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ineverlookavvay · 3 years

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mirror, mirror on the wall

Michael helps Alex see how mirrors can be hot when they stop in a mirror-filled honeymoon suite at a roadside motel.

Fill for Kinktober Day 19: mirror sex, and Day 20: cream pie

contains: anal sex, oral sex, emotional sex

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“Wow.” Alex stopped in the doorway of the motel room, blinking. “This is…a lot.” He stepped inside the room, letting Michael filter in after him, both of them standing just inside, looking around.

Michael laughed, grinning widely. “Well, it is the honeymoon suite.”

Alex rolled his eyes. They were coming back from what was supposed to be a day trip that had gone longer than expected, so they’d stopped at the least sketchy-looking roadside motel for the night. And then had been informed by the humorless front desk attendant that the only room available at such last minute notice was the honeymoon suite, which of course came with a surcharge, and was way at the end of the row of rooms.

With nothing else to do, both of them exhausted, they’d agreed to the overpriced room. But now that Alex was seeing it in person, he wasn’t sure they hadn’t made a mistake. A really, really mirror-filled mistake.

The room wasn’t fancy, but it was clearly someone’s misguided attempt at romance. The bed in the middle of the room was circular, covered in red and white sheets. There was an open bathroom with a curtain instead of a door, and a reasonably sized bathtub. The problem was that the walls on either side of the bed were covered in bright, sparkling mirrors, reflecting the bed back and forth in an endless loop. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the ceiling above the bed was also covered in mirrored paneling.

“How does anyone feel comfortable sleeping here?” Alex asked as they stepped further into the room and the door swung shut behind them. Michael walked over to the bed, pressing down on it to assess the quality, and beamed at himself in the mirror.

“It’s not that bad. Plus,” Michael strode back over to Alex and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist, “I doubt this one was designed with sleep in mind.”

Alex laughed. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked around the room skeptically again. “Just—who wants to see themselves reflected back on every side, regardless of what they’re doing.”

“Listen,” Michael said, leaning in and catching Alex’s mouth in a kiss that was not nearly as chaste as Alex was expecting, “mirrors can be hot.”

“Well, sorry to disagree, but this is way past hot and well onto fun house.” Alex squirmed out of his embrace, opening the closet to see if there was an extra blanket or something that they could put up over the mirrors. He pulled a tiny blanket out, holding it up skeptically to examine the length.

Michael slipped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist from behind, pulling Alex close against him and pressing kisses against the side of Alex’s neck. “Give it a chance. Maybe you’ll be surprised.”

Alex hummed, and Michael smiled against his neck, running his hands lightly over Alex’s chest and stomach. Alex didn’t think he would change his mind about hating the mirrors, but maybe if they turned all of the lights off and just didn’t look around, it would be fine. It had been a long day, and he was tired, but Michael’s touch was convincing, and Alex’s cock was starting to take an interest. And really, Michael was right—the honeymoon suite was made for things other than sleep, and it would just be rude to not fuck Michael in it.

“Okay,” Alex said, reaching behind him to stroke his hand through Michael’s hair. “Get on the bed and we can find out.” Michael made a pleased noise and Alex felt it reverberate through him. “But we’re turning off the lights.”

“One light,” Michael argued as he let go of Alex and started walking back towards the bed. He flicked off the light switches with his mind, leaving on the one next to the bed, which had more of a golden glow than the harsh ceiling lights. “See? Totally sets the mood.” Alex smiled as Michael started stripping off his shirt and jeans, tossing them onto a chair that Alex would absolutely not be allowing either of them to sit on.

Michael sat back on the bed, looking at Alex expectantly. Alex huffed, but dropped his backpack at the foot of the bed and started taking his clothes off, sitting down on the bed in his undershirt and boxers. Michael immediately latched onto him, kneeling behind Alex and wrapping his arms around Alex’s neck, running his hands across Alex’s chest while Alex started taking off his prosthesis.

The bed was actually reasonably comfortable, which was a plus. Alex figured they’d just have to fuck hard enough that he was too tired to stare into the depths of the terrible mirrors when he tried to sleep, and then he’d be fine.

