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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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Could Have Been More Part 4

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Series: Could Have Been More

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Final)

Character/s: Voight x Reader, Sylvie

Warning/s: kidnapping

Word Count: 1,990

Summary: A bad break up with Hank Voight was only the start of Y/N’s problems, now, 12 people are dead and a dangerous killer is on the loose, and she might be his next target.

The morning brought rain, lots of it. You’d woken up around dawn to it pounding on the window, a little dazed as it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, Hank’s guest room.

You’d had some clothes left there, you definitely hadn’t found the time to pick up your things in the few days since the break up. God, was that only on Friday? Everything had happened in slow motion.

Slipping out of the bed you went to wash your face, looking at your tired eyes in the mirror as your mind went over everything that had happened from that day. First, you’d completely derailed Intelligence’s investigation into the murder of a gang member and his waitress girlfriend, which had apparently been committed by the waitress’ boss. Then, you’d found out that the boss, Albert Strauss, had started cleaning house, his restaurant a front for moving a different kind of product behind the scenes. Now 12 people were dead, 10 more at a stash house Strauss had used, 3 more injured but on the mend.

Voight thought you might be a target, having accidentally tipped Strauss off to just how close Intelligence was to him through your contact with a friend who also worked at the restaurant. They’d cleared her as a potential gang member, but she’d also been given a protective detail, just in case.

The whole city was looking for Strauss, they’d find him, you told yourself as you ran your hands through your hair, wishing you could go back to work at 51, go back to normal. But Voight had insisted that it was better for you to stay off work until this was resolved, it wouldn’t be too hard for him to find you on a call, or even stage one to draw you out.

There was a knock at the door as you emerged from the bathroom, heading over to open it you found Voight, mug of coffee in hand for you.

“Morning,” he said, glancing down quickly before swallowing. He looked uncomfortable for some reason, which was when you realised you were only in your pajama top and underwear. Whoops, old habits.

“Sorry,” you flushed, quickly grabbing your jeans from yesterday off the chair in the corner of the room and hurriedly putting them on. Voight entered a little and set the steaming mug down on the dresser.

“Cream and two sugars,” he said as he placed it down, just the way you liked it. You noted his badge and gun then, you might not have been able to go to work, but Hank definitely had to.

“Thanks Hank,” you said gratefully, really needing caffeine right now. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, you must have woken up several times, some following graphic nightmares about the recent murders, and now you were exhausted. “Any news?” You dared.

“Nothing last night, I’m meeting up with the rest of the unit at yesterday’s crime scene, it’s been cleared now so we can take a proper look around,” he explained what he could and you ignored the fact that there was clearly something he was leaving out; you knowing too much is what had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

Hank went to turn away, clearly not really knowing what to say, when you stopped him. “Thank you,” he paused, not turning to face you exactly but definitely listening at the door, “look I know I shouldn’t have just dropped by like that, but you listen to me, let me stay here last night, and I know things aren’t the same with us now but- it means a lot, so thanks,” you finished and he nodded, the Hank Voight way of avoiding his feelings, and headed out the door.

Though you were a little deflated by that, you knew how he got, emotions weren’t exactly his forte. As soon he left the room you finished getting changed, noticing that Hank had also brought you one of your shirts with your pajamas last night, he’d washed it too. Putting it on you took a sip of the coffee, grateful that Hank always bought in the good stuff as you let it slowly wake you up properly. You heard Hank moving around downstairs as you finished getting ready, grabbing all your things and wandering downstairs.

He was on the phone when you reached the kitchen, hanging back as he talked, his back to you. “Another registered vehicle? Do we have a location?” You couldn’t hear the response but the way he sighed told you that the answer was no, “okay, well keep on it, I’ll be in soon, thanks Trudy,” he said, hanging up and turning to face you.

“Everything okay?” You asked, sipping your drink in the doorway as he pocketed his phone, snatching his keys up off the counter.

“We’ll get him,” was all Hank said on the matter before he changed the subject, “I should get you back home, then I’ll head to the district, keep working the case.”

You nodded, downing the rest of your coffee and grabbing your shoes. No matter how much you’d rather be at 51, you knew better than to argue with Hank, he was doing what he thought best to keep you safe.

“You going to be alright on your own?” He asked as you both left the house, moving quickly to avoid the down pour.

“Sure,” you shrugged, “besides, I won’t be alone, I’ll have a detail outside by door.” Although you didn’t think it was necessary, again, you weren’t going to argue with Hank. If you’d just trusted him in the beginning none of this would have happened, Strauss might even have been behind bars already, murders averted. Who knows, you and Hank might have even still been together...

You shook that thought out of your head as you climbed into the car next to Hank, pushing back your now damp hair. It wasn’t even 7 o’clock yet, you realised as you headed back towards your house, it was going to be a long day.

Hank drove in relative silence, besides the constant swish of the windscreen wipers. The man never even really put the radio on, but you could tell he had a lot on his mind as you pulled up outside your house, an unmarked squad already there as you got out, the driver nodding to Voight. “Take care of yourself Y/N, call me if there are any problems,” he told you, his tone one of concern.

“I will, just do what you can to catch this guy Hank,” you replied and he nodded, singular focus clear. He looked like he wanted to say more but thought better of it as you closed the door, his eyes never leaving you until you reached your front door, practically running to avoid getting wet. An officer left as you entered, Hank must have called a head for a sweep before you were allowed to enter You watched him drive away before you closed the door, double and then triple checking to make sure it was locked.

Okay, one thing at a time, you told yourself, putting away your coat and heading towards the kitchen. First, more coffee, you decided, then you’d think about what came next.

The pot was still heating up when your phone rang, it was Sylvie. You put it in between your shoulder and ear as you answered, bending down to route in your fridge for some cream.

“Oh good you answered, you’ve got to get back here as soon as you can, they’ve given me Chout,” she said straight away.

“Good morning to you too Brett,” you laughed, glad that no matter the situation, Sylvie Brett never changed.

She caught herself then and laughed too, apologising. “Sorry Y/N, good morning to you to, how are you? You got whisked away and we barely know what’s going on?” She rambled as you emerged victorious from the fridge. You quickly swapped hands with your phone as you made your drink, thinking about how to answer.

“It’s... complicated, what has Boden told you?” You figured the best place to start would be by figuring out what everyone knew.

“Not much, he said you were involved in a police investigation, this doesn’t have something to do with the murders yesterday does it?” She asked in alarm.

“Er, yeah, it does,” you answered as you heard her gasp, “but it’s fine really, I can’t get into it much, but I’m fine, Intelligence is on top of it,” you tried to reassure her.

“Well stay safe you know, we want you back in one piece,” she said and you smiled.

“Aw Sylvie, you always know just what to say,” you told her as you leaned back against your counter.

“What are friends for?” You heard her jump and close the ambo doors, the chatter of the squad table in the background comforting as she continued, “yeah well if you don’t get back soon I’m going to be stuck with Chout, so you’d better-” you both laughed but it was cut of by the ringing of your phone, you had another call coming through.

Moving your phone from your ear you saw the name ‘Jenny’ pop up on the screen... your waitress friend from Strauss’ restaurant.

“Everything okay?” You heard Sylvie ask, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah it’s all good, but I have another call that I have to take so we’ll talk soon alright?” You promised.

“Take care Y/N,” Sylvie said as you switched over.

What you heard next was not what you expected. Screaming. Your blood went cold.

“Help!” You heard from the other end, following by the sounds of crashing and scrambling. With a start you dropped your coffee mug and dashed to your front door where the squad car was stationed outside.

“Jenny? Jenny oh my god hold on, please talk to me, I’ll get help,” you said frantically, heart pounding - this had to be Strauss.

“Y/N! No! Please, no!” You heard her cry as you hurriedly unlocked your door, throwing it open and stepping into the pouring rain, the horrible pit in your stomach growing with every sound on the other end of the line.

“Stay with me Jenny,” you tried as you took a step outside, looking to where the unmarked car was. You didn’t want to dare hang up even to call Voight, but they could call him, they could trace the call somehow...

The doors were open- the car doors were wide open, and no one was inside.

A feeling of pure dread settled inside of you as froze in place a mere metre from your house. You could still here Jenny screaming as you panicked, attempting to take a step back to head inside your house, if you could just get back inside you could figure out what to do next.

But before you even made it have a step you felt one hand go around your waist, the other around your mouth, a cloth of some kind covering, stiffling the scream that tried to burst from your throat.

You thrashed with all your might, legs kicking and elbows jabbing as the phone fell from your hands, Jenny’s screams becoming hauntingly further away as your vision started to blur, your legs feeling heavier as you had no choice but to breath in the odour on the cloth. You were being drugged, you realised as the fight drained from you, the strong arms around you not loosening their grip as they pulled you away from your front door and down your steps.

The last thing you saw was a van door opening and you were hauled inside.

Someone would come for you, you thought, though it was more of a prayer as you started to drift away until you could just hear the clatter of rain on the van roof... Hank would come for you...

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kayywinchester · 4 years

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The Honest Truth

Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Word Count 1,895

Warnings: mention of surgery, brief mention of blood/bodily fluids, prescription drug use (not abuse), sibling teasing, brief mention of nudity, fluff.

Request: From @mrswinchester29: “Hi please can I have a winchester sister imagine where I have my wisdom teeth taken out and I'm loopy from the medicine and they boys ask me lots of questions to get an honest response ( who scratched baby , who ate the last slice of pie , who's my favourite brother ect) and I then admit I'm in love with jack and then jack and cas tell the boys to stop and the next morning we talk about it thanks and please can you tag me when it's done xx”

A/N: I hope this is mostly accurate. I didn’t have general anesthesia when I had my wisdom teeth removed, only local anesthesia. But, I’ve had several surgeries, and I know what it’s like to wake up from anesthesia/be on pain meds. So, I based this on my experiences. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated.

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Your brothers hovered over you, their stupid grins wider than you ever remember seeing them. The room was spinning, and… Sam had something in his teeth. You giggled and pointed, but the words didn’t quite come out as planned.

“Ha! Teethies!” you chuckled, leaning a little to the side. Damn anesthesia. Luckily someone had propped you up with pillows on each side, keeping you from falling face-first to the ground.

Dean nearly lost it as he beamed down at you. “Yes, sis. Sam has teeth—” He could barely keep from laughing. “And you’re missing a few now.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m missing my teeth?!” you shrieked through the rolled gauze that crowded your cheeks. Your hands flew to your face, instantly making contact with the ice pack that was tied around your head. You winced.

“No, Y/N. You had your wisdom teeth removed. They needed to come out,” Castiel reiterated. Where the hell did he come from?

“Dean squatted down in front of you and smiled. “Y/N, how do you feel right now?” he inquired without a hint on concern on his face.

“Uh, I feel fine,” you muttered, drooling a little onto your chin. Sam quickly wiped your chin with a paper towel.

“Any pain?”

You tried to shake your head, but everything began to spin. “Nope!”

“Good. I wouldn’t want my little sister hurting.” He was chuckling a little. You giggled with him, not quite sure what was so funny. But, just hearing his laugh made you laugh.

“I have a question, Y/N. Which one of us do you want to help take care of you until you feel better?” Dean interrogated with that usual grin. You looked between Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack, who stood behind everyone with a concerned gaze.

“Uh, Sam.” You answered bluntly. Dean scoffed and stood back up.

“Hey! I’m a great nurse!” he teased you. You shook your head a little.

“Sam’s nicer. He teases less,” you answered honestly. “He isn’t an asshole.” Everyone but you and Jack laughed.

“Hey! Be nice, Y/N,” Dean joked, rubbing your shoulder. “I’m not that bad.” He glanced over at Cas, then Sam. “But, I have to know, who stole my candy out of my desk drawer?” He smiled down at you.

You leaned back a little, then giggled. “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed in a muffled tone. You grinned. “That was me.”

Dean rolled your eyes and sighed. “I should have known.” Then, he leaned a little further in. “But what about the pie I bought last week? I put it in the fridge, but it was half gone the next morning.” He turned to Sam. “And Sam won’t eat lemon meringue.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yes, he does!” You sucked in a breath, exposing your blood-tinged gauze. “He shared with me.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he spun towards Sam. “You little fucking liar,” he snarled, shoving Sam’s shoulder. Sam swatted him.

“Dude, she’s drugged. She could be lying.” Dean shook his head, laughing.

“Oh, no. I remember when you got your wisdom teeth pulled. It was like you took a truth potion.” Dean smirked, then turned back to you.

“Alright, then.” Sam huffed, deciding to play along. “Did you steal my headphones? The good ones?” He folded his arms over his chest. “They’ve been missing for a few weeks now, and Dean has his own.”

You shook your head but couldn’t hold in the giggle. “Noooo,” you groaned. Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Yeeeees,” he countered. “I know you have them. I spotted them on your desk a few days ago.” His gaze narrowed.

“Fiiine, yes,” you confessed finally. One of your hands reached up, pressing the ice pack a little firmer against your skin.

Dean turned to Sam again and chuckled again. Sam smirked at his brother and nodded. “How about we have Cas be your nurse for the night?” Dean continued. “I’m sure you’d love to have Cas stare at you all night awkwardly from the corner of the room,” Dean teased, shooting Cas a smile. Cas didn’t return the gesture, not even offering a chuckle.

You frowned. “No, that’s creepy!” you grunted. “Sorry, love you Cas.” You nudged the irritated angel, who offered a half-smile. He was no fun.

Sam huffed a laugh. “What about Jack? Then he can stare at you all night.” You glanced over at the young half-angel, forcing your heart to race. Hmm, that wasn’t a bad idea.

“He’d see me naked when I change!” You drooled a little again, which Cas eventually wiped off your chin when Sam neglected to do so.

Dean’s eyebrow wiggled. “You don’t want Jack to see you naked?” he interrogated playfully, shooting Jack a quick glance. He looked away, his cheeks flushed.

You grinned as much as you could. “I wouldn’t mind. He’s the hot angel. Sorry, Cas.” Castiel’s eyes widened a little, but Jack’s eyes were like saucers. “Mmmm.”

You groaned a little as your jaw began to ache again. But, your brothers didn’t notice. They were too busy howling with laughter.

“Is that why you always want to be right next to him in the car? You wanna feel him against you—”

“That’s enough, Dean. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Cas commanded, taking a step towards you. His arm slipped under your armpit and lifted you onto your feet. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.”

“Oh, c’mon Cas! She knows it’s a joke! Were her brothers!” Dean argued, reaching for your other arm.

Jack blocked Dean’s reach, shooting him a dark scowl. “Leave her alone! She just had surgery. She needs to rest, not answer stupid questions!” Dean took a step back, his eyes locked on Jack. But, Jack stood his ground for another few moments, allowing Cas to pull you from the scene.

Sam sighed. “He’s right, Dean. She’s high as a kite on those pain meds.”

Dean huffed. “Fine, party pooper.” Then, your older brother turned away, rolling his eyes.

A few days later, you finally felt a lot better. You were able to eat normally again, and you weren’t in any more pain. And, best of all, your mind was clear.

Everyone other than Cas had left you alone for the last few days, giving you the silence you needed to rest. Sam occasionally texted you from his room to ask if you needed anything. But, other than that, they gave you space.

But today, you were ready to venture out into the rest of the bunker.

Your stomach growled reminding you that you were fucking starving. So, you headed for the kitchen in search of lunch.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you stopped dead in your tracks. Jack stood at the counter, leaning over something that he was dishing onto a plate.

Jack turned when he heard your footsteps, greeting you with a smile.

“Hi, Y/N.” He turned, revealing his plate with two slices of pizza. He glanced down at the plate, then back at you. “Would you like a slice of pizza? Dean ordered it yesterday, and there is a lot left over.” You smiled.

