black work boots on his feet. His hair was styled and soft looking, his beard always trimmed and neat. He gave you a strong, yet gentle hug, a juxtaposition he managed effortlessly before he turned and waited for you to sit first before he took up his previous seat, nodding to your waiting drink.

“Thank you.” You beamed at him, taking a quick sip. "Of course." He smiled as he took a drink of his own coffee, straight black, before he leaned back a little. His left arm rested over the back of the booth bench, the platinum of his wedding ring catching the early morning sun which streamed through the window. You momentarily glanced at your own hand, bare of the heavy rings which had been taken in the ‘mugging’. Mind you, you wouldn’t be wearing them even if you still had them. Your story was a lot different to his.

“So, where'd you go this morning?" his soft baritone drifted across the table and you glanced back at him. "Fiddled around down Boulder Creek Path." "You seem to be getting around better now." "Yeah, thank God for GPS. Did I tell you that last week I was looking for some store Amber vaguely told me where about it was and ending up like thirty minutes down the highway towards Denver." He laughed, his whole body smiling, radiating genuine amusement. "You have more faith in GPS than me, when I first moved here I got pulled over for going the wrong way down a one way street because it told me to.” You grinned as he shook his head. "And that annoying voice! I want to wring her damn neck." You gave a chuckle but before you could reply, the middle-aged woman, who owned the café, interrupted you both with her usual familiar greeting and the smile she reserved for Andy. “Hey Patti, how are ya?” He smiled back. “Same old, same old.” She winked back. “What can I get you kids today?” “Y/N?” Andy looked at you and you smiled. “Can I get an almond croissant and a granola pot, please? With the blueberry compote.” “Sure honey, and for you Mr Barber?”

“French toast please, all the trimmings.”

A fizzing filled your ears as you were suddenly back on a clinically clean, modern kitchen, nervously scouring a fridge and cupboards for something to make your captor breakfast with. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, counting backwards from five as you always did to keep the memory from swallowing you.

“Hey,” a gentle touch to your hand jolted you back and you looked at Andy who frowned. “You okay?” "Yeah, no, I mean yes, I'm okay. It just…it dawned me this morning that this was the best thing I could have done for myself. Like there's just a newfound peace that's settled with me, you know?" He just smiled as he squeezed your hand before slipping his away. “Yeah, I do.” No more was said about it, and Andy didn’t press. He never did. In the eight weeks or so that had passed since you’d met him that Friday evening in the bar, the pair of you had struck up a friendship that was based on a mutual understanding. You both carried a heavy burden of a traumatic past on your shoulders, but you had an unspoken rule. He had never mentioned Ransom. And you, in turn, never broached the subject of Laurie or Jacob. You understood you were both moving on with your life, both wanting to heal from the past and you wanted to spend the rest of your life never in fear again. Instead, a simple chatter always flowed between the two of you, and today was no exception. You barely stopped to thank Patti for dropping your order off at the table. Current work was never a topic of conversation, although office gossip featured on occasion, but mostly it was always about happenings around town, him asking about you, your parents and your old job, the two of you talking about your favourite places in Boston. You never missed certain facial and eye cues Andy gave off at the mention of certain things, but when you saw them, that sag in his smile or the far off look his eyes would give, you'd change the subject. You ate in comfortable companionship and after another coffee, Andy asked for the bill and then pulled out his card to pay. "Next one is on me, you paid for the last two and coffee all this week." You gave him a stern look as you headed towards the exit. “Well, if you wanted you could grab us a beer later.” He shrugged, pulling the door handle to open it, allowing you to step out before him. “I gotta nip into the office for a coupla hours but...” "Breakfast AND drinks?" You smiled as he fell into step beside you. The July day was starting to warm a little now, the slight chill of the early morning all but gone. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like hanging out with me." “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. I just find you slightly less irritating than everything and everyone else.” He teased and you laughed. “So... Happy hour?" "Yeah." You nodded “It's a date." Andy confirmed and you quirked your eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the look on his face as he realised what he had said. “A date?” “Well, I don’t mean a date date but...” You felt the heat in your neck a little, so to save your embarrassment and his blushes, you smiled, "it's a date-not-date. Say Oskar’s, 6:30?" "Oskar’s." He confirmed. "I'll save you a tall, cold one." “You’re an angel, you know that?” "I wouldn't go that far. My halo is held up by horns” “Even Prometheus was an angel at some point, Y/N.” He replied as you reached the corner of the street where you would part. Him towards the office, you back home. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "I'll see you tonight." At that he gave you another quick hug, his hand rubbing your back over the top of your light jacket before you headed your separate ways.