Michael moved his hands lower, kissing Alex’s neck. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Alex’s boxers, wrapping them around Alex’s semi-hard cock and stroking him lightly. Alex groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back into Michael as he pulled his boxers off. Michael kept stroking him, just hard enough to tease, sucking and licking the sensitive spots on Alex’s neck.

“Look,” Michael said, and Alex opened his eyes, trying to follow Michael’s gaze.

Michael was looking at the mirrors on one of the walls, and Alex looked too, his breath catching. Alex liked the visual aspects of sex—he liked watching every twitch of Michael’s body, he liked watching Michael’s face, he liked the way it looked when his cock was sliding into Michael—this was different, but he actually didn’t hate it. Even though Michael was behind him, he could see Michael’s face in the mirror, reflected over his, both of their expressions dark with lust; he could look down and see Michael’s hands on his cock, but there was something different about seeing it as if he was an outside observer—about looking into the mirror and seeing their entire bodies, watching Michael’s hand move over his cock and seeing it as part of the whole. Plus, he had a nice view of Michael’s ass.

Alex shuddered, watching his reflection do the same, watching Michael’s reflection grin. Suddenly, he was thinking about all the other things he could watch—about letting Michael stare up into the ceiling mirror while he fingered him, about watching Michael fuck himself on Alex’s cock. Alex moaned, turning away from the mirror and swiveling around to face Michael, kissing him roughly, nipping at Michael’s lips and pressing his tongue into Michael’s mouth.

He shifted his weight, turning around and pushing Michael back against the bed, holding his weight on his arms, hovering above Michael. Michael grinned happily up at Alex and wriggled out of his own boxers, wrapping his arms around Alex’s back and pulling him down. Alex ground down with his hips, rubbing his cock along Michael’s, eliciting a satisfying moan from michael.

Alex kissed him again, grinding down against Michael until both of their cocks were hard, rubbing precum against each other’s skin. Alex broke away, breathing heavily, and started to slide down Michael’s body, kissing as he went. He took his time, running his tongue over Michael’s nipples until they were hard little peaks, licking across each of his ribs, kissing his stomach.

Pausing just before he reached Michael’s cock, Alex looked up to see where Michael’s eyes were. He was looking at Alex, eyes dark with lust, panting; normally that’s exactly where Alex would want him to be looking, but this time he wanted to see how this mirror thing really worked.

“Look up,” Alex said. “If mirrors are so hot, tell me how we look.”

Michael groaned and tilted his head back, looking up at the mirrored ceiling as Alex started to slowly lick his cock. He wanted to fuck Michael, badly, and he was tired enough that normally they wouldn’t drag this out, but he wanted Michael to get the full visual effect of it all. He slid his tongue up from the base of Michael’s cock, making sure to keep his head to the side before he reached the tip, licking around it and then sucking it into his mouth. Michael moaned loudly, and Alex could see his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“How does it look?” Alex asked, pausing with his hand around Michael’s cock, breathing the words onto it.

“Fucking good,” Michael said breathily. “We should film ourselves like this, from above the bed.”

Alex laughed wryly. “We can talk about that later.” He cut off Michael’s protest by abruptly taking Michael’s cock fully into his mouth, and Michael’s words turned into a groan.

Pulling off of Michael’s cock, Alex reached down to his backpack and pulled a bottle of lube out of the front pocket. Michael looked up and laughed as Alex clicked the bottle open.

“Alex, this was supposed to be a working day trip. Why the hell did you bring lube?”

Alex grinned. “Because I know how to prepare for every possibility. And we keep getting caught without it when we need it, so now I basically just carry lube in my backpack all of the time.”

Michael laughed again, moaning as Alex pressed a slick finger against him. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Alex smiled softly, emotions rising up around the lust. He would never get tired of hearing Michael say that, and it would never feel less world-shaking, would always feel like it was breaking down every protective wall Alex had ever built up around himself, stone by stone. Alex wanted to live inside the way he felt when Michael told him he loved him, and he never wanted to go back to the time where he didn’t believe it.

Michael whined and pushed his ass down against Alex’s finger and Alex blinked, reminding himself what he was in the middle of.