“Sure, Jack. Thanks.” You watched him slide his plate onto the counter.

“How are you feeling?” he inquired, grabbing another plate.

“Back to normal, thank goodness. I never knew that having a few teeth pulled was such an ordeal.” You accepted the plate of steaming pizza from Jack, nodding in thanks.

“Glad to hear.” He grabbed his plate and headed for the small kitchen table. “That medication really affected you.” You frowned as you took the seat across from him.

“Uh, yeah. I guess it did. I don’t really remember a whole lot.” You stared down at your pizza. “I don’t really like that stuff.”

Jack took a bite, then wiped his face. “You were… really honest about a lot of things. Your brothers, mostly Dean, asked you a lot of questions.”

“What type of questions?” you snapped, suddenly not hungry. Sam and Dean were always pranking you, and always wanted to find ways to humiliate you.

Jack’s cheeks reddened a little. “Well, they asked if you stole Sam’s headphones, and who ate Dean’s candy stash.” You giggled. Of freaking course they did.

“Well, that would explain where the headphones went.” You sighed, then finally took a bite of your pizza. “What else did they ask? What my laptop password was?”

Jack remained quiet for a moment, then sighed. “They asked you who you wanted to take care of you while you recovered. At first, you said Sam because Dean is an ‘asshole’. But, Dean teased you some more and, well, you said some things about me.” Your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

“What did I say?” you deadpanned. Jack placed his pizza crust onto his plate and swallowed thickly.

“You said that you wouldn’t mind me being your nurse and seeing you naked. And, you said I was the hotter angel.” His face was bright red at this point, and he was avoiding eye contact. You were almost certain that you were going to throw up the three bites of pizza you had taken. But, after a deep breath, you calmed yourself.

“I said that, huh? Wow. It’s amazing what we say when something is altering our minds.” You stared down at your chilling pizza, unable to move. Jack was smart enough to know that you were trying to make an excuse. He knew you meant everything you said on those meds. Plus, you were still coming down from anesthesia. That combo was like Professor Snape’s truth serum.

“Yeah, it sounded like you were telling the truth about everything else.” Okay, there was no getting out of this.

“I-I was, Jack. The honest truth. I don’t think I could have lied if I tried.” You lifted your head and met his gaze.

“You think I’m hot?” Jack asked. His voice was almost painfully innocent.

You smiled. “Among other things.”

“Like what?” Jack asked with a mouthful of pizza. He seemed interested, but abnormally nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Well, you’re kind and smart. Oh, and very supportive. I always feel like you have my back no matter what I’m trying to do.”

“I do.” Jack smiled up at you, a small amount of sauce plaguing his lip.

Your fingers toyed with the edge of your plate. “I know Jack. And that’s what I love about you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Your eyes widened painfully fast.

“W-What?”

Jack finished his last bite, then wiped his face. “I feel the same way you tdo. At least, the way I think you feel. You have romantic feelings for me, don’t you?” His striking blue eyes locked on yours. You felt oddly calm now, almost relieved.

“Yeah, Jack. I do.” His rosy lips curled into an amiable smile. You mimicked the gesture, reaching out your hand. He took it happily.

“It’s really nice to hear that from you when you’re not so… inebriated,” Jack confessed. You giggled, squeezing his hand.

“And it’s the honest truth,” you reassured him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, completely silent. You didn’t care what the next move was, or if anyone walked in. You just held Jack’s hand in yours, grateful for the honesty that pain medication forced out of you.

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anonsally · 4 years

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Days 79-82 of COVID-19 shelter-in-place

These have been four very intense days both globally and personally. This admittedly long post will focus more (but not exclusively) on the personal side of that.

Day 79 was Wednesday. I hadn’t had enough sleep, but I got up at a reasonable hour because I needed a ballet class. Before class started, I got a call from the medical center for scheduling a procedure I need to have done. That will be in 2 weeks, contingent on me testing negative for COVID-19 four days beforehand. I’m anxious about the procedure but will be glad to get it over with after several months of worry. Anyway, ballet class was good for calming me down.

It was hot out. I did my parents’ grocery shopping (and bought a few things for us) and then had a nice conversation with my dad when I dropped off his groceries. We talked about the state of the world. He told me about a city that had literally fired its entire police department and started over... which is what we probably need on a national level, with very few exceptions.

I refueled the car on the way home and got a predictably late start on my work day. Wife got two more job interviews scheduled at very different companies. I took a walk, spotting another Steller’s jay at the bird feeders. The jays are so much larger than the little birds who frequent the feeders!

I then went to try to buy milk, but the tiny independent market had closed early to enable the employees to get home before curfew. So I had to go to Trader Joe’s instead. By the time I got home I was somewhat demotivated about food prep, but luckily Wife pulled herself together and scrambled me an egg. I didn’t manage to get to bed till 1am, which was at least an hour later than I’d intended, but Wife was still up at 4am!

Day 80. I forced myself to get up at 8:30 since I knew I would need to go to bed early that night. I arranged to (video-)meet with my boss at 12:30. I started work around 11am or so and got a few thing done. The meeting with my boss was good--partly social, discussing how we were coping with the situation and working from home, what we missed about the office, and such, but we also talked about what I’ve been working on. She reminded me that the study section reviewing my grant application will be meeting this month, so I will have to remember to check my scores.

Afterwards we had a meeting with a few other coworkers, which was fairly productive. I had a short “coffee break” video call with a colleague, too. The county-wide curfew was lifted a day early.

After work, I took a walk in a direction I hadn’t gone in a while. Was heartened to see Black Lives Matter signs even in cul-de-sacs in a wealthy, mainly white neighborhood. I picked up takeout for dinner, and did a bunch of Adulting in the early evening, including preparing for the next morning. I was in bed by 10:45pm.

Day 81. My alarm got me up at 5am, and we left at 6am. We got to the medical center on time at 7am and I went in (Wife was not allowed to accompany me, but had to be there to drive me home; there was a separate room across the street for visitors to wait in, which was good because it was suddenly very cold outside). Initially, there was a lot of waiting, during which I did a little bit of yoga and dancing as I knew I would not be able to move much for the rest of the day. I was there for a diagnostic procedure involving a needle (for data privacy reasons I won’t get more specific here; it’s unrelated to the procedure I’m having in 2 weeks), which required me to remain horizontal for 4 hours afterwards, at least according to the information they’d given me beforehand. I had to be fasting from midnight the night before: no food or drink, including water.

Eventually I was wheeled down to the ultrasound department, where the doctor who planned to do the procedure met me and the radiologists. However, when they looked at the images, there were a lot of vessels around. The doctor did not feel confident that she could do the procedure based on a mark on my skin without accidentally hitting a blood vessel. So she asked the radiologists to do it as an ultrasound-guided procedure, which would be safer since they would be able to see what they were doing on the ultrasound. This procedure was done with only local anaesthetic. Mostly I couldn’t feel what was going on, and it was supposed to be very quick, but unfortunately, the resident had a lot of trouble--the senior radiologist was trying to guide him through doing, but he couldn’t get the needle positioned quite right, and in the end the senior radiologist had to do it herself. It was pretty uncomfortable and there were some moments where it was quite painful. I tried to breathe deeply and stay relaxed, but it was hard. When they finally got it to work, it was over pretty quickly. I was relieved. It was about 11am by then.

However, I had to spend an hour in a large recovery room with many other patients, while my blood pressure and pulse were monitored. I had expected to have the procedure done upstairs in the room where I’d started, where I had left all my stuff. They very kindly sent someone up to retrieve my phone for me so I could at least text Wife and my parents so they would know the worst of it was over.

After an hour I was wheeled upstairs and transferred from the gurney to a bed (this took 3 people as I was not allowed to stand up yet) for more monitoring. They drew my blood to test my blood counts; I was going to be allowed to leave after only 2 hours of bed rest if the counts were stable. After the 2 hours, I was allowed to get up and use the bathroom (and grab the crossword puzzles from my backpack to work on), and then I continued resting while waiting first for the blood counts, which finally came back fine, and then for the discharge papers, which took an unreasonably long time. Around 2pm the nurse finally allowed me to have some ice--hoorah! (I was parched. I normally drink at least 2 liters of water per day.) At 2:40pm I was cleared to leave; I texted Wife, who went to get the car and picked me up at the entrance to the hospital at about 3pm.

Literally every single person on the hospital staff was kind and friendly. They all introduced themselves to me by name, including the people whose job it was to simply wheel me from one place to another, and they all seemed to be invested in my well-being. When I was being wheeled through the hallway, whenever we passed anyone else who worked there they smiled and said hello both to me and to the person in charge of transporting me. It seemed like everyone working really considered themselves a team, with respect for everyone regardless of place in the hospital hierarchy. Since, like all patients during this pandemic, I was there alone and a bit anxious, it made the experience much less unpleasant than it could have been.

I spent 8 hours in the hospital, so I really hope I didn’t catch COVID-19, but the procedures seemed pretty good. I was wearing a mask almost all the time (except in the room where I was waiting at the beginning and end, which was essentially private), as were all the employees, and everyone was sanitising their hands every time they entered or exited a room or touched any equipment. I also didn’t spend the whole time with any one person. So, hopefully it was safe.

I spent the rest of the afternoon vedging out at home, rehydrating, and finally eating, and I went to bed earlier than usual though later than I expected, around 12:15am.

Day 82. I wanted to try to get a lot of sleep so my body could heal from yesterday’s ordeal, so today I slept till about 10am. The wound from the procedure is tender to the touch and there’s a small bruise near it, but otherwise I’m not in pain from it. Except my ankle is in more pain than it’s been in for ages, and I have no idea why. Maybe I slept on it funny? Or maybe it’s an aftereffect of the weird position I had to hold during the procedure.

I think my joy at getting to eat cereal this morning was perhaps a bit over-the-top!

Wife had a bad headache today, likely caused by neck tension from all the driving yesterday. I am still pretty tired today, despite all the sleep, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

We went to the farmers’ market and stumbled upon a socially-distanced, family-friendly protest. A friend of mine was there with her kids, but I didn’t see her. We bought our produce--though I had to make an extra trip back to the car to drop off my purchases, as I am not supposed to lift anything heavy today. The stand with the curried fish had run out, but they still had some uncooked prepped fish, so we bought that and they explained how to steam it at home. We came home and cooked the fish and ate it for lunch; it was just as good as it would’ve been if they’d cooked it. Phew! Other than that we’ve been relaxing at home, though Wife did gather her energy and go for a run, which has helped to relieve her headache a little (as has the bath she took afterwards, and the painkillers she took).

I’m hoping to feel up to taking a dance class (online) tomorrow.

#personal #dance #birdwatching #Health Care #food #even though there is no picture of food here #black lives matter #epidemiology #activism #tl;dr

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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A/N: This chapter is a little shorter, but I think I’m going to stop strictly writing every chapter of a story at 3k words, I’ve found it really restricting. It’s 2.4k. Also, keep sending in your thoughts of who you want the romantic relationship to be with in this story, I want to make sure I’m writing something that you guys are interested in reading.

LOST IN TRANSLATION ↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER THREE ↳You prepare for your first day of actually teaching at the school, and are let in on a well-kept secret.

The nurse’s house was small and cozy, and you were sure one day in the near future you’d go around and explore all the nooks and crannies and details that made it special, but for now you were just trying not to fall asleep in your soup.

He had insisted pretty much the second you got in his car and went to thank him for letting you stay that you should call him Jimin, not Nurse Park, and that was fine with you. It felt more comfortable living with a ‘Jimin’ than a ‘Nurse’.

In fact, comfortable was certainly a word you were beginning to associate with him in general. He blasted the heaters the whole way home, spoke softly and slowly, introduced you to his cuddly cat Miso, sat you down on his couch with a blanket while he heated up some beef broth, and was now walking you through a welcome package he had prepared.

“My house doesn’t have very good heating, so I got you some bed socks and a heat pad. Heat pads are very popular here in Korea, do you know what they are?” You nod with a soft smile, a little overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness. “Oh, good! This one is for the microwave, too, so you can use it over and over again. Next I got you a SIM card, it’s got 500 texts a month and 1GB of data, hopefully that’s enough, and here is an adaptor, I googled what plugs they use in your country and got an adaptor so you can plug your stuff in to our walls, and then here’s some traditional Korean candy, I thought you might like to try some, this flavor is my favorite, actually, but the most popular one is…”

You could cry with how kind he’s being, and it sure is tempting, but you bury it down with a spoonful of salty, rich broth and resort to thanking him profusely every time he pauses to take a breath.

Once he collects up all the gifts into a little basket, he stands back up and holds a hand out to you. “You must be tired, I’ll show you around quickly and you can have a sleep if you want. I need to get back to work, I’m sorry.”

“Of course!” You put the empty bowl down on the table and take his hand with your non-sprained one, letting him tug you upright and lead you down the hall.

“Clearly, this is the living room, just across there is the kitchen and dining room, and let’s go down the hall, I’ll show you the rest. Okay, bathroom, toilet, laundry. I’m sorry, but I only have one bathroom, so we’ll need to share.”

“Oh, it’s fine! Thank you.”

He beams at you, cheeks puffing out, and places a hand on your back. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m very happy you’re here.”

You blush at that comment and allow him to point out his bedroom quickly before opening the door to your room, directly across the hallway from his.

“I know it’s not much, but I’ve put the heater in here and given you some extra blankets too. I bought a desk and bookcase from the secondhand store, so hopefully they should be okay. Let me know if you need anything else.”

You shake your head. “This is…very much. You are very nice, Jimin.”

He deflects the compliment with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. I need to go back to the school now, but help yourself to anything in the kitchen, have a shower or a bath if you want, have a sleep. Wi-Fi password is written on the fridge.”

You expect him to take his leave and lock the door behind you since he was probably already missing more time than he should, but before he turned away, he pulled you into a quick hug.

He’s barely taller than you, and when he takes you in his arms his chin tucks into the side of your neck, so that you can feel the vibration in his throat on your skin. “I’m really glad you’re here, honestly.”

He pulls away, red-faced, and quickly dashes down the hallway, snatching his keys off the table and shutting the door firmly behind him.

You stand, still in your bedroom, bewildered. You didn’t realize Koreans were that quick to be so friendly, or maybe it was just him.

At any rate, your jet-lagged brain was too filled with cotton to do anything but collapse on the single bed and fall into a deep sleep.

“Wake up, wake up!”

You groan at the cheery voice and let out a yawn, eyes still squeezed firmly shut. “No, not yet. Give me five more minutes.”

A pause. “Uh, I don’t understand what you said, but you should probably get up.”

Wait. Who was that? You huff slowly out your nose as the events of the past day catch up on you. The plane, the school, the other teachers. Jimin’s house.

Your eyes shoot open. “Oh, I’m sorry! Why- uh what, what time is it?”

You sit yourself up, rubbing at your eyes and squinting in the bright bedroom light. Jimin’s sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at you, wearing raggedy plaid pajamas. His hair is matted down on one side and sticking up on the other like he’s just woken up. He smiles serenely down at you. “It’s just after half past six, I thought you might need some time to get ready this morning. I usually leave home at 7:30.”

You sigh and it morphs into another yawn. You slept for over 12 hours? Jet lag really had it out for you. You went to reply but were cut off by the unmistakable sound of your stomach grumbling noisily.

Jimin grins cheekily at the way you blush. “I’ll make breakfast for us while you get dressed.”

“Yes, thank you.” You wait until he leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind him, before getting up to put some work-appropriate clothes on, still thudding around like a zombie.