You enjoyed the walk home. It gave you the perfect chance to just mellow out and walk off a bit of your breakfast. You tucked your hands into the pockets for your vest, your white thermal keeping your arms covered. You headed down Pearl Street, watching as the little shops and boutiques began to set up their patios and side walk spaces for their Saturday. You took in the clean fresh mountain air deep into your lungs and allowed a warm smile to cross your lips.

From Pearl to 9th you went, hooking a right up 9th until you walked to the corner of Pine, and onto the porch of the nice and spacious condo you closed escrow on just weeks ago.

That deep feeling of home greeted you as you stepped inside, wiping your boots on your door mat just before kicking them off and setting them by the back door you’d come through. The cream walls invited you in, the oak furniture and fixtures, a feature that reminded you of home, the decor you grew up with, a safe place.

You'd bought the condo outright with the money you'd inherited from Ransom's untimely death and subsequent estate. You knew before you'd even stepped foot into the property initially, that it'd become yours. The week you closed escrow, you and your parents moved you into the three bedroom, three and a half bath condo, never looking back.

The open floor plan and panoramic views had stolen your breath and it was then, the first night your parents had left you alone, too anxious to sleep alone, you had fallen in love with the sunrise, seeing it from your front garden patio, bundled up with tea and a wool blanket. All three rooms in the space had no adjoining walls and their own en-suites. The master bedroom, your room, was massive. An en-suite with walk in shower, soaking tub and Jack and Jill sinks. Two walk in closets that you knew you'd probably never fill completely, an Eastwardly view and balcony. The two spare rooms, were separated, one on the second floor down the hall from yours where it's balcony looked West, as it were above the garage and the third on the top and final floor with its own balcony. That was your office space, a spot for you to work and to breathe in the fresh air.

Everything in that condo was yours, down to the logs you'd put in your fireplace and the silly little amenities you'd given yourself from knickknacks to the colour of your dishes. There was one space however you left untouched. And only your parents had been inside to pack away your unused things as storage space. That room was your basement. You didn't need to go down there, you figured if you needed something from there, you'd go buy it anyway. All that was truly stored down there anyway were things from your childhood your mother insisted on you bringing along.

As if her ears were burning, your phone buzzed from your back pocket, revealing your mother calling.

"Hey, Mom." You answered.