He gave Michael what he wanted, fingering him open quickly but thoroughly, pushing his knees open far so that the mirror above the bed would catch at least some of the visuals of it. Alex looked up himself a few times, his fingers deep in Michael’s ass, stroking his prostate while Michael squirmed and moaned. Alex could see what he was doing well enough, but it was still something to see it in the mirror—to see the expressions he couldn’t see when Michael’s head was thrown back against the mattress, to see the way Michael’s hips worked against the air, to see how Alex’s own body looked as he fingered Michael.

When Michael was stretched and ready, dripping lube onto the bed, Alex pulled his fingers away and crawled up the bed, kissing Michael happily. “I want you to ride me,” he said quietly, and Michael shivered.

“Absolutely.” Michael grinned, pushing Alex down on his back and straddling him. He reached behind him, rubbing Alex’s cock against the cleft of his ass, making Alex’s breath catch with each stroke. “Actually,” Michael lifted himself away, turning around so he was facing Alex’s feet, “let’s see how this is, with the mirrors.”

Alex swallowed, nodding as he watched Michael lower himself onto his cock. They usually preferred to be face to face in this position, but Alex hadn’t thought about how it would look to be able to watch Michael sinking onto his cock—to see each inch of his cock disappear into Michael’s ass, slowly. Michael paused when he was fully seated and Alex groaned, running his fingers lightly along Michael’s ass, teasing at the rim of his stretched hole.

“You look so good like this,” Alex said quietly, and then Michael started moving. Alex gripped Michael’s hips, holding on tightly as Michael started to ride his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off Michael’s body, of the way his cock looked as Michael bounced on it. Then, Michael groaned loudly, and Alex wanted to see his face, wanted to see how he looked as he took Alex’s cock like this.

Alex turned sideways, his hands still gripping Michael’s hips, and looked into the mirror. Michael was looking sideways too, and their eyes met in the glass. It was different than fucking face to face, but it was different in a hot way—Alex could see Michael’s face, watch it contort as he aligned his body so that Alex’s cock hit him just right; he could see the way their bodies fit, the entire visual of Michael fucking down onto his cock, every muscle Michael tensed and every time he reacted to Alex thrusting his hips up to meet him.

“Fuck, that is hot,” Alex moaned.

Michael grinned, licking his lips. “We look fucking good.” Each word punctuated by the slap of skin on skin.

Alex nodded, overwhelmed by the visual, by seeing everything and feeling Michael around him. He felt the surge of emotions again, the soft, possessive need he sometimes felt to make Michael happy. He suddenly wanted more contact, not just to watch but to feel Michael’s body along his.

Alex pulled himself up towards sitting, enough that he could wrap his arms around Michael’s chest, pulling Michael back against his chest. Michael’s motions stuttered to a halt, and he gave Alex a look that he could only see in the mirror. Alex grinned, moving his hips and pulling Michael with him so that they fell sideways on the bed, and he was lying on his side, pressed up against Michael’s back.

“You should not be able to do that so smoothly,” Michael whined, and Alex smiled as he kissed the back of his neck.

“But aren’t you glad I can?”

Michael nodded exuberantly. Alex wrapped his arms around Michael, and Michael’s hand impulsively gripped Alex’s wrist. Alex pulled his hips back and thrust into Michael. They were facing the mirrors still, and Alex propped his head on Michael’s shoulder, so that he could see Michael’s face each time he thrust into him.

Alex fucked Michael hard but slowly, making each thrust deliberate, drawing moans from Michael’s lips, watching Michael’s face twist with pleasure, his eyes closed. “I never want to fuck you without seeing your face,” Alex said, and Michael’s grip on his wrist tightened, then changed as Michael entwined his fingers with Alex’s, linking their hands against his chest.

Michael opened his eyes, staring back at Alex through the mirror, moving his hips to the rhythm Alex set, thrusting back to meet him. Alex felt raw, unable to hide from the desperate look in his eyes as he fucked Michael, from the same adoration and need reflected back at him in Michael’s eyes.

It was too much, too much emotion reflecting between them on a loop, in a position that meant closeness and contact but not usually this kind of connection. Alex wanted to keep fucking Michael like this forever, barely blinking to keep the eye contact, their hands held tightly.