One suede skirt and linen blouse later, you pad out to the kitchen, hearing more than one voice. Jimin has his back to you, stirring at a steaming pot on the stove, and a man you vaguely recognize from yesterday sitting at the table.

The young man glances up when you approach slowly and flashes you a toothy smile. “Ah, sleeping beauty! You ready to eat?”

You nod and laugh awkwardly, not wanting to admit you had forgotten his name. He scooted his chair over to give you room and you sat down. “Do you be here? Um, you live here?”

Jimin scoffed, beginning to plate up three bowls of a creamy looking porridge. “Basically.” He held a bowl in each hand, cradling the third against his chest, and joined them at the table. “Jungkook lives next door, but he’s always coming here for free food and a ride to the school,” he clarified.

You nodded. “Oh, I understand.” You let Jimin hand out the bowls, Jungkook taking his from Jimin and immediately digging in like an animal, and you giving Jimin an awkward little head-bow upon receiving yours.

The porridge is hot but thick, almost gelatinous, and it’s got a hint of something savory in it. Unlike anything you’ve tried before, but quite effective in warming and filling your stomach for the day. “You cook well, Jimin,” you compliment.

He blushes and fiddles with his spoon, eyes squinting into crescents. “Ah, thank you, Y/n, I’m glad someone appreciates me.” He throws Jungkook a playful glare. “I think I like her much better than you already, she’s so polite. You might have to find a new hyung if you don’t start being more grateful.”

Jungkook ignores him and leans over to you, stage-whispering conspiratorially. “I know you’re just being nice because he’s giving you a place to stay. If you get sick of him, you can always come over and stay with me.”

“This kid,” Jimin interjects, “he couldn’t take care of a dead frog long enough to dissect it! Don’t listen to him.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and rocks back on the legs of his chair. “For the last time, it was meant to turn that color! Basic biology, I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

“Jungkook, I went to medical school.”

“You didn’t go to medical school for frogs!”

Jimin finishes his bowl and chucks the spoon down with a dramatic shake of his head. “I fear for the children, Jung-ah, I really do.”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, but it’s almost 7:30.”

In perfect time, their heads shot towards the clock on Jimin’s wall and they swore, rushing to the kitchen to dump their plates.

Apparently, on a Tuesday, there were three English classes, but the first period was free, so you were quickly herded to the staffroom, which you hadn’t seen earlier but was in the back of the reception room, by Jimin before he left to go start working.

The staffroom was basically a little kitchenette and a couple couches, but the heater was on blast and they had a little container of hot chocolate powder in the coffee and tea cabinet, so you were happy.

As you got yourself settled, you were prepared for forty-five minutes of sitting alone and doing nothing, but just as you took your first delightful sip of hot chocolate, the door opened and in walked one of the other teachers.

You remember him as the one who openly insulted your Korean level in front of his whole class and the principal, and he makes no effort to smile at you as he drearily makes himself a black coffee and slumps down on the couch opposite.

“You aren’t teaching?” you offer up nervously when the awkward silence becomes too much for you.

He gives you a droll look. “Of course I’m teaching. That’s why I’m here instead of in my classroom.”

You pout into your hot chocolate. “Maybe that is why children hating math. Their teacher is so grumpy.”

His lip twitches and he pokes his tongue into the side of his mouth. “Maybe if I could understand what you were saying, I’d be able to respond to it.”

You huff petulantly. “You speak English and then you know it’s hard and not be mean.”

He raises a lazy eyebrow, taking a slow drag of his coffee. “Wow, what an inspiring lesson for the children. Learn English and you won’t be mean anymore. Unfortunately, it hasn’t worked for me.”

You close your mouth after it had been hanging open. “I agree. I think you are just the Grinch or Scrooge.”

You’re shocked when, instead of a glare, he laughs openly, exposing a surprisingly cute gummy smile. He composes himself quickly, levelling his dark eyebrows at you. “You should be nicer to your elders, you know. What if Principal Kim heard you speaking to me like that?”

“Principal Kim already knows,” you answer confidently, “he is agreeing with me about you.”

Teacher Min shakes his head one last time and stands up, finishing his coffee in two lazy gulps and leaves the dirty cup in the sink, ignoring the laminated sign that explicitly read ‘do not leave dirty dishes in the sink, use the dishwasher’.

He turns back to you with a cheeky glimmer in his eyes. “Do me a favor, ask the English teacher about Rap Monster.”

You frown. “What?”

He just taps the side of his nose. “He’ll know.”

Very shortly after the math teacher took his leave, the door was bursting open again, this time revealing the energetic phys ed teacher with a look of caution in his eyes. “Is he gone?”

“Who?”

“Teacher Min, has he left yet?”

You nod with a confused look on your face. “Yes. Why?”

His face relaxes and he grins at you as he makes his way over to the small fridge. “I have a bet with Seokjin.”

“What is this word, bet?”

His voice is muffled as he roots around in the fridge. “It’s like a challenge. If I do the challenge, I get a prize, but if I fail, Principal Kim gets the prize. Ah!” He emerges triumphantly holding a bulky plastic box with a padlock dangling from it.

“What is that?” you ask incredulously.

“Yoongi, sorry, teacher Min’s snack stash.”

“With that thing on it?”

“The lock?” Teacher Jung beams at you and produces a key. “Don’t worry, I found this in his desk in the math room.”

You bite your lip, watching him jimmy off the lock and open up the box to reveal a little lunchbox of leftovers, meat, vegetables, rice. “But why?”

Hoseok sifts through, pulling out some skewers of meat to begin chewing on, still cold. He talks through a mouthful. “If I eat Yoongi’s lunch every day for two weeks without him realizing who it is, Principal Kim is going to give me a raise.”

You watch him chow down on the math teacher’s lunch with a befuddled expression. “He is paying you more money for you steal food from another teacher?”

Teacher Jung swallowed. “Yes.”

“I think that is maybe a mean thing.”

He gives you a soft smile but wastes no time before diving into the next thing, a little tub of rice. “Don’t worry, I bring some food from home for him to have. It’s not about stealing his lunch, it’s about stealing his lunch without getting caught. It’s very exciting.”

He holds a pair of chopsticks out to you and you shake your head, although you are beginning to see the humor of it. “How long have you do this already?”

“Today is Day 7,” he declares proudly, “only three to go. Although, he is starting to get clever.” A thought occurs to him and he furrows his brows. “You can’t tell teacher Min! Nobody else knows except me, Seokjin, and you now. I’m trusting you.”

You nod dutifully. “I have your secret.”

He grins. “Good. Anyway, ho-”

He’s interrupted by the clanging of a far-off bell signaling the end of class. “You have English now, right?” he asked. “You should probably get going. Do you need me to take you there?”

You stand up and put your cup in the dishwasher. “I think I am good, thank you. Goodbye.”

He waves you off cheerily, attention already half-taken up by putting the padlock back on the box and returning it to the fridge completely empty. As you walked out the door, you saw him pull out a plain lunchbox with a post-it note on top that read ‘for Yoongi, got you again!’ in extremely careful, nondescript handwriting, shoving it in the fridge in front of the empty box.

You’re grinning to yourself all the way to your first class of the year.

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shels-kpop-main · 5 years

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Moments, pt. 4 (Roger Taylor x reader)

Word Count: 2524

Warnings: See below.

A/N: Hey everyone. Just a warning, the angst in this one is more like heartbreak. I’ve mentioned to a few people that I myself lost my dad recently. Just like Joe, and just like the main character/reader in this story. This was a hard chapter to write. I cried a lot. But I think there’s a wealth of emotional depth that can be tapped into with the subject of losing a parent, so I didn’t want to shy away from it. Trigger warning if you have ever lost a parent. Trigger warning for taking someone off life support. This chapter is a heart wrenching one, but I promise things will be much easier in the next chapter. And remember, if you ever want to talk to someone about your struggles, I will always listen. Alright. I love you guys. Let’s get this out of the way.

It was almost dark when you woke up. The side of your face was wet and it leaked over onto the pillowcase. Whether the water was from tears or drool, you weren’t sure. But you wiped your face and got up, feeling even more exhausted than you had before. Roger nearly fell onto your legs when you pulled your bedroom door open. You jumped back in surprise, as he struggled to sit himself up. “What are you doing?” You asked, out of pure confusion. Roger got up and brushed off his pants, red in the face. “You seemed upset, so I… I, uh…” He trailed off, realizing in that moment that he didn’t have a plan or even a real reason to be there. “I just…waited. Here,” he finished, awkwardly gesturing at the spot on the floor he’d just occupied. You folded your arms, almost amused. “Right. Okay. Well, I’m hungry so I was gonna go fix some dinner.” You moved past him, shoulders brushing his, and started off down the stairs. Roger traipsed down behind you. He reminded you of a Golden Retriever following its human.

“We picked up loads of stuff at the market this week,” Roger sounded chipper. You hated it. “Surely we’ll find something we can make into a meal.” “We?” You asked him. He shrugged sheepishly as you walked through the living room. You looked at the fireplace, and felt momentarily better. “Well, I mean, you. If you’d like to cook for two.” “And what will you do?” You asked, more out of interest than interrogation. Roger gestured widely to himself, grinning. “Keep you company, of course,” he replied. You rolled your eyes, but smiled. Roger was happy with this, and spent the next hour talking your head off as you made grilled cheese sandwiches and steamed vegetables. He talked about everything under the sun—his favorite moments from their last tour, his new car, how much he hated Brian’s latest song. And you listened to all of it. Because he was fun to watch. Without your camera in hand, you could take time to just focus on Roger’s presence. His expressions, hand movements, even the slight changes in his vocal intonations as he went from subject to subject. You were giving him a muted smile as he ranted about some magazine that had given Queen a less-than-stellar review. But you stared at him too long, and Roger was interrupted by the smell of vegetables burning. “Is that supposed to be burning?” “Damn it!” You nearly shouted, lifting the pan off the stove to cool down. Roger just laughed as you stirred through the charred remains of what would have undoubtedly been the healthiest thing he’d put in his body all week. You grumbled, sifting through the burned veggies to salvage any that you could. “Should pay closer attention, love,” Roger smirked. “Shut up,” you retorted, smacking Roger on the shoulder with a dish towel. Roger mocked you with feigned offense, whining that you’d hurt him. You giggled and smacked him again, as he took off around the counter. He clutched at his shoulder dramatically as you laughed, still chasing him through the kitchen with the towel. When you were sure you had him cornered between the counter and the wall, Roger reached out and yanked the towel from your hands. You weren’t quick to let go of it, however, and you fell forward when he jerked. You all but knocked him over, laughing the whole way. But Roger expected you to put up a fight, and he reached out to steady you. You were sure that his fingers brushing along the gap between your sweater and your jeans was no accident. But you liked it, and you didn’t move away from him right away. You separated yourself from him after a moment of laughter by gently pushing against his chest. He was still holding the towel, and slung it over his shoulder. You turned away from him, focusing again on the meal you were trying to prepare. Your cheeks were a light tinge of pink, and you were glad Roger couldn’t see. You flushed easily, and you knew Roger wasn’t going to let it go without making fun of you at least a little. You slid the sandwiches out of their pan, and set them down next to the small pile of vegetables that weren’t burned. You shoveled all of these veggies onto Roger’s plate, handing it to him. He pulled the towel from his shoulder and looked at the food in disgust. “You want me to eat those? By myself?” Roger wrinkled his nose, and you pushed the plate closer to him. “Yes. There’s not that many. Besides, I think it must have been weeks since you’ve eaten a vegetable.” “What even is this,” Roger muttered bitterly, sifting through the contents of his plate. “Carrots, cauliflower…squash?” “Zucchini,” you corrected him, handing him a napkin. “You should know, you bought it.” “Nah, love, that was all Brian.” “At least one of you cares about your own diet.” “He only eats healthy cause he has to. He won’t eat meat,” Roger retorted. You got yourself a sandwich and sat next to him at the bar. The two of you munched on your dinners in silence. For all of Roger’s complaining about the healthy part of his meal, he ate his vegetables quickly. “You know, those weren’t half bad,” he admitted, after clearing his plate. You rolled your eyes. “I’m a decent cook, when I’m paying attention,” you said wryly. Roger grinned, picking up your plates and bringing them to the sink. You joined him as he washed them. Or tried to; it was clear Roger hadn’t done many chores in his life. You folded your arms, leaning against the counter. Roger’s shoulder almost brushed yours every time he reached over to put a plate or fork on the drying rack. But you zoned out, remembering the events of the afternoon. Y/N Playing with Dad You weren’t sure which film the label was referring to—you probably hadn’t seen it. Your parents made an excessive number of home movies throughout your childhood, and there had never been enough time for you watch them all. Still, the title was enough to drop a rock into your stomach. Not seeing it was almost worse than having to actually watch it. Roger glanced up at you as he finished the dishes. You were lost in thought, arms still folded. Roger didn’t like the way your brows furrowed. You almost looked on the verge of tears again. It made him uneasy seeing you that way. Roger looked around, eyes searching for a distraction. The only things in front of him were a fake decorative plant, a drying rack full of dishes, and a sink still filled to the brim with soapy water. He came up with something that was sure to either annoy you or make you laugh. He stuck one finger into the soap suds and picked up a small scoop of bubbles. Then, without warning, he touched your nose, leaving the bubbles there. You frowned, looking down your nose at the shiny, white suds. Then, you started laughing. Roger was relieved as you laughed so hard you almost cried. You were amused that the only thing he thought to do was to stick soap bubbles to your nose. You wiped your face with a towel, smiling at him and shaking your head. “Cute,” you muttered with light-hearted sarcasm. But your face fell again, because you couldn’t help it. You thought of your dad, and how much you missed him. And your heart broke a little bit. Roger turned to face you, frowning. “Hey,” he said softly. But you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. “Please look at me,” he pleaded, in that same hushed tone. You looked up at the ceiling, then finally to him. “How can I fix it?” “Oh, Rog,” you grimaced, reaching up to brush his cheek with your fingers. He smiled at the touch. “You can’t fix it,” you told him, defeated. Roger shook his head. “Well, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, pulling your hand back to your side. “Hey, you can tell me. I won’t judge. We’re friends, y’know?” You looked at Roger again, a sense of apprehension creeping up inside you. “Jim didn’t tell any of you why I’m here?” Roger was taken aback by the question. “Well, no. Not really. He just said you were here because you needed to get away from family stuff. The same thing he said yesterday when I asked.” You hesitated. Roger had asked about you yesterday? He cared enough to check on you, especially with Jim? He knew Jim was wary of him because of his reputation. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. You pressed on, swallowing the lump in throat. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to explain your circumstances, but it was never easy. “I’m here because… Because I lost my dad last year. And I had to get out of Texas. Out of the country, really. Just…away from there. Where it happened.” You rubbed your face as Roger took in the gravity of your words. He lifted his arms to hug you, but you crossed the kitchen before he could reach you. “So, anyway. That’s my deal,” you gestured at yourself, not knowing where to go from there. Roger walked up to you, looking upset. “I’m sorry,” he replied. You shook your head at him. “Don’t,” you warned, tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “Don’t pity me. I’m doing alright. I’m working through it.” Roger nodded, biting his lip. “What happened yesterday? If I can ask?” “My mom sent me some old home movies. One of them was about my dad.” “Oh,” was all he could come up with. “I haven’t watched it,” you told him. “I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it.” “That makes sense,” Roger acknowledged. You rubbed your arms, suddenly cold. Roger went to grab a blanket out of a basket by the door. You let him bring it to you, and threw it around yourself. “I don’t want to talk about this any more,” you said firmly. “I’ve had enough heavy talk for one day.” “’S alright with me, love,” Roger responded. He scrunched his face up in thought for a moment, then grinned at you. “We could build another fire?” His tone was mischievous. Your heart did a somersault in place, and you giggled without meaning to. “Sure, that sounds good.”