"Hi, honey. I was just calling to see how you were doing. Check in on you." You could hear the worry in her voice and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm really good, Mom. It’s been good here." "You still hiking every day?" She sounded hopeful now. "Lately it's just been on the weekends. I've been really busy at work, which isn't exactly a bad thing either." You had made your way to your room, looking for some lounge pants to change into while you continued your conversation. "Well, busy is a blessing. Do you have anything planned for today or...." "Uh, well I just had breakfast with a friend from work who I'm also meeting for drinks later." You smirked at the thought. There was a joyful sigh that poured into your ear from the ear piece, "Oh, this friend wouldn’t happen to be the mysterious Andy you’ve name dropped the last few calls would it?" You hesitated, "y..ye...yeah." Then you heard the tell-tale sound of your mother's chuckle. “We’re just friends.” "I'm not saying anything." You could picture her with her hands held up in defence. "You sound happy." “I am. I feel okay, more than okay even. I’m good.” "Alright. Well, don’t waste your day. Enjoy it. Your dad and I will talk soon." “Yeah, listen Mom, why don’t you come over for a few days in a couple of weeks? You’ve not been since the week you came to help me move in. It would be nice to show you round now I’ve got my bearings.” "We would love that. I'll have your father look at booking some time." “Okay just let me know. Tell Daddy I said hi.” "I will, sweetie. Love you, bye.” "I love you too, Mom, bye." The seventeenth of July, a date that you hope one day will come to mean nothing and be like any other day. But for now, it was a sting that reminded you of all that had happened. Not unlike Halloween, a day in which you'll forever hold in a fearful anxious place in your soul. It served as a reminder of the moment your life had taken a very dark turn, a darkness that you were still, in a lot of ways, finding your way through. Ransom. His name still tasted sour on your tongue. But left a sadness over your heart like a sheer curtain. You had truly hoped he wasn't going to revert back to the beast that held you captive. But you were wrong, and post the revelation of the real reason he had taken you, he’d been far more brutal and cruel than he had with you before, something you’d thought was impossible. And he’d broken you for a second time, or so you’d let him think. Desperate to escape his clutches, you’d done the only thing you could- you’d killed him. Whilst you may not have held the knife, you’d arranged it all. And, even though it had been an absolute last resort, you’d be lying if you said there hadn’t been a satisfaction to watching him bleed out and choke on his own blood. The realisation that had clouded his arrogantly handsome features as he came to understand it was your doing would be forever etched into your brain. That said, it made you feel a little bit queasy when you thought about how taking someone’s life could make you feel a sick sense of pleasure. The nightmares had plagued you for months after. The torture which sleep brought you only ceased around the time things were settled within the system between you and his parents. With a deep sigh and the need for distraction, you set about some spot cleaning in between loads of laundry and by early afternoon you had settled in on your couch with a beer and your latest box set binge. Not two episodes in and your phone pinged next to you.

With a smirk, you snapped a photo of your beer bottle in your hand and a few moments later his response came through.

The angel made you laugh, a direct reference to his teasing before. But before you could reply, you got another text with simply saying “fuck it” along with a picture of a tumblr of whiskey on his desk. With a snort you replied

With a smile you tossed your phone down onto the seat beside you, and resumed your watching.

***** Andy was kidding when he playfully said he'd be there by 6:45, fully intending on their agreed upon 6:30. But, he was late. He'd been so involved with his brief that he'd lost track, and for the first time since meeting her, was late for a meet up with Y/N. She was fully understanding as he'd text her apologizing for the time as he'd rushed out of the office and quickly headed for Pearl Street. He'd gotten very lucky with close parking and literally stepped inside Oskar's Taproom promptly at 6:45. He found Y/N sitting at the bar, her hair down, a nicely fitted black tee and skinny denim jeans, her foot tapping against her bar stool in waiting. Next to her was an empty stool and a full, cold looking tall pilsner on the bar, saving his space.

"Hey," he said as he leaned into her, a gentle hand on her back, getting her attention.