“Where is everyone?” You asked as the two of you trotted across the lawn. Roger shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Dunno. Probably drinking in the house.” Your heart sank at the notion of having to share Roger for the evening. You felt better being around him, and didn’t want the relief to end. But, as if reading your mind, Roger piped up. “If they’re too noisy, we can always make a fire back in the barn. There’s a fireplace by the kitchen as well.” He smiled at you when he said it, and something akin to hope fluttered in your chest. You almost hoped the guys would be too rowdy, forcing you and Roger to go back to the more secluded barn. Lower chance of someone interrupting you. Roger threw open the front door and held it for you. “Look at you, so chivalrous,” you mocked him, grinning. Roger nodded at you with fake seriousness. “Chivalry is my middle name, love.” Your laughter was interrupted by voices upstairs. You and Roger exchanged glances, nonverbally agreeing to check it out. You led the way up the steps, pulling your blanket snugly around you. Roger followed you, reaching out to steady you when you stepped on the edge of the blanket and slipped. His fingers splayed across your hip sparked a blush in your cheeks that made you once again glad Roger couldn’t see your face. When you reached the top step, you took in the sight in front of you. Your uncle, along with Paul, Brian, Freddie, Deacy, and a couple others, all sat around an old film projector. You had nearly forgotten the day’s events, and it took you a moment to register what they were all looking at. An old home movie. You recognized the movie type right away. The setting was familiar, too. It was the backyard of your childhood home in Dallas. The home your mother had just moved out of. Then, you heard a familiar voice, as a figure entered the frame. Roger saw it at the same moment you did. Your vision blurred as you recognized the form and features of your late father. Roger put two and two together, looking from the film to you wildly. The world tilted on edge, and you swayed on your feet. Dad was holding a tiny version of you in his arms, happy and laughing. You vaguely remembered his green jumper as he waved to the camera, beaming with pride. The next thing flashing across your mind’s eye was the day he died. You recalled the beige hospital walls, running past nurses to find your dad, reaching his room. Rounding the corner to find your mom and a few doctors hovering over a body that didn’t look like his. You weren’t sure right away if he was even still alive. But he was, because the doctors kept telling you there was no way he could be alive any more. That no one could survive a car wreck like that. They waited as you and your mom made the decision to say goodbye. They watched in detached silence as the monitor went into a flatline after all the tubes and vents had been disconnected. They watched as your heart shattered into a million pieces there on that stupid beige floor. “Why would you play this?” It took you a moment to recognize the strained voice saying those words as your own. Jim opened his mouth to frantically explain, but you couldn’t hear him. The sight of him was the last thing you remembered from that night. Roger reached out towards you again as the ground rushed up to meet you.

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imjustthemechanic · 5 years

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Glockenspiel

Part 1/? - Transmission Part 2/? - The Sandhill Hotel Part 3/? - Piccadilly Part 4/? - The Future Part 5/? - Too Late Part 6/? - The Mystery of the Missing Time Machine Part 7/? - Underway Part 8/? - The Sierra Bunker Part 9/? - Cross-Country Part 10/? - The Pit Part 11/? - Calls for Help

The driver of the blue car appeared to be in his early thirties. He was wearing a red flannel over a black t-shirt emblazoned with some kind of coat of arms and the nonsense word Gryffindor, and his hair, which was in bad need of a trim, went in every direction at once. He looked over his shoulder at the stuff piled in his back seat. “You may have to move some stuff but if you can find room, sure, hop in. I’m only going as far as Badger, though.”

“As long as there’s a telephone,” said Peggy. “And a shoe store.”

They opened the back doors and began moving the boxes around. These were very heavy, and felt like they contained mostly paper – the driver helped them move the two biggest into the passenger’s seat in the front, while the smaller one stayed in the back, with Peggy and Howard strapping themselves in on either side of it. When they bumped into it, something inside clinked, as though it were full of glass bottles.

“Careful with that,” the driver warned them. “I’ve got some samples in there – if you break one it’s gonna stink to high heaven.”

“It does smell kinda sulfury in here,” Howard observed, shutting the door.

“Sorry about that. I smell it all the time, so I’m used to it,” the driver replied. He pulled out onto the road again, the windshield wipers pumping rhythmically back and forth. “Where were you two headed?”

“We’re not sure yet,” said Peggy. “We don’t really know where we are.”

“About ten miles south of the border with Montana,” said the driver. “If you go…”

“Heads down!” Peggy told Howard. They both ducked, and a brown truck passed them. Peggy couldn’t see whether it had damage to the front bumper, but she wasn’t going to risk it. She waited until the truck was well ahead of them before she sat up again.

“What was that all about?” asked the driver.

“I… don’t know if I want to tell you,” said Peggy. “We’re still not sure the last person who helped us hasn’t gotten in trouble for it.”

“Oh,” he said. “Ignorance is bliss, I guess.”

It took them about two hours of driving in steady, heavy rain to reach the small town of Badger, Wyoming. On the way, since Peggy and Howard didn’t want to talk about what they were doing, the driver chatted to them instead. He told them his name was Kevin Tran, and that he was a microbiologist who studied sulfur-loving organisms that lived in hot springs a few miles to the west of where he’d picked them up. Howard was quite intrigued by the idea of creatures, even microscopic ones, that could live in boiling, sulfurous water, and asked dozens of questions, while Peggy kept her eyes on the road, watching out for anybody who appeared to be following them.

At around one in the afternoon, with the rain finally letting up, they reached the town. It barely deserved the name. There were only two streets, and most of the buildings were either motels, restaurants, or tour companies. During the off-season it was probably all but deserted, but at the moment there were people everywhere, which made Peggy feel much better. As long as there were plenty of witnesses around, she and Howard ought to be fine.

“You mentioned a shoe store,” Kevin said, pulling into a small plaza arranged around a car park. There were only three shops: one selling souvenirs, one advertising cellular phone repairs, and one offering athletic and hiking equipment. “This should have something, although they’ll charge you an arm and a leg.”

“What about a telephone?” asked Peggy.

“The service can be kind of spotty,” said Kevin. “If you go over by the Three Bears Motel, that’s where the tower is, and you can usually get a good signal there.”

“No, I meant a pay telephone,” she clarified.

“Oh.” Kevin had to think about it. Peggy supposed that in a world where everybody seemed to have a personal telephone on them all the time, pay phones might well have become redundant. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “You might find one at the Roxxon station.”

That would have to do. Peggy opened the door to climb out of the car. “Thank you very much, Dr. Tran. You’re a lifesaver.” He needn’t know how literally she meant that.

“Anytime,” Kevin replied with a smile. “If you’re ever back in that area come on up to the springs and see me. My friend Leah is a ranger up there – she knows all the best birdwatching spots.”

“That’s very kind,” said Peggy, “but I doubt we’ll make it back here in your lifetime.”

In the athletic supply shop, Peggy bought herself a pair of comfortable trainers. They were, indeed, absurdly expensive, but no more so than anything else in this future. With that done, they crossed the street to the petrol station Kevin had pointed out, and asked for a phone. The clerk directed them behind the building, where there was a single booth that clearly hadn’t been used in some time – there was an actual spiderweb clinging to the receiver. Peggy evicted the web’s maker, and put some coins in the slot.

Toulouse had told them they needn’t memorize her telephone number, because they could save it in their own phones. Peggy hadn’t trusted that at the time, and now she was very glad she hadn’t. She punched in the number.

The phone only got halfway through the first ring, and then there was a breathless, “hello?”

“Hello,” said Peggy. “Toulouse?”

“Oh my god… Peggy!” Toulouse said. “Are you all right? I’ve been calling you since yesterday. I sent like fifty texts. Is Howard all right? What happened?”

“We’re fine, Toulouse,” Peggy assured her. “Calm down. We’re fine, we just lost our phones.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes. I’ll explain later. For now, I need you to listen to me. We’ve had a bit of a problem.”

“We’ve got all kinds of problems!” Toulouse said. Despite Peggy’s attempts to soothe her, the panic in her voice was rising. “That’s why I’ve been trying to get in touch with you. I went looking for that apocalypse bunker under the hotel, like I said, and it’s there, but it’s not an apocalypse bunker. It’s more like Area 51!”

Peggy’s heart sank. She didn’t know what Area 51 was – probably something that hadn’t yet existed in 1948 – but she did know in her gut that it was very, very bad. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“I figured the password would be Junior’s birthday, because that’s what Daddy uses for everything,” Toulouse said. “And it was, so I got in, and there’s all these big rooms down there. I guess some of them are apocalypse bunker, because there’s bunk beds and canned food and gold bars and stuff, but there’s this big room with all these freezers with dead aliens, and weird paintings, and boxes of these weird glowing crystals…”

Peggy straightened up a little. “Glowing crystals, you say?”

“Yeah, hundreds of them! And…”

“Bloody hell,” Peggy murmured. She wasn’t sure how dead aliens and gold bars fit into it, but clearly the bunker under the hotel was where they should have gone after all. At least they’d survived long enough to get there. “Toulouse,” she said.

“I don’t know what to do!” Toulouse said. “I can’t go back to the hotel knowing all that stuff is in there…”

“Toulouse,” Peggy repeated. “Take a deep breath and listen to me. Have you called your family about this?” She hoped not. Whatever was going on, the Sandhill men were clearly deeply embroiled in it.

“Not yet,” Toulouse said miserably. “They’d think I was crazy, and anyway I didn’t want anybody to know I’d been in there, anybody at all, before I told you. Last time I called Daddy about it and when we went back it was all gone.”

“All right, good,” said Peggy. “Don’t call them. Where are you right now?”

“I’m in the parking lot at a Burger King,” Toulouse replied miserably. “Where are you?”

“We’re at a petrol station in Badger, Wyoming, on the east side of Yellowstone Park,” said Peggy. “We need to get back to Los Angeles.” They had to have a look in that bunker.

“I’ll come pick you up,” Toulouse promised. “We have to hurry, though. Something really bad is happening, really bad. I’m worried about Daddy and Cass.”

“We’ll figure this out, Toulouse,” Peggy assured her. “Just don’t talk to anybody else about it.”

“I won’t,” Toulouse promised. “I couldn’t.”

Peggy offered a few more reassuring words, then put the phone back in the cradle and reached up to rub her temples. “All right, you’re good at figuring things out,” she said to Howard. “What have we got here?”

“Well, we have a time machine,” he said, “which was used to take Zola into the future and help HYDRA find a lost superweapon. Doesn’t seem to be going well for them so far.”

“We also have a very deep hole in the middle of a national park,” Peggy said, “and some kind of bunker under a hotel in Los Angeles that contains not only survival supplies, but substantial wealth, time machine parts, and dead extraterrestrials.” She’d hoped if she said it all aloud, it would somehow become obvious how it all fit together. It did not. “What is the connection?”

“Maybe there isn’t one,” Howard suggested. “Maybe we’re wandering through six other conspiracies on the way to the one we’re trying to investigate.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Neither do I,” said Howard. He leaned on the side of the phone booth with his arms folded, frowning as he thought about it. “Those hot springs Tran mentioned are volcanic, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but that pit wasn’t,” said Peggy. “That was drilled.”

“I know, but maybe it’s got something to do with the volcano.” Howard scratched his mustache. “If you could reach the steam or a source of gas, you could use that as a power source. We managed to track them down the first time they tried this seventy years ago, so they know that siphoning electricity from the grid leaves them vulnerable. If they get into the volcano they can generate their own.”

“They’ve been running the time machine just fine without that, though,” Peggy observed. “Otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”

“Maybe they don’t need it to run the time machine. Maybe they really need it to run die Glocke.”

Peggy shook her head. “How much money have we got left?” she asked.

“Does it matter?” Howard scowled. “We have no idea how much it’s worth.”

That was true. “It matters insofar as it might be enough to get us something to eat,” Peggy told him.

Howard perked up at once – like Peggy, he hadn’t eaten since the terrible Brazilian restaurant in Bakersfield, California. “Now that is a plan I can get behind,” he said.

They headed back around to the front of the petrol station. “We’re also going to have to find a place to spend the night,” Peggy observed. “If the town is full of tourists that may be difficult.”

“And expensive,” Howard agreed.

“We may have to be creative,” Peggy said. She stepped out from behind the building and stopped dead when she saw the vehicle that had just pulled up at the pump. It was a brown UPS truck, and while she hadn’t been able to tell if the one that had passed them on the road had a damaged front end, this one definitely did. The bumper was crumpled from its collision with the steps, one headlight was smashed, and the paint was scraped away all down the side from where Peggy had brushed against it with the red van.

She grabbed Howard and shoved him behind the station again. The two of them crouched there and watched as a man got out of the truck and went to a pump to fill it with gasoline. Another man examined the damage to the front end for a moment, then headed into the little shop to do something.

“Just when I thought we were catching a break,” grumbled Howard.

Peggy was about to ask him since when they ever caught breaks, but then she spotted a familiar vehicle, still parked in the lot at the little plaza across the street. “We’re catching one right now,” she said.

They went around the building the other way, and snuck out behind the delivery truck. Their timing was good – as they reached the blue car with the white stripe, Kevin Tran himself was just on his way out of the mobile phone repair shop. Peggy hurried up to him.

“Dr. Tran,” she said. “I’m sorry, but is there any way we might impose on you again?”

“Huh?” He’d been looking at his receipt, and hadn’t seen her approach. “Oh, hello again. I… guess so. Do you need a phone?” He took his out. “I just got the screen repaired, so don’t drop it.”

“No, we found a phone all right,” Peggy said. “We need a place to hide. We’ve just spotted somebody who’s trying to kill us, and we need somewhere to stay while we wait for a friend to pick us up.”

Kevin blinked a couple of times. “Uh, shouldn’t you call the police?” he asked.

If only it were that simple. “In our line of work that sometimes makes things worse,” Peggy said. After the whole affair with Agnes Cully and the Arena Club, she no longer trusted them. Even if she had, they already knew that this particular conspiracy was multi-national. Arresting the American members might not do any good when the British ones, and heaven knew how many more, were still out there.

He checked his watch. “Do I have time to get something to eat?”

Peggy’s stomach growled loudly. “I’m afraid not,” she said.

#fanfic #agent carter #peggy carter #howard stark

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ishin-denshin

(I found that picture in @seoulicons . Thank you for posting that)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: I mentioned Expensive Girl and sex, so yeah, nothing here is pure. Also, there are mentions of self-harm, so please, if it’s triggering tell me and I’ll change it :) Your mental health should always come first :)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x @emerson-moonchild, Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Counting: 6.2k

Synopsis: Min Yoongi and Emerson had a profound connection, so deep and supernatural that not even themselves understood it. However, nothing is pure bliss and flowers, when everything seems wrong and the connecting fades with time, then their love shall be proven with no otherwise.

A/N: Hey Em!! It’s finally here! I finished your oneshot + poem. Yes!! I mentioned The Chaos Club and paired them with BTS, but tried not to focus on them. Even though it finished with over SIX THOUSAND WORDS, I had to stop myself and not include random and unnecessary stuff, like interactions between characters without the starring roles presence (Yoongi and Emerson). Oh, before I continue, I changed the band’s name, it’s shitty, but I even wrote one verse of ‘Clarividencia’ (the BTL song mentioned). Hope it’s good! You deserve the best Em, or should I begin calling you ‘cutie pie’? Lol Sorry for my bad grammar and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing :)

- x - x - x -

Min Yoongi took a long sip on his coffee, dark and, ironically, sugar-free. He enjoyed small ironies and always drank from them, maybe it worked as fuel to his personality. Despite from the cute face and artistic name, Yoongi enjoyed how people were amazed about the personality flashed: rebel, serious, sarcastic, a human with a stone cold heart pumping blood and rage to his organs.

Well, that's how outsiders saw him, reality was insanely different. Emerson knew it, she dig down so deep in Yoongi's emotions, finding a butter heart with so much love stored. Whilst drinking tea from a ridiculously adorned cup, she analyzed his soft expressions and occasional wrinkling nose whenever the bitterness hit his taste buds.

– Tea is just leaf juice, you know, right? - Yoongi asked, not glaring straight at Emerson.

– So what? It's delicious. - Emerson answered, taking a long and loud sip from the salmon and cream coloured cup, raising her pinky. - Coffee is just juice from beans. Water is juice from ice cubes.

– You are so british sometimes. - The man said and turned to look at Emerson, grinning slightly at her cuteness and rosy cheeks.

– Well, my identity backs you up on that. I'm british, living in London, drinking tea in a british coffee shop, listening to british news on television, presented by a british journalist, graduated in a british university, working for a british television broadcast channel. You are the foreigner here, love. - She said serious, but smiling, fingers stuck around the cup, steam warming her face.

– I know. Everything is so british. Even our songs are getting british. - Yoongi said and finished his cup of coffee with a short sip. - Yesterday Taehyung sang with british accent, even the verses in korean. We were surprised and Namjoon almost collapsed cuz one of the words sounded like 'yadong', which is porn in korean.

– I'm surprised one of your songs never mentioned 'yadong', since it's a rock band with pretty explicit musics. - She giggled remembering the first time Yoongi allowed her to listen 'Expensive Girl', their first song that exploded in SoundCloud, and as soon as Bangtan Lads made a career outside Korea, the track was deleted, only officially existing in personal files from every member.

– Don't you throw 'Expensive Girl' at me, it was Jin and Namjoon's idea to release it. - Yoongi said and raised one of his eyebrows slightly.

They were sitting on a table close to the window, sun shining bright outside, breaking through the typical whitish smoke accumulated all over London's atmosphere. The cafè was one of those overrated places, charging abusive prices for a cup of plain coffee, walls painted in a very dirty shade of cream, matching the fancy cups (the owner would never admit it, but Emerson knew they were bought in Walmart, part of a special edition paying homage to Duke William and Duchess Kate wedding), wooden floor well polished, and secondhand machines.

– Why do we insist in coming here anyways? There is nothing special or marvelously tasty, and the prices are salty, even for my rich ass. - Yoongi said, listening the annoying creek sound from the old, and possibly thriftshopped, brown chair.

– Because it's small, quiet and mainly because your fans won't flash boobs outside the window, since they would never imagine rockstar Min Yoongi having a coffee with his girlfriend in a place like that. - Emerson said, staring the street along with Yoongi.

– Yeah, that day we went to Starbucks was insane. Who would imagine someone is actually willing to lift the blouse and get arrested in exchange of an autograph? - Yoongi said and chuckled.

– That day was intense and weird. Her boobs were beautiful, though. Round and symmetrical. Your face tattooed on the nipples also looked good. - Emerson said and smirked in a dorky way, leading Yoongi to chuckle even louder. - Who would ever guess that your nose has the exact shape of a nipple? The fan was a genius, we got to admit.

Yoongi left all the weight from his upper body heavy on the chair back, staring at the ceiling and inhaling deeply, exhaling and repeating. He swallowed a puddle of spit pooling on his tongue and looked back at Emerson, finishing her tea with a short sip and folding back the napkin.

– Fame is so good sometimes. Don't take me wrong, I love making music, being rich and travelling around the globe, but the occasional harassment bothers a lot. - Yoongi said tapping his fingers on the table.

Emerson reached his arm and caressed lightly the skin covered with a sweatshirt. Yoongi inclined to the side, laying his head on table, feeling his girlfriend's fingers petting his black hair. Sometimes words weren't required, silence had a lot to say, loud, actions could hold even more significance.

– I love you, cutie pie. - Yoongi mumbled, cheeks squeezed against the wood, but words still bright and clear.

– I love you too, Yoongles. - Emerson replied, still feeling his smooth wires against her skin. Soft touches coming from both sides.

Whoever saw Min Yoongi up spitting on a microphone, saying raw words about political struggles, sex, mental health, life and a few songs based on stories, possibly thought of him as a rough person. No one would ever imagine his soft side, everyone always glanced over and focused on Suga, not Yoongi. The opposition between personality shown and stage name enchanted and intrigued.

Yoongi only allowed a few people to witness his actual personality.

Opening up and letting someone unknown in his personal space, oh it always represented a problem to Yoongi. A lonely soul that hardly had friends, only close to a few people. Bangtan Lads represented friendship and family.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung flew from Korea to England with him after achieving worldwide success, for the sake of their fame moving to a place rather connected to alternative rock sounded as a clever change. Seven korean boys, carrying a bag with worn-out clothes, instruments and golden discs. Simplicity and luxe. Millions of fans, artists and new faces, yet Yoongi only felt truly comfortable around his bandmates.

After a few months living in England, conceding daily interviews and working like horses in new musics, Yoongi decided to try and join a dating app. Hoseok met a few women through Tinder, but happily found Taylor, friends with benefits at first, but a few months later his girlfriend. Witnessing one of the lads glad in a relationship inspired Yoongi, he even paid for Tinder Gold, regretting immensely after two dates and realizing sex could be good, but lacked connections. He needed to connect with that person, deeply to a point where her heartbeat felt like music.

Lonely and slowly giving up, Yoongi felt his heart flutter when Emerson appeared like a butterfly on his eventful yet boring life. Emerson emerged from a calm life working as music critic for Rolling Stones, to the love of Yoongi’s life and his main inspiration.

Everything began when Emerson went to work and received the task of interviewing a korean band. Apparently someone was sick and everyone else had more important stuff to do. She accepted and decided to use the original agenda, adding a few questions and studying every member.

Those who believe would say it was love at first sight, a connection between souls. Not even a word flew across the room, but Yoongi felt butterflies on his stomach and heart beating faster. For a single moment, he even considered the idea of end having a heart attack, because in years no one ever made him feel like that. Emerson lost words and suddenly, there were only Emerson and Yoongi in a room, not the whole Bangtan Lads.

That same day they had dinner together. Chatted, danced and traded cellphone numbers. Instead of going back to his place, Emerson took him to her home and they watched a movie.

For the first time in a almost a whole year living in England, Min Yoongi felt a connection.

- x - x - x -

– I swear that Zeus’s nutsack is the best position ever. - Namjoon said and threw the notebook in Jungkook’s direction, watching him grab it and read all lyrics written down.

– And why should we sing about that? - Seokjin asked raising one eyebrow, expression deadly serious, grabbing his can of Coca-Cola and sipping from the white straw. - I love doggy style, but would never write a whole goddamn song about it.

– I agree with Jin, the world doesn’t need to know what you and Bárbara are up to. I never wanted to know. - Taehyung said and nodded in Jin’s direction, whilst curling a lock of brown hair on his fingertip. - Honestly, I think you need vacations, your ideas are getting cornier, hornier and grossier.

– Let the man live, you guys! - Hoseok said and took the notebook off Jungkook’s hand, being punched in return. - I don’t even know how the fuck is Zeus’s Nutsack, but if our smartpants wants to write about his experience, allow him to do so. - He gazed down at the lyrics on his hands and chuckled. - Sorry Joon, but this time I’m with Tae and Jin, I won’t sing it.

– Please guys! We are an alternative rock band who has three songs about sex, we need something to bring sexy back during the concerts or fans will feel bored. It’s been two tours since Jimin showed his abs during ‘Clarividencia’ for the last time. People are commenting on Twitter. - Namjoon said and pouted.

– Let’s vote. It’s a democracy, isn’t it? - Yoongi asked, emerging from his big and fluff chair and bending down, his upper body supported by the elbows firmly planted on his skinny thighs. - I vote to burn that shit and never mention it again.

Everyone in the studio laughed, except for Namjoon, he shrunk on his spot and turned the page, sketching and randomly drawing circles, looking for inspiration in something other than intercourse. Yoongi watched everyone leave the studio and sat beside him.

– Remember when we first recorded a full-length album and korean managers wanted us to become a pop? They saw potential in every single one of us, but wanted a profitable artist. - Yoongi laid his head on Namjoon's shoulder. - Thankfully we took our content and moved to an indie recording studio. Can you possibly imagine us as Bangtan Sonyeondan? BTS not BTL? We discussed the idea, and the first sketch of success wasn't the right one. Maybe that song is like BTS, a bit more of thought and time may turn it into BTL.

– Are you saying that I should focus less on the movements itself? The song is pretty explicit, so should I use better metaphors? - Namjoon asked, still not looking at Yoongi, but the older man saw a sparkle run through his eyes, like a lightbulb shining with new ideas flowing through his synapses.

– We can work on it later, right now I want to prepare a surprise to Emerson. Can you believe we've been together for 5 years already?

– Yeah, half a decade. - Namjoon said, sighing deeply. - What do you have in mind?

– I'm gonna propose. - Yoongi smiled, a gummy grin with feelings running off the edge. - I've been planning it for two years now. When we completed our third anniversary, Emerson wrote a post on her personal Tumblr about our relationship, mentioning a few situations and funny moments from day to day. That same day I wanted to make a song, but it's easy, within hours I could finish a masterpiece and the effort would be almost none, so I decided to step up my game a little and began writing a book. Poems about her, our partnership, my feelings, everything.

– It's really thoughtful of you, Yoongs. - Namjoon wrote a few random lines on his notebook and turned to look at his friend. - And some folks still dare to claim you are not a romantic guy.

In fact, not even Yoongi saw himself as someone surfing on romance, usually writing about politics and books. Focusing in feelings and matters related to relationship never appealed. He became responsible for most tracks talking about issues of immigrating from Korea to England, emphasizing that fame changed how they saw him, but xenephobia still existed. Bangtan Lads received a Grammy Nomination for ‘Golden Borders’, a whole album shoving in people’s ears how shittily they treated immigrants, but still wished from heart to live in USA.

Using ‘Golden Borders’ as the soundtrack, Emerson made researches and released a documentary about immigrants, showing the ridiculous racism and highlighting double-standards in how right-wing parties treated foreigners victims of war and those just running from economic crisis, but still wealthy. She also reported how politicians like Donald Trump vertiginously changed the meaning of “immigrants”, not differing someone legal from the illegals.

Yoongi was possibly the proudest boyfriend ever accompaining his significant other during the premiere of ‘Invisible: The Truth on Immigrating’. Emerson invited a few famous people who immigrated from their home-countries, along with “common” folks.

Maybe he wasn’t the most romantic boyfriend ever, but still knew how to encourage Emerson. During their relationship, Yoongi convinced her of writing two books, one script for a movie, produce two documentaries and demand her own column on Rolling Stones site. Whilst she inspired and gave ideas to two albums which earned them four Grammy Awards, abetted him into trying something solo, and produce for different artists aside from BTL.

Even though both of them worked massively with media, Emerson and Yoongi never thought about conceding interviews as a couple. Daily invitations for appearances in shows together popped up on their e-mails, but without discussing it they already knew the answer: No.

When asked the reason, Emerson and Yoongi agreed to keep their personal life, well, private. They already shared a few cute moments on Instagram and Tumblr. Why would someone want to dig more into the relationship? Snooping isn't good.

- x - x - x -

– In conclusion. Communism wasn't planned for over populated countries, or planets. - Jade said and chopped in two the turkey sandwich she was holding, taking a bite from one half of it.

Emerson shrugged her shoulders and nodded, agreeing with Jade. Accompanied by Shmailah and Zariah, they were waiting for the reunion with some other journalists from Rolling Stones. The weekly meeting for coming up with ideas to articles, reportages and new ideas for photoshoots to use in scheduled interviews, was about to happen, but only a few professionals were already there.

Usually, the boss bought some goodies to complement and cheer every meeting, but that day in question had food and sandwiches provided by a new diner across the street. They were lolling on burgers, sandwiches and chips, also milkshakes and cherry fizzy drinks.

– My article about nigerian culinary is going smooth. - Zariah said and took a sip from the vanilla milkshake in front of her. - That restaurant I contacted to ask for primary informations, the old lady sent me fried yams. I’m totally sending her a Christmas card and gift, and candy canes for her grandchildren.

– Great! It's so nice when someone values our work and spoils us with small, yet adorable gifts. - Emerson said and dipped one chip in the ketchup sauce. She was sitting curled up, knees touching her chest, not very excited. - By the way, mine about Bollywood is almost done, but I need some new informations. Can you help me, Shims?

– It's not right to assume I know a lot about Bollywood, only based on my bangladeshi heritage… But yes I’m a fucking Bollywood nerd and would love to help. - Shmailah grinned perversely, caressing Emerson's cheek with love, noticing that she seemed a little down lately. - What's up, Em? You don't seem very happy, not even surrounded by your best friends and a whole lot of free junk food.

The parallel conversation between Zariah and Jade quit, suddenly all three pairs of eyes were gazing at Emerson, who felt her cheeks getting warmer. She took another chip and started talking, whilst shaking the potato around, like a wand, before taking a bite and continuing.

– I don't think Yoongi loves me anymore. - She sniffed, swallowing the growing knot in her throat with chips. - We've been together for five years now, but in the last few months he's been a little distant. I know, I know, Yoongi sometimes loses himself inside his own brain, but not distant like that. Far, you know? We used to be so connected, now that connection seems a little faded.

– Oh Emerson. I don't see that happening, ever. - Jade said, bending over the table to grab her fries-less hand. - Yoongi seems so passionate about you. Whenever we go out in group, he only has eyes for you. Like, when Yoongi notices you barely had the opportunity to speak, he always tries to bring you into the conversation. Jimin already witnessed your boyfriend getting distracted and spend several minutes staring at his lockscreen, which is you.

– Totally agree with Jade. Not even dead Yoongi would stop loving you, he would probably find his way back into our spiritual plan only to make sure you are aware of his love. - Shmailah said, watching a shy tear run down Emerson's rosy cheek

– It's so complicated. In the past two months he spent days without showing up at our place, and not caring to tell where he is. Whenever he is around though, the office's chair receives most attention, since Yoongi locks himself there and if I try to get in, he scouts me outside saying it's something related to work. - Emerson tried to swallow the knot again, but now not even milkshake worked, and she sobbed. - Why couldn't I see if it is about work? When he was recording and producing his solo mixtape, I slept on the studio's couch for four days straight, trying to support him. I'd never do anything to ruin whatever he has been working on. We had coffee today at a cafè, but the experience felt so shallow. Small, verging insignificant, talk.

– I’m so sorry to hear that, baby. What if he’s been working in something for you? Like a gift and doesn’t want you to see and spoil the surprise? - Jade asked, raising one eyebrow. - You shouldn’t conclude always the worse, sometimes it is just something you can’t put immediately put together. Consider it and give time to time.

The conversation silenced in the moment everyone else invited to the meeting showed up. Seven other journalists gathered, including the boss, whose appeared holding another tray full of cookies and cupcakes.

– For what it seems like, that diner also has bakery goodies. - Jackie, also know as The Boss, said pushing the tray up on table. - I love so fucking much my job. Whoever don’t can totally stand up and leave, more cupcakes and chips for me, há!

- x - x - x -

Emerson had no time to think about her situation with Yoongi during the afternoon. Work consumed every disposable piece of brain cell, fulfulling a whole week of articles for her column and completing one reportage about self-made millionaires.