Y/N startled a bit but realized it was Andy and grinned, "'bout time! I was going to get started on yours without you." She nodded to the cold beer. “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head, “I just got caught up.” "Well, you haven't stood me up yet, so I trusted you'd show." “And I did tell you 6:45 before. You know, on account of you being a cheeky little shit.” She rolled her eyes at him, "whatever." She smirked. He slid onto the stool next to her and took a long pull of his beer, damned it tasted good. He gave an appreciative sigh and turned to her. “So, do anything much this afternoon?” "I did absolutely nothing, well nothing of importance. Talked to my mom, did laundry, you know nothing exciting." “To be honest, sounds like a pretty good afternoon.” He chuckled. “Sometimes there’s nothing better than laying in front of the TV with no where you have to be.” "Cheers to that," she raised her glass to him. He clinked his with hers and returned the smile she had. The blues band that was set to play happy hour was starting to tune up and it gave Andy an idea. "What do you say we find a spot in the patio, little less noise." “Sounds good.” She nodded. Andy flagged the bartender down for another round to take with them. But before Y/N could pick up her glass, Andy took it for her and gestured with her head for her to go on in front. She looked a little surprised at his act of basic good manners, and not for the first time. He'd often seen her look at him in a similar way when he held doors open for her or helped her with her jacket. It made him wonder what kind of asshole Drysdale had been. But, then again, he got the impression it hadn’t been a particularly happy relationship to start. Not that it was any of his business, nor was he one to talk. The last seven months he’d been married to Laurie had been as strained as they'd ever got. They found a spot at a two top near the corner of the patio at the gate that separated it from the sidewalk. Andy waited for Y/N to sit before he set their glasses on the high top table and took his own seat. "So...much better," he leaned in across the table. "Love this place, but it's not always the best for conversation." “Yeah but it has a good atmosphere.” She smiled. “I like it. Not the type of place that-“ she stopped dead and took a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter.” He half smiled, "you know, I've been meaning to tell you, it's okay to talk to me about anything you want. No pressure, no strings. Just a friendly ear." She smiled. “I know, thanks. And the same goes for you too.” For the first time, an interesting silence came between them. They each sipped their drinks in an almost a mirrored like fashion and chuckled when through. "I think that's the first time we've ever not had something to say." Y/N shrugged. He nodded, and then she took a deep breath. “I was just gonna say its not the type of place Ransom would ever have taken me. He’d have thought it beneath him.” "I think that's the first time you've ever mentioned his name." He pointed out. "Yeah, I try not to. It's uh," he watched her as she struggled to start her story, playing nervously with the earring in her ear. "Complicated." He leaned on the table, his forearms crossed and supporting his weight. He wanted her to know she had his full attention. “Well, from what I know about him, which granted is only what I saw on the news or heard around Boston, he certainly enjoyed the finer things in life.” "That's one way of looking at." She chuckled dryly. "It wasn't an easy marriage, despite how short lived." "Well, I was with Laurie since law school and we still had our ups and downs. I don't think marriage is easy in general." Andy admitted. "I was with Ransom less than nine months before we got married. It, uh, lasted three weeks."

Andy paused, “okay, so granted Laurie and I were a whirlwind what with her falling pregnant so fast but... I’ll give you that one.” “A whirlwind?” She asked and Andy nodded. “Yeah, we hadn’t even been together a year when she got pregnant with Jake. Not gonna lie, I shit myself but...” he sighed, swallowing. “Well, he was worth it.” "I'm sure he was." She nodded. Andy cleared his throat. “He was a good kid, despite what he, well what he was accused of.” “I can’t even begin to imagine how that felt, for any of you.” She said gently. “Fucking shit.” He said bluntly. She blinked and then the pair of them laughed quietly. "I'm sorry, Andy. And I mean that in all sincerity." He sighed and gave a soft little smile. “Thanks. You know, for the most part it’s just happy memories. But then sometimes it’s hard...” he trailed off shaking his head, “but of course you’ll know that.” “Suppose so.” She shrugged. “I doubt our marriage was anything near as loving as yours. I, uh...well, Ransom was mentally abusive, very controlling. Getting married wasn't exactly what I'd wanted but, I felt trapped in a way." She paused as he listened intently. "I guess it's harder to explain than I thought." She bit her lip and then shook her head. “Then the asshole went and got himself killed.” "I hate that you had to witness that." She shrugged and her finger swiped at the condensation on the outside of her half empty beer glass. “It was a year ago today.” “Jesus fucking Christ.” Andy shook his head in shock as he took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry.” “I’m not.” She sighed. “And I know that probably sounds awful but... I don’t mourn him, I can’t. Not after everything. I’m just glad to be away and out of it. Fuck, that makes me sound like a really cold hearted bitch.” She scrunched her nose and chuckled a bit. Andy cocked his head to one side, studying her face which was, despite what she said, laced with sadness and he took a deep breath. There was more to her story than she was telling him, he could see that, but he had his own secrets too. And he found himself realising he didn’t care. Moving away post the accident that claimed Jake and later Laurie’s life had been a way for him to leave all that shit behind. And she was trying to do the same. “Okay, let’s make a deal.” He leaned forward. “No reverse gear. We look forward and not back, at least not at the hard stuff.” It took a moment for her to process it, and Andy watched her expression behind her eyes as he did so. Then she smiled, "deal." Andy smiled as she reached for her beer. He watched her pretty face as she drained her glass, setting it down in the table before she leaned towards him. “Have you eaten? Because I’ve suddenly got a hankering for something greasy and very bad for me.” “Sounds like someone I used to work with.” Andy shot before he could stop himself and Y/N threw her head back in a loud laugh. “Lawyers for you.” “Hey, not all of us are jerks.” He pouted and she shrugged. “Jury’s out.” She winked. At that Andy raised his brows, downed the rest of his pint and then stood up. “Something dirty and greasy that isn’t an attorney coming up, I’ll grab us a menu.” They each ordered a greasy, filthy cheeseburger with all the fixings and two smaller beers a piece to go with it. They moved their conversation away from their pasts and talked music as the band played some songs they were familiar with. Y/N finding the perfect moment to joke with Andy again about his age versus hers, despite it being maybe seven or eight years. Neither seemed to mind. Again, when the bill came, Andy slapped his card down before Y/N even had a chance to grab her wallet, which caused him to laugh loudly at her pout. “You’ll just have to get it next time.” “Oh," she smirked, "so that’s your game? You paid, so I owe you a next time?” He shrugged. “Would that be such a bad thing?” She bit her lip and grinned with a shake of her head. “No, not really.” “Good, I’ll hold you to that. And, as a lawyer I feel obliged to tell you that’s a legally recognised verbal contract.” “Uh, I’m sure there’s a rule that a social agreement made between friends is done so without an intention of being enforceable.” Y/N shot back and Andy felt his mouth curl up on a little surprised smirk. “Therefore no intent, no legal comeback. Your move, Counselor.” He laughed and shook his head. “Nope, I got nothing.” “In that case, I call recess.” She grinned. “Oh faahk off with the legal puns!” Andy snorted and once more she laughed as they stood up, their night at an end. He walked behind Y/N with a gentle hand on her back as she weaved through the tables on the patio, eventually ending up on the sidewalk out front.