However, after leaving the building and heading home, the empty apartment made her shatter out and cry, sobbing and feeling a sudden urge to destroy something. Not only a random object like a glass cup, but something stiffier and harder to fix, like herself. In years working, dating Yoongi and being friends with so many great people, she never felt that need again, honestly, considering the idea of hurting her own body sounded weirdly appealing, after so much improvement, going back felt like a failure.

Maybe the past years left her brain so occupied with every new information, that negative thoughts had no actual space, a little tab in the corner that was muted by Yoongi’s voice. Now, without his presence and strong connection, Emerson silenced all other tabs, only listening to the one where haters were loud, depression and self-harm spoke freely.

Years of self-improvement faded within a pinch, a thin drop of blood coming from her thigh stained the beige pants, and Emerson left the small, yet painful, piece of skin go from between her long nails.

Weak and sobbing, she reunited all forces and stood up from the front door, walking slowly in bedroom’s direction, wishing only to lay down, curl up inbetween the duvets and sleep, ignoring any bad temptations, observing them disappear along with conscience.

Old monsters, some she saw as teenage ghosts, showed up. Emerson felt stupid for harming herself over such a small reason. Independent woman, smart, successful, amazing close friends, and yet the major breakdown in years was happening because of a man. What kind of mean joke could that be?

She wished so hard to pull herself together again, living happily and not getting to precipitated conclusions over small situations. That's it, maybe she was only overreacting. What if she is not? What if the connection between them is, indeed, fading? What if? What? What?

What was their mistake?

What was her mistake?

Was there a mistake?

Cruel trick her own brain was playing. Blackjack with sanity. Poker with happiness. What did she had to bet? Of course, Emerson conquered a lot in years, how much of that could she lose? Golden Globe? Literature prizes? All had her name embedded in wood. Friendships? Weekly night-outs proved that their bond didn't change within years. Why then only Yoongi seemed to slip through her fingers? The only thing she would miss the most, fading like smoke on the water.

Sometimes, the smartest, strongest, toughest people can go through menaces with delight and peace. Though, their inner monsters exist, and can seem small for whoever witnesses from outside, but a spider is a huge matter to a fly. Struggles and fears, perspective changes them.

Judging someone's feelings and fright isn't up to us.

- x - x - x -

That night Yoongi meant to crash down at the studio, but Namjoon showed up close to midnight, accompanied by his girlfriend, a small and chubby woman with wild brown hair, and also followed by Jimin and Jade, Jin and DiLayla. Their Instagram revealed that everyone had dinner, sponsored by a fancy restaurant trading food for audience.

– Why is everyone here grating me with the grace of your presence? Is there a party happening in my studio and I'm not invited? - Yoongi asked sarcastically, saving the new poem written before anyone could ruin it.

– Cut it out, Yoongi. - Jade said taking her thick beige coat off, leaving it on the black couch. - Don't you think you've been spending way too much time working? Stuck in your office or studio?

Her tone seemed mysterious, as if she meant something more than what was actually voiced. Yoongi felt intrigued watching everyone getting comfortable. Were they intervening?

– What is that? An intervention? I don't do drugs. - Yoongi joked, only him laughing, everyone else seemed morosed.

– See Yoongs, we were having dinner and suddenly Emerson became a subject of discussion. - Jin spoke trying to look chill, but very tense. - Jade mentioned that Emerson has been feeling a bit… Ignored lately. Bárbara and DiLayla agreed...

– Let me speak, love. - DiLayla touched Jin's shoulder and stood up. - Emerson mentioned to us that you’ve been working way too much, even at home, and she thinks you don't love her anymore. Basically, she feels like your connection is slowly vanishing.

– Namjoon told us what you've been planning for proposing to her, and honestly, I will take note and use a few of your ideas someday. - Jimin gave a side grin to Jade, watching how she blushed and continued. - But maybe, just maybe, you focused so much on something to her, that kind of forgot her? Not literally, we know you love Emerson with every beat of your heart, your maeum [마음, something like feelings], but you know, you can't starve a man before feeding him…

– What? Emerson is feeling neglected? - Yoongi asked, chocked and feeling his heart breaking.

Yoongi turned the chair around when tears verged to fall, not wanting to face his friends whilst crying. Jin, Jimin and Namjoon only saw him emotionally shattered in two situations. Feeling raw and vulnerable always made him uncomfortable, mainly being stared by people he had no intimacy, like his friends’s girlfriends, they were cool, but not close enough to watch him with guards down.

The young man hated this aspect of him. He despised how inadvertently his mind let things pass without noticing, facts around that could vastly affect his life, personal or professional. Having Emerson always picking up on him about unhealthy habits made it easier to don't die after spending three days living off hard liquor and olives, and overworking.

He wasn't someone mindless, or easily distracted, but Emerson helped him to focus in more than one thing at once, like working, but still resting enough, or channeling the best from every situation. Hiding something from her, avoided the warnings. Without realizing, Yoongi evicted his girlfriend from working aspects of him.

Maybe Jimin was right. He focused so much in doing something for Emerson, that he forgot to live with Emerson.

Goddamn it, Yoongi!

Namjoon looked around and politely asked everyone to leave the studio for a moment. He pulled a chair and sat beside Yoongi, caressing his trembling shoulder.

– I don't think I ever saw you crying over something so simple to solve. - Namjoon whispered, still petting his friend's shoulder. - You know nothing is lost and what to do is actually easy. The solution may ruin a huge surprise, but it is going to soothe a small injure caused by itself.

– What if Emerson has been considering to break up? Oh fuck, Joon! What if I ruined it all? - Yoongi used his sleeves to dry off his tears. - What if everything is so lost that not even all poems I wrote could fix it?

– See, a few weeks ago me and Barbs were talking about couples that gathered together along the past years. - Namjoon said and stopped caressing Yoongi's shoulder. - First, Hoseok and Taylor, then you and Emerson, Jade and Jimin, Di and Jin, me and her, Zariah and Jungkook, and Shims with Tae. I think we created an equilibrium in universe. Everyone is such a great and right match that if at some point one these couples break up, a new Big Bang would happen, cuz the mutual decision could ruin the universal balance.

“I'm not being far-fetched, I swear in the name of Stephen Hawking. - Namjoon spoke and made a cross in his chest. - Sometimes a long-term relationship can go through challenges. Two different people sharing a life of experience cannot live without occasional fights, bickering or arguing. We are human, even the most rational ones can be stubborn. All you have to do is insist. Although, it seems like Emerson loves you as much as you love her, so the only struggle here is distance.”

– You are right, but I’m still feeling like a sucker. - Yoongi snuffled, cleaning the coryza from his runny nose. - But as Emerson already told me, I should learn from my mistakes, then use it on an inspirational song, making my fans wander on what actually gave me the idea to it. - He grinned passionately and turned his cellphone screen on, staring at the lockscreen: a stunning picture of Emerson in Japan, smiling, using a flower crown and surrounded by cherry blossoms. - I love her so much.

Next thing processed by cameras around the building was a very hurry Yoongi grabbing his stuff, leaving a group of friends behind. A determined face, quick steps and then driving fast through the parking lot, tyres screaming like Robert Plant in the beginning of ‘Immigration Song’.

- x - x - x -

Emerson woke up in a startle after hearing the front door banging loudly. Still sleepy, she had no energy to stand up and check what was happening. Sleep whilst crying is exhausting, you wake up psychologically weary. After a few minutes and heavy steps, she heard someone calling her name, more specifically, Yoongi calling chanting her name.

She stood up, bringing one of the duvets along, and walked to the room, where Yoongi was crouched down, sitting on his calfs, typing something on the laptop he settled on the coffee table. When the man side glanced Emerson, he got up on his feet and hugged her, feeling his heart shatter with the small, yet present, dot of blood staining her beige pants.

– I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please… - Yoongi whispered, trying not to cry again, not before actually accomplishing his new goal for the night. Also, his mind was worried about the blood on her leg. - Did you hurt yourself, baby? Oh fuck, did you?

– Why? What did you do? - Emerson questioned feeling his arms around her, resisting before letting the duvet down and hugging him back. - I pinched myself a little too hard, but I swear it wasn't serious. Sorry...

– I was distant and absent from your life, and now you are convinced I don’t love you anymore. - He swallowed the knot on his throat, still trying not to cry. - It’s so dumb, because the only thing I love more than you is my music, but you are the inspiration for my work, so you are my music… And I made you hurt yourself.

– No, please Yoongles, it was a small relapse. Not worth of a fuzz. It won't happen again. - She felt his uneven heart beat against her ear, touching his chest. - Who told you that? Who told you how I was feeling? - Her arms quit hugging him, a tension running through both bodies.

– I don’t know, today I was finishing a project for you in my studio and Namjoon, Jin and Jimin showed up, they were accompained by their girlfriends. They told me how you were feeling and made me realize how far I’ve been, and how cold I acted earlier. - He seemed uncomfortable revealing his sources of information, but the truth would end up appearing anyways.

– Wait a second… - Emerson dried the single tear left running down her cheek and stared Yoongi. - Have you been working in something for me? Like, a surprise? A gift?

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and nodded. His mind was hazy and the urge to just kneel and propose to Emerson without previous background was slowly taking over his guts. He couldn’t predict her reaction, since every brain cell were occupied on finding the right words. Fortunately, the woman grinned shyly and blushed, gazing down on the laptop.

They sat down in front of the open laptop, his arms around her shoulders. Yoongi sighed and pressed the ‘enter’ key, watching Power Point opening and a clear book cover appeared, mint coloured like his hair.

The book Yoongi worked for two years was almost ready. Whilst looking for good names and aesthetics a japanese word loomed from his pre-teenage memories: ishin-denshin (以心伝心) and his book title fitted like a glove. A compilation of poems and the last one, in Yoongi’s humble oppinion, the most majestic one was named after the piece itself. He planned on proposing whilst reading to Emerson.

– You asked me nothing, but I feel the need to explain what’s in front of you. - Yoongi cleared his throat, watching Emerson’s eyes scanning the screen. - My gift for our fifth anniversary was a book. I’ve been planning it for two years now, and in the last two or three months I reached the final details, which were cover and last poem. I never allowed you to see it, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I guess old habits never die, because during the time spent working on that book, I isolated myself from you and gave a wrong impression. Sorry.

– It's so beautiful, even though I don't even know what the title means. - Emerson said and sobbed, smiling through tears. - If the whole book is in japanese, then it would be good if you taught me how to read.

– Oh, cutie pie. I love you so much. - Yoongi snorted and kissed the top of Emerson's head, whose felt so loved, more than she felt in months. - It's, indeed, in japanese. Ishin-denshin, it's a kind of interpersonal communication, unspoken, but the understanding is still mutual. Something like, heart transmits what mind thinks. That word was a trend back in my pre-teenage years, never thought I would use it.

Emerson turned to look Yoongi. His eyes were watering, but no tears falling. She smiled, happily and kissed him. In months, they kissed plenty of times, but none of them had the same meaning as this one. It wasn't sexy or teasingly, if we are going to be honest, the kiss was salty with tears and, well, coryza. Emerson and Yoongi were slowly reconnecting.

The kiss stopped when their lungs claimed for air. After a few smooches, they got back to stare the screen.

– I love you so much, Yoongles. - Emerson felt a magnetic force making her back look for support on his chest, diminishing the space between them. - I know it's dumb, but I firmly believe we are soulmates, there is a supernatural connection between us, and considering the idea of losing you… it made me so desperate and sad. I know I would keep living, but my soul would never feel completed again.

– I know baby, I feel the same way, but instead of voicing my feelings, why don't you read a few poems I wrote? -Yoongi leaned and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders again, smiling passionately whilst seeing skinny knees touching the chest, covered by a fluff light pink sweatshirt with ‘Treat People With Kindness’ written in a plain white font. He remembered the day they bought the piece of clothing after a Harry Styles concert in London. What a fun night, hanging around with him after the event. As Yoongi said earlier, being famous has its perks.

Emerson felt immersed in deep feelings, some of them not even voiced during their relationship. Yoongi wrote small poems about every aspect of her: from her cute moles, to how he loved petting her hair before sleeping, or how her voice was sweet like honey and face cute as a mochi. Everything, he wrote inspired by moments they shared, like the trip to Japan during spring, or New Year’s Eve in China. The first time Emerson tried kim chi and how her nose puckered when the spicy taste finally hit her taste buds. When she first attended to Bangtan Lads concert and fanchanted along with ARMYs, taking a few of them to backstage. Travelling to Brazil and messaging Bárbara instead of using Google Translator.

They lived so many precious moments together. Yoongi made sure over 100 of them became art through emotional poems.

The last one, named ‘Ishin-denshin’. She took a deep breathe, still sobbing with happy tears running down her face. The silence only broken by occasional snorts and chuckles. However, Yoongi was getting more tense, staring at her eyes.

Ishin-denshin

Once upon a time in the far land of England

A woman gave birth to love impersonated in flesh, blood and gold

No one knew how important she was and how lucky they were

Until chaos from Korea arrived and trapped her in maeum.

Connections can cross the border of space and time

Voices and signs

Touches and sights

You and me, hands holding tight.

Love is a matter of ishi-denshin

Ability to communicate from mind to heart

Open up on a gaze

Not a sound to be heard from mouth.

Thankfully chaos and peace mingle and complete each other

Yin and Yang united by their differences

Perfecting what was already sculpted with dust and water

Remodeling and always improving, resulting in brand new peculiarities.

Love and connections are the result of fighting

Nothing good comes easy

Nothing easy is good

Once you find balance, universe rewards you with love.

Continents separated us for most part of our days on earth

Wandering uneven, looking for the half that best fit our soul

Happily odds were and allowed what resulted in balance

Only imagining myself without you, even my brain in plain conscience feels afoul.

Don’t you dare saying you are not good enough

Cutie pie, you are unique like flakes of snow

Every drop has its own shape

Unique, you never see two looking the same.

My heartbeat is in sync with yours

Slow like when we sleep

Or when we kiss after a long period apart, tumbling in ribcage, rhythm vigorous

I thank everyday for finding my soulmate in a sweetheart like you.

Stay for as long as you want

I feel lucky only by having in my life as a constant

Luckily it won’t change much

When I finally make you a Min like me, everything mine will be ours.

When Emerson finished reading ‘Ishin-denshin’, Yoongi didn’t quite gave her time to think broader and stood up, pulling the woman together. Standing side by side, he kneeled in front of Emerson and proclaimed, among tears and sobs, holding one hand whilst looking for something in his back pocket.

– Emerson, after all those words you’ve read, would you give me the honour of becoming my Mrs.Min?

– The only possible answer is yes.

- x - x - x -

P:S I purple you <3

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friendly-neighborhood-medtech · 5 years

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January 15th Goals Update

Guys, I’m doing sooo good. Like, really good. Classes started yesterday and they are INTENSE. I have 5 classes this semester and all but one are combination lecture/lab so they’re about 6 hours long each. I’m gone from about 9am to 8 pm Monday through Thursday just for school. I also work. No phones in lab, but I’m hoping my professor will let us get some pics in our scrubs today before we get any biohazard stuff out (my mom wants one cuz I’m only almost 30 🙄.) Anyway, goals:

Goals 1: Health and Fitness- I haven’t weighed myself today, not sure if I will since I just did on Sunday, but I feel good. I’ve been eating really well. I ate too much at my husband’s Christmas party Sunday but it was all nutritious so I’m not mad about it. He cooks at the country club so I was fo sho eating that fancy dinner. They’re super cool and label all of their meat/dairy/allergens in all their dishes, so I had a lot to pick from. I’ve been getting home dead tired but hungry so I’m glad I proactively bought some good snacks. Any suggestions on light savory bedtime snacks is appreciated!

Goal 2: Waste Reduction- I still feel like I could be doing more but with how crazy the semester is/will be I’m not sure I’m ready for that challenge. Of course I will always take the least wasteful option that is presented to me, but I can’t add on things that take more time right now. We don’t have a bulk store where I live and I was planning on making biweekly trips to the one an hour away but I won’t have a day off until Spring break 😬

Goal 3: Food Expenses- I’ve bought 1 thing. I got hungrier at school than expected yesterday so I grabbed a salad. It was marked $5.29 (still expensive) and came out to $7.49 at the register. Working in retail, I will never complain to another retail person, so I guess that was my “not prepared tax”. Other than that, I have one more portion of the puttanesca, 2 burrito bowls, a couple black bean burgers I’m putting together tonight, some “meatballs”, mashed potatoes, and steamed green beans for work this weekend and I’m going to make some snack boxes with almonds, grapes and some triscuits.

#resolutions #goals #vegan #veganfood #whatveganseat #update #food #healthblr #fitblr #mealprep

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thecheapsteaks · 5 years

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VIDEO GAMES... 2018

2018 was a thing. It felt like it lasted 2 or 3 years. It is honestly a bit difficult to track which media I consumed during the year. I'll start pondering a game that I feel like I played last year only for it to dawn on me that, oh, it happened this year. It makes keeping track of this stuff a bit tricky, honestly. Anyway, I am still going to try to do that, to get my thoughts in order and let everyone see what I had in mind. I will go over all of the important things needed to survive: video games, music, anime, and other things.

VIDEO GAMES

Again, it's a bit tricky to remember what even came the hell out this year game wise. I am not going to rank things, because I suck at ranking things and also comparing a lot of the things I played this year is like comparing apples and termites. I'm just going to make a good effort to go over some nice highlights of the year.

Bayonetta 1 and 2

Bayonetta is a game series I have been interesting in playing forever, but just haven't gotten around to due to circumstances despite it being released on multiple systems I owned. I passed it on the PS3, couldn't afford to buy it when it was out on the WiiU, so when it came out on the Switch I had to give it a shot, and it was worth it. Admittedly, I sort of sucked at it (I take a ton of damage playing games, which isn't the best for getting high ranks) but I still enjoyed it and am glad that I played both of them (except for that one part in the first game in the angel territory where you fight those thunder and fire claw dudes who are immune to witch time, they can eat my ass). The characters are fun, the over the top action and enemies are neat, and Bayonetta is just too damn cool. I'm definitely interested in the third one and looking forward to seeing where the sequel goes.

(I had forgotten this game had came out this year, it was in February, goddamn how long was this year)

Kirby Star Allies

I will admit, I am heavily biased towards Kirby to a fault. If a Kirby game makes a reference to a past Kirby game I will gleefully clap as I notice it like a trained seal, and Kirby Star Allies, serving as a Kirby anniversary title, plays into that nostalgia hard. Compared to the other modern 3D Kirby games (Return to Dreamland and past) I feel that the single player experience is on the weaker end, admittedly. The main campaign, while satisfying, blazes by quick, and the game does re-use boss styles a lot, which is a shame since the past few Kirby games had some very satisfying bosses. Fortunately the extra content, including the post game modes and extra DLC support, was a marvelous way to keep the game running way after its release. The nods and references to past games worked wonderfully for me, and it was admittedly great to see long dormant characters such as the animal buddies, Gooey, and Adeline/Ribbon return as playable characters. The game's single player campaigns, both the initial story mode and the DLC conclusion “Heroes in Another Dimension” have very satisfying conclusions, and the challenge offered by the obligatory Arena mode is wild. Really, I just love Kirby, and this game is a nice love letter to Kirby. I have no idea where the game will even go after the plot line from this, but I am ready for the ride.

Octo-Expansion

Being able to play as an Octoling was definitely a long anticipated update for this game, and the way they were integrated into the game was amazing. The initial Octo-Expansion trailer oozed almost rude amounts of style, and getting a whole new bonus single player campaign made purchasing an expansion worth it. The additional stages were absolutely geared for challenge, and I don't think I will go back to finish the ones I didn't finish any time soon, but they had so many cool new implementations and spins on the Splatoon formula. Splatoon on its own would make a decent game if it were just the single player campaign or multiplayer, so having both just makes for a nice, complete experience. The whole climactic sequence, from finally completing the challenge of the subway to escaping to freedom, has that absurd escalation I just love in video games too. Also I love my stylish Octoling.

Kemono Friends Picross

Somehow I made it so long without ever playing Picross, but this finally brought me into it. I have no idea how this combination came to be, but it finally got me into a fun puzzle system and I enjoy it. Somehow I have put in nearly as many hours on this game as I have Star Allies. A lot of it does come from having the game paused as I idly go through puzzles while working on other projects, but having a game that does not demand a ton is pretty nice and fits with my gaming and lifestyle. I'm looking for friends.

WarioWare Gold

WarioWare is one of my favorite video game franchises and a bit of an underdog, I feel. The original Mega Microgames was my favorite experience on the GBA, with its unique game play mixed with a silly style. The games that followed in the series for the DS and Wii were fun, but Made in Wario on the WiiU changed from the Microgame based high score hunting style to a collection of modes and games based on the WiiU game pad. There were some bright ideas in there that might have done better as their own eShop titles, and the shift towards multiplayer games didn't quite fit as well with my style of gaming. After that there was silence from the Wario Ware camp until the announcement and release of WarioWare Gold, which like Star Allies is a celebration of the series's past. It was fun to have another Microgame experience that blended all of the weirdness and frantic gameplay that made me love the series, with a solid selection of classics built in. It even has fully voiced cutscenes (an expansion on Smooth Moves's narration for each different style) that are oddly charming in a Saturday morning way. It was good to have this series back, and I hope to see more unique takes on Microgames in the future.

Katamari Damacy Reroll

The original Katamari was a quirky game I bought on a whim back in the PS2 days that was sold to me on its weird look, style, and nice price point. I enjoyed the first so much, and We <3 Katamari is one of my favorite games of all time. Having a nicely touched up port on the Switch was welcome. Somehow, despite having not played the original or its sequel in decades, I took to it like I had just played it yesterday, rolling up incredible Katamaris like a pro. The original does have some warts in its gameplay that the sequels ironed out marvelously, and the dual stick controls do bother my thumbs at times, but it's still so satisfying to play and it's great that this game has a new chance. Please go by this one, it's so enjoyable, but also because I want them to port We <3 Katamari so badly so you can all play that and see Katamari perfection.

Super Smash Brothers Ultimate

Smash Bros games seem to live on hype. I will admit I never expected to see a Smash Bros game so early in the Switch. It doesn't even feel that long since Smash 4 came out! So having a trailer in the beginning of the year and a release in the same year was a bit astounding. There was lots of drama and intrigue with leaks, character additions, and whatnot, and even if I am sad for some that didn't make it (pour one out for Ashley and Shadow, please) having every character available, along with some fun new additions, is definitely nice. The spirits mode is a nice twist on the event mode, and the rebuffs to classic are nice. Really, the best part is just being able to play Smash again with my pals, try out all of the characters, and just enjoy it with everyone. I look forward to the DLC, and that we get Banjo and Crash to create some sort of bizarre realization of every ones mid-2000s dream game. It was a fun ride leading up to it, and I look forward to playing it more with pals in the new year.

STUFF I STILL NEED TO FINISH

There are some games I got really recently that I still need to finish as gifts from the Steam Sale and whatnot. I have right near the end of December received Celeste, Donut Country, and I finally got Cuphead thanks to the kindness of friends. These will be some nice games to get me started on the new year even if one of them is from last year. At some point I may go back to Hollow Knight and Dark Souls, although admittedly the requirements for the true ending of the former are a bit of a turn off and I am having a bit of difficulty getting into the game play, controls, and progression style of the latter, but who knows! I am also intrigued and interested in Yokai Watch 3, Yoshi's Crafted World, in the near future, and hope to see some nice news on Animal Crossing. Lastly, may Platinum Games heed my calls and give the world a Wario World sequel where Wario wrestles God or something in the pursuit of money. Amen.

Also I still need to finish Persona 5. Really at this point I’m just doing it for Futaba. She’s the best.

Next up, I will write about my favorite music from the year, as well as cartoons and film, which admittedly I have not gotten as much into this year!

#2018 in review

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pbandjesse · 6 years

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I’m on my greyhound back to Baltimore. We left like a half hour late but it’s been smooth sailing since then. I’m a little sun burnt and tired but I feel happy. Last night after I got my post up the party continued. I talked to Jess’s co-worker and had more cake. I was getting tired and anxious around 11 but we were waiting on a few people and I thought I told Jess how I was feeling but apparently I didn’t communicate it well. But I held it together. Enjoyed talking to friends. I tried a sip of everything Jess got. A floaral vodka lemonade. Bad. A grape fruit burboun cocktail. Just tasted like grapefruit. And a tiny tiny bite of a lemon drop jello shot. Just tasted like an old lemon. The other friends came though and it was good to see them. Got to talk about ships and stuff. Around I think 1 Jess said we were going to try to find food. Okay. If we’re going to keep being out I have to eat something because I’m really losing steam. Except the place next door was closed. And we walked to another thing and it was closed. And I was getting frustrated. And while drunk Jess can be fun I was also really exhusted and hadn’t eaten anything but cake in like 12 hours. So I may have snipped at her. Because someone in the street told us where a 24 hour diner was but then our group was just standing there and I’m like. Are we doing this or not? And Jess was like it’s up to you. And I was like no. Its up to you. And then she said something snide and I got an attitude and everyone in the group was like. Okay everything fine. And tried to calm it down. Sorry guys. Jess ended up just calling a cab and we simmered for a couple minutes. But we talked. We were both trying to solve a problem. She thought I was hungry and upset because of that. I was actually upset because I didn’t know What was happening and was very tired and wanted to eat so we could keep being out and celebrating her. We talked it out and apologised and were fine by the time we went to sleep. Honestly I think 2 nights of going out is just to much for me. And like we were just out to long for me. And because I’m not in my own town I was trapped. I’ll try to make sure Jess knows what’s going on next time and she’ll check on me. Were all good. Still had a good night except for that hiccup. And I’m glad some people came to celebrate Jess. Showed really who her friends are. I was out pretty fast when we got back to the apartment. And I slept well and hard. We got up around 830. Dressed and got ready for the beach. I had my half a bagel from yesterday while she finished getting ready. We went to Starbucks and got drinks. Then to the subway. It takes about an hour to get to Coney island. Which was about what I expected. It was a nice ride out. I felt cute. Jess looked great. We had matching tote bags. Very good day. Also very hot! 100 degrees. Jeez. We got to the beach around 1130. Went to the most beautiful food place called kitchen 21. It was beautiful and fairly good priced. I got a veggie burger that was the best I’ve probably ever had? It’s a brand called impossible burger and I hope I can like. Buy it at whole foods soon. Amazing. And Jess got a sandwich that looked amazing. Would for sure to again. We left there and wandered down the boardwalk. It was hot but not terribly uncomfortable. We got a spot by the lifeguard but soon enough moved onto the other side of the stone jetty because the swiming was better there. No waves and very very clear water. The water was cold but comfortable. I found some beautiful shells and floated. It was great. I did some laps and me and Jess took pictures. She couldn’t go very deep because of the tattoo but it was still a blast. They made everyone come in between the jetties And they did a search of the water with like 20 lifeguards. No one really knows what happened but the way they were holding hands I think they thought a kid had drown or were at least looking for one. They eventually let us back in. Maybe Jess will figure out what happened and let me know. We were allowed back in the ocean and we stayed for like another half hour. I swam in laps and floated. It was beautiful and No one was near me again and I was just really happy. I miss it already. We went and got washed off. Changed. I remembered to put new sunscreen on everywhere except my chest and backs of my shoulders. So I got a little burnt. But it’s just a bit. Still annoyed about it but it probably won’t peel or anything. We walked down the boardwalk further to the aquarium. There was a huge huge line. But Jess quickly bought tickets on her phone and we got in within like 5 minutes. She’s amazing. The aquarium was crowded but we still saw a bunch of fish. I liked the stingrays and the seahorse best. We had to stay in a long line to get into the new shark exhibit but that was fine. It was worth it. Jess Dutch braided my hair for me while we were in line and that was very silly and cute. We somehow missed the roof top where you could pet things. But we can always do that next time. We headed out around 330 and it was very good timing. Jess had wanted a hotdog but we ended up at a different train stop somehow. Sorry Jess. We got the train and headed back tobehr place. We ended up talking to a very odd man who I think might have been like schizophrenic. He was still kind just said a lot of bizzare things. But We got back and chilled for a minute. I made sure my bag was packed all the way. Jess gave me a piece of cake. Which I ate on the bus when we first got on. Then I helped her pick out her outfits for her trip to Italy next week. In very excited for her. I hope it’s a stellar trip. And it was fun making outfits. We left and got pizza by the port authority. So I ate all the things I had wish listed when I got to NYC. Bagel, pizza, cake, sushi. And it was very good pizza. Jess found my bus gate and we sat on my scarf and talked until 630. I’m going to miss her. Hopefully she can come visit when she comes back at the end of the month. But regardless were going to ocean city in August. So it won’t be to long. My bus was late but not by much. I talked to people around me and it was nice. I let the old people on first even though I was boarding number 1. Cause I’m nice. I still got a great seat. My bus drivers not super nice but it’s fine. Its been a nice ride so far. I’m going to go back to listening to my podcast and close my eyes for a while. I am hoping to be home 11 or 1130. And I have work in the morning at ships. Then I’ll probably get groceries and clean my place up. Maybe James?? Unsure. I think he’s working ships tomorrow too so well see. He’s been in Philly since last night and gets back in the morning I think. So he’s got even less recovery time then I do. Poor lamb. I hope you all sleep well tonight. Be safe. Goodnight!

#ootd #selfie #babe #good day #road trip #friend #aquarium #sunday #nyc

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witcrafting · 3 years

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Yesterday the beater bar on my four-five year old vacumn stopped working, I was going to replace the bar but the last time I did that, I spent $40 on the bar, had to buy a new belt, spent time and energy to replace it only for the motor to due shortly after, so... figured I probably just need to get a new vacumn. We have hard flooring, but area rugs throughout and with a dog and a husband, a vacumn is essential. I was so pleased with my vacumn, that I went and bought the same exact one, bagless, washable filters, upholstery tool, good suction. Under $100. Whelp... I'm sure glad it did.. THIS is the stuff my old vacumn was apparently missing!! 🤢 I vacumn daily and just steam cleaned them all less than a month ago, so this is telling me my old vacumn wasn't cleaning nearly as good as I thought. I'll stand by my review that the @bissellclean Powerforce Helix Turbo is a decent machine for the money, but for longevity, not so much. And I know I could, but no, I don't want to spend hundreds of dollars for a Dyson with the limited amount of rug flooring we have in the house. I'd would however recommend the Helix if you're looking for a cheap, decent vacumn. #vacumnreviews #helixturbo #bissell #carpetcleaning #pets https://www.instagram.com/p/CSHKWY_L-LM/?utm_medium=tumblr

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dont-speak-just-read · 7 years

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No Freaking Way

Bucky x reader Dad!Tony x Daughter!reader Summary: You're a high school grad who lost your mother and doesn't know their father. You are hoping to get an internship at Stark Tower. You were fascinated with Tony Stark and his technology. Little did you know he was your father. You first met Bucky and you instantly feel something. Warnings: death, funeral, cursing, guilt, lust ( think that is it)

You never met your father. Your mum always told you that he left her before he even knew about you. You always wondered would he have stayed if he had known about you? Why didn't she ever reach out to him? Did she keep it a secret because she didn't know who he was? You hardly ever asked about him because you felt that if you asked too much your mum would feel as though she wasn't enough. But the definitely was not the case.