"Thanks, for breakfast, dinner, drinks," Y/N shook her head, feigning annoyance. Andy smirked, "thanks for meeting me. You're not walking home are you?" "I can, it's not far." She replied, folding her arms over her chest.

"Absolutely not, I'll take you," he nodded his head in the direction in which his car was. He gave a small wink when she accepted his offer. He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat of his Audi TT. You quickly realized that this was the first time you'd been in his car and the very first time he would see your doorstep. However, the thought of both those things didn't bother you one bit. In fact, you found yourself more comfortable than you'd expected.

All in all the drive was no more than five minutes, and if he hadn’t been going that way already, you’d have felt like a complete fraud, but he assured you it was on his way.

You helped yourself out but Andy waited for you around the front hood and walked you to your doorstep, lit by the lantern porch light your Home Owners Association contract insisted be up. "So, this is me," you sighed. Andy had his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and he rocked a little on his heels as he waited for you to open your front door. When you'd opened it, he scratched behind his neck and said, "so I'll see you Monday?" "Yeah," you agreed. He turned to go but you called out to him, "Hey, Andy?" He quickly turned back to you, his one foot on your stoop, the other the next step down, "yeah?" In a sudden moment of courage, you stood on your toes and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His smooth cheek and the slightly rough yet softer than anticipated scratch of those dark whiskers, intermittent speckled with auburn, felt amazing against your lips. And fuck, did he smell amazing. Which you knew already from the tight and friendly hugs he'd seemed to start giving you. The first hit of his aftershave was always the same, dominated by a white-out of bergamot and pepper, a bright flash of sweet, dewy citrus that is both crisp and clean, underpinned by a freshness that was both light and gentle and completely different to the heavy sandalwood based fragrance you’d grown so used to. It was brief, but when you pulled back, you gave a content huff, “Huh.” “What?” He was clearly puzzled. “Your beard. It’s kinda soft.” “What? What the hell did you expect?” He laughed. “I dunno, maybe a toilet brush type bristle.” “You kiss a lot of toilet brushes Y/N?” “Try not to.” She winked. “Thanks again, Andy. I enjoyed today.” He chuckled and shook his head as he watched you turn back to your door and finally stepped inside your home. Before you closed the door, you turned back, noticing he was watching you go in. "Bye."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

**** Chapter 2

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