You just wanted to know more about yourself. Were you more like your father or mum? What was he like. Was he tall? What color are his eyes? What did he do for a living? What was his favorite thing to do? Would he have been a good father? You would make up different scenarios in your head. You just wanted to know if your life would have been different if you would've had him in your life or at least met him. You hoped that on your 18th birthday your mom would finally tell you. You thought you were finally old enough to understand.

Your birthday was coming up and you were excited. You were excited because you were going to start a new chapter in your life. You just graduated high school as Valedictorian. You can still remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a wonderful May night. You gave a speech on never forgetting who you are and always striving to be better. To continue to prove that we as the next generation are going to change America by not taking crap from anyone. You ending it with we are no longer the kids of the future but the adults of the future. You went to grad night and had the time of your life. The last night of everyone being together before you all headed out for college. You were accepted to all the colleges you applied for but decided NYU was the way to go because it was close to the new home you purchased for your mum. And also close to the Stark tower where you hoped to intern this summer.

It was about a month before your birthday and your mum got very ill. She was all you had. You never met any other relative so she was your everything. She was sick for about two years but this past year was harsh. She hoped you wouldn't find out that she was this sick until you were in college. She didn't know that you had bought a house for her in New York. You wanted to be close to her. You thought that her being in California and you in New York was too far away.

She hadn't planned on you buying a house. She hoped that when she passed you wouldn't have to see her as sick as she was. She was going to call you up and tell you to go see her in Cali. She had stage IV breast cancer. She didn't want you to worry about her. She was a fighter and if you knew the severity you would have treated her differently and she wouldn't have made it this far.

One night when you came home from work you saw your mum laying on the couch. You walked into the living room and went to sit by her, that is when you realized that she wasn’t breathing too well. You helped her up and you both walked to the car. As you drove her to the hospital all you could think of was, that these were your last moments with her. You couldn’t believe that you hadn’t realized she was this sick. You were too worried about school, work, and getting all of the money for the new house. As you reached the hospital you wheeled her in and just like that, they took her from you.

When she was finally situated in a room, the doctors told you that she didn't have much time. She had been battling it for awhile and you never noticed how severe it was. You wish you could back and change everything. You would get up early every day and go to school, stay late for school activities then part-time work and repeat Monday-Friday. You would take longer shifts on Saturday's and Sunday’s to save for the new house. You were hardly ever home. You thought if you would have been more attentive at home she wouldn't have had to battle this alone.

You felt guilty because she was always working so you had everything you ever needed for school. She saved up money for you to go to college because she wasn't sure if you were going to get a scholarship or not. She didn't ask much from you but to work hard and get good grades. She wanted the best for you. She never wanted to see you struggle and she never wanted to see you hurt. She figured it would be easier on you too not have to constantly worry about her. "Mum why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you get help? We have my college tuition money!" You yelled. "Y/N please I don't want to argue. I didn't want to tell you because it was your senior year and I wanted you to enjoy it." Your mum whispered. "You should have told me. I could have helped. I would have gotten a second job. I could have helped you." Tears streaming down your face. "You're all I have and I don't know what I am going to do if I lose you, Mum. You are the most important person to me and you didn't tell me. You should have gotten help." "I didn't want to burden you. I knew you were busy with school. I didn't tell you because you have so-much potential-that I knew that if you- knew you would give it up. And I didn't want you too. I love you and all I've ever wanted was for you to succeed." coughing in between because it was hard for her to breathe."You can do anything y/n. You will succeed and even if I am not here to see it physically I will always be here in your heart." Tears streaming down both of your faces.

It's been a week since you found out about your mum. You felt like shit. The only thing that kept you going was that she was still fighting. She was getting a little better so you told her you were going to go home and get clothes for the both of them. Before leaving you told her " I love you mum. You are my hero and you always will be no matter what happens to us. I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. I love you so much, mum." Kissing the top of her head.

You were glad that the hospital was only a few blocks from the apartment. You ran home and got your stuff and ran back as quickly as possible. When you got there, you saw multiple nurses in the room with your mum. You dropped everything and ran to her. "I'm right here mom you don't have to worry I'm not going leave your side." Tears a steaming. They finally got her to where she needs to be for her to be stable. Before falling asleep one last time your mother told you " I want you to know something. I want you to know that you are inspirational. You are talented, gifted, beautiful and kind. Even if the world wrongs you promise me you'll never do anything I wouldn't approve of. I love you (Y/N) more than you'll ever know. When you have children of your own you will understand why I kept this a secret. You are my beautiful girl. Don't ever forget how proud I am of you. I love you always." "I love you too mom now get some sleep so you can get better." You both fell fast asleep only to be woken up by the sound of a flat line. You didn't want to believe it. You just hoped it was a nightmare. You turned until you realized it wasn't. You were sobbing and screaming "HELP PLEASE SOMEONE HELP.”

But you already knew it was too late there was nothing they could do. You felt helpless and alone. You couldn't believe it your mum was actually gone. The next morning you woke up in bed. You didn't know how you got there or what happened after you left the hospital but all you remembered was losing your mUm was not a dream. The next week was one of the worst days of your life. You planned the funeral and it was a small service. During the week leading up to the funeral, a lot of your friends visited and family you never met even came by. You were furious when they showed up. All you could think of was how they want to be a part of your life after your mum had passed. During the funeral, you said your word and final goodbyes. Your friends offer to take you home but you wanted to be alone. You stayed about an hour-longer to talk to your mum. Apologizing for not realizing sooner and promising her that you will continue your hard work and her legacy.

You noticed someone staring at you. That is when you realized who it was. It was Pepper Potts Tony freaking Starks girlfriend. You wondered why she was there. Most likely to tell you about the internship. She walked up and said, "Hello I'm Pepper and I assume you are (Y/n)." You nodded unable to say anything due to the fact you just buried your Mum. "Well, I wanted to congratulate you in person. I tried calling but I got no answer so I hoped I could find you somewhere to tell you about your internship." You scoffed "Listen, Pepper is it." But you knew exactly who she was, she was dating one of your idols. " I don't want your pity so, if you are only offering me this because I just laid my mum to rest you and Mr. Stark can go fuck yourselves." You both just stared at each other for about a min before she spoke up "Look, kid, he wanted to give you this internship before you even graduated high school. He had seen you at the national science fair and he saw how interested you were in engineering and he said you reminded him of a younger him. He also saw you at the decathlon. You won for your team isn't that right." You looked up confused as to why he wanted you. "You were the top of your class, right? Miss valedictorian." She sat you down on the bench and explained more. He said you were fascinating and looked you up. He found out who you were and what your grades were like and he said he had to have the best. "So here we are. We understand if you need a couple of weeks even months the internship is yours whenever you want it." She said. You asked, " When can I start." You need a distraction from everything that has been going on you need a break. "Whenever you want. How about tomorrow come to the tower around noon if that's good with you." She replied. ----------------- It was 11:15 when you were finally ready. You put on a pair of blue jeans with a black shirt and Maroon docs. You remember Pepper telling you to dress comfortably. So you wore what you would wear anywhere. You were going to drive but it said it would have taken an hour because of traffic. The bus route was faster. You ran to the bus but just missed it. You knew the next bus wouldn't arrive for about 20 mins about a ten-minute difference if you just walked/jogged there. So you were walking and at a pretty quick pace so you could get to the tower. Or so you thought. When you finally reached the tower it was 11:56. You didn't know exactly how to get to where you needed to be. When you were searching for someone to help you, you bumped into a beautiful tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I'm in a rush. Sorry." You apologize not looking at him yet. When you do you see his beautiful blue eyes shine off the sun.

‘It's okay, doll. It was my fault I wasn't watching where I was going." He spoke sweetly You couldn't help but just stare at how beautiful he was. "You said you were in a rush. I think I can help who are you looking for?" He asked "I'm looking for Tony Stark." "You can find him on the six floor just head in the elevator and say FRIDAY take me to Tony. And she will get you there." He stood smiling at you. "Thanks so much." You stared before realizing you were going to be late. "Okay well, it was nice meeting you." As you walk away you turn "Oh I didn't catch your name what was it?" You asked "It's bu- it's James my name is James." "Well thank you, James, it was a pleasure." "Oh Doll, before I forget what is your name?" "It's (Y/N)!" You yelled just a little because of distance. He whispered, " I figured it was something beautiful." He spoke louder " It was nice to meet you. Hope to see you around." On the elevator ride where you were in awe. You hoped that you would see him around more often. You smiled at the ground, you hadn't thought about your mum at all until you saw your reflection in the elevators "mirrors". At that moment you thought that you thinking about a guy was the wrong decision. You just needed to focus on this internship. As you walked down the hallway you got to the door. As you stood in front of his door you knocked softly twice and then the third with force. You thought this is it. First impressions are everything. As you stand there ready the door opens and there he is your father a.k.a Tony Stark.

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hamletandthegang · 3 years

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Survivors

Guildenstern dragged himself onto the beach, an unconscious Rosencrantz in tow behind him, and rolled onto his back on the sand, gasping for breath and coughing salt water. He pushed himself onto his elbows, and used the last of his strength to pull himself over to his friend.

“Wake up,” he croaked, and nudged him until he began coughing up water. Salt and muck poured out of his mouth and nose as he rolled to the side and threw up.

Guildenstern couldn’t help but smile, and after Rosencrantz turned back to him, he smiled too. “We’re alive,” he signed to him, before laying on the sand and trying to stay conscious. Guildenstern laid down next to him, and looked up to the dark and starry sky. His vision was beginning to double, and he allowed himself to finally drift off, passing out on the sand.

The sun was warm on their faces as morning rose into the crimson-purple sky. Rosencrantz opened his eyes slightly as he felt a shadow fall over him. Marc was standing over them, holding a small sack filled with seashells. “Uh, Rosencrantz? Guildenstern? Are you guys alive?”

Rosencrantz opened his eyes all the way and moved his hand slightly, signalling that yes, they were in fact somehow still alive.

***

The next few minutes were too hazy for either of them to really remember. But they found themselves seated in front of a crackling fireplace, covered in blankets and surrounded by every heater Marc could get his hands on. Guildenstern looked around, surprised to find that his hair was nearing dry, yet still caked in sand and salt. Rosencrantz sat beside him, still passed out sleeping. He glanced over to Marc, who was standing behind the counter of the… cafe that Rosencrantz used to run? He looked around again and realized where he was. Marc walked back over, carrying a small tray with two steaming cups of tea on it.

Marc had loved the cafe so much that Rosencrantz had allowed him to take it over while they went back to Denmark for a little while. He had taken to it like a fish to water, and it seemed to make him very very happy, and provided a good distraction from his grief for Ben.

He sat down on the bench in front of them, and set the small tray down on the hearth, handing Guildenstern his after he saw that he was awake.

“I’m glad I found you guys,” he tried to make conversation, “I dunno how much longer you could’ve stayed like that, the hyperthermia-” He looked up at Guildenstern, and realized he couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. “Oh! Gosh, sorry,” and he began to sign everything he had just said. Guildenstern smiled thankfully and took a sip of the tea as he and Marc talked. Marc wasn’t the best at sign language, he’d learned much later than the others, but he knew enough to keep up a conversation, at least until Rosencrantz woke up. And after a few minutes, he opened his eyes.

“Heyyy, he’s awake!” Marc cheered gently and offered him the tea, which he took gratefully. He looked around, and smiled tiredly when he saw where he was.

“We’re alive!” He signed to Guildenstern, and broke into a laugh even though every muscle in his body ached. Guildenstern also smiled, and Marc laughed as well. He was doing a good job of hiding his concern. The last thing they needed was him being upset, and he knew that.

His phone began to ring, and he picked it up and excused himself from the fireplace and walked over to the counter. It was Annalise.

“How the hell did you find them?” She said the moment he picked up. “Are they alive? What’s going on?!”

Marc walked into the back room, trying to keep his voice steady and away from his friends talking in the other room. “I found them on the beach this morning while I was out collecting seashells to sell at the cafe,” he began to speak, his voice audibly still shaky. One of his coworkers loved to paint seashells and sell them at the front counter, so he went out once a week early in the morning before anyone else could get the nice shells. “And they were just asleep on the sand, or maybe just unconscious, I don’t know. I got some help and got them into my car, and drove them back to the cafe. Now they’re sitting by the fire with all the heaters I could find, and they woke up a few minutes ago. Guildenstern’s hearing implant is gone, so he can’t hear anything right now, and Rosencrantz seems to have taken in a lot of water, he keeps coughing it up and there was a lot of… gross stuff by him when I found them.”

“Oh thank god they’re okay,” Annalise said, and he could hear her lean away from the phone and tell Horatio the news.

“They’ve also been in a very hyperthermic state for what looks like hours and hours.” Marc said when she was back. “Care to explain what the fuck is going on?” He hissed into the phone. He heard Annalise sigh.

“Look, I don’t have the whole story out of him yet, but basically, Hamlet killed Polonius yesterday, which got him a one way ticket to England’s best asylum, and on the way there he was attacked by pirates but got paranoid and thought R and G were trying to kill him so he left them in the middle of the ocean and sailed home, only to find that Ophelia lost her mind and killed herself by drowning herself in the lake. I thought they were dead too until you texted me, so as you can probably imagine, it’s been a bumpy 24 hours.” Marc could hear how tired and pissed off she was.

“I literally sent you to the airport yesterday morning, how the hell did all that happen?”

“Dunno bro,” Annalise answered. “But I’m getting sick of people dying. Please just keep them alive and we can find some way to send them back home I guess, I don’t even know anymore,” she trailed off.

“So, Ophelia’s gone?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, try to be gentle when you tell the guys, okay? They spent like seven hours floating around in the middle of the English Channel, I’m sure they’re a little out of it.”

“Make that a lot,” Marc answered. “Rosencrantz was paler than a sheet of paper, and Guildenstern’s feet are still purple. I’ll call you back later, Rosencrantz is asking for something.” Marc hung up and ran back to the other room. “Yeah?”

“Guildenstern was wondering if he could have something to eat?” He asked, and Marc laughed.

“Yeah, of course you can. Why didn’t you say something earlier?” He ran behind the counter once more and began grabbing things out of the small fridge.

He made two sandwiches, one peanut butter and jelly, the other ham and turkey (Rosencrantz had a slight nut allergy), and came back over to them. He gave it to them, and sat down on his bench.

“Hey, so something happened back home,” He began, signing as well as talking. He hesitated, searching for the right words. “Ophelia… she drowned herself in the lake. I just got the news from Annalise.”

Guildenstern stared at him for a moment, then turned to Rosencrantz to make sure he had signed it correctly. Rosencrantz repeated the message, and Guildenstern shook his head, insisting that it must be wrong. Rosencrantz looked at Marc, but he just looked down at the floor. He was wearing the sweater she’d bought him going shopping at the mall earlier that spring. How long ago that had been.

Guildenstern put his head in his hands when it finally hit him, and Rosencrantz leaned his head back against the back of the booth.

Marc stood up and walked back over to the counter, immediately taking a sponge from the sink and beginning to clean the countertop. He tried to ignore Guildenstern’s shaking shoulders, and focus on getting the invisible crumbs off the grey counter.

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