Alex could feel his orgasm building, spurred on by Michael’s moaning, his thrusts getting quicker and more forceful as the need built, overriding the desire to make it last. Michael dropped his free hand to his cock, stroking himself firmly as Alex’s hips stuttered, pressing his cock into Michael hard as he came inside him.

Alex kept watching Michael’s face, breathing heavily, keeping his softening cock inside of him as Michael stripped his own cock.

“Come on, Michael, love,” Alex said, panting into Michael’s ear, “let me watch you cum while I’m still inside of you.” Michael groaned, speeding up his hand on his cock and Alex pumped his hips, trying to keep fucking Michael as well as he could with his cock soft, shivering at the overstimulation as Michael clenched around him, hips thrusting back against Alex as Michael came in his first.

Alex kissed Michael’s neck, unwinding their hands and slipping his cock out of Michael, pulling away and pressing kisses down Michael’s spine. Michael shivered under the soft kisses, making little whining sounds that made Alex wish he could be ready to fuck Michael again, immediately.

Michael shifted, reaching up towards a box of tissues on the nightstand, and Alex kept pressing kisses against his skin, working his way down to Michael’s ass, pulled his cheeks apart and pressing his tongue into the cleft of Michael’s ass. Michael groaned, clenching his ass slightly, and Alex could see his cum along the rim of Michael’s ass, dripping out onto his thigh, dripping onto the sheets. Alex inhaled sharply, watching his cum seep out of Michael, his cock trying valiantly to get hard again.

Alex leaned forward, running his tongue along Michael’s rim, licking the cum there. Michael whined more loudly, wriggling as though he meant to move away, then pressing his ass back against Alex’s tongue.

“I wish I had a mirror back here,” Alex said, taking a breath, “so you could see how gorgeous you are, with my cum dripping out of you.” He licked Michael’s hole again and Michael moaned.

“We can always get one for at home,” Michael said breathily, and Alex grinned. Every time either of them said that—at home—it made something in Alex’s chest feel bright and warm, like the glimmer of a fire. They were making a home together—finally, they were making something real, real enough to talk about.

Alex pulled back, crawling up the bed and pulling Michael over so they were face to face, kissing him deeply and wrapping his arms around him. The exhaustion of the day was catching up with him again, and he wanted to pull Michael under the covers and cuddle, to wrap himself around Michael and fall asleep to his steady breathing.

Michael looked over Alex’s shoulder and the light flicked off, leaving them in mostly darkness—the only light was filtering in from outside through the thin curtains on the windows. Alex rolled onto his back, pulling Michael on top of him, smiling when Michael grumbled but settled in, nuzzling Alex’s neck.

Alex cracked open his eyes, looking up at the ceiling without thinking of it—there was still enough light in the room for him to see their outlines reflected, dark shapes curled together. It wasn’t nearly as creepy as he’d expected—instead it just made him feel soft, seeing their reflections in the dim light as though they were one person, their bodies indistinguishable in the dim light.

“Maybe we should put a mirror on our ceiling,” he mused, thinking Michael was asleep, and Michael snorted, pressing a kiss to Alex’s neck.

“Absolutely not.” He hummed, as if considering it again. “But we can definitely fuck again before we leave tomorrow.”

Alex grinned, closing his eyes and curling his hand into Michael’’s hair. “Definitely.”

#malex fic #malex #my writing #smut and FEELINGS #I cannot get this to show up in any tags tumblr why do you hate me

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jaeknightorbats · 4 years

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Tunnel Caprica [M]

Pairings: Baekhyun x Sehun (SeBaek)

Ratings: NC-17

Genre/AUs: Smut, dark romance, slice of life

Description: It was a normal day for convenience store worker Byun Baekhyun when Sehun—a wealthy looking man—entered the store, only getting overdosed by drugs afterwards. It was the encounter that would change Baekhyun’s life. It was the encounter that introduced him to a world that should never exist in this already problematic world.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, substance use, drug overdose, alcohol, and strong language

Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (NEW!)

Synopsis: Tunnel Caprica connects two cities under the huge and long mountain ranges of the country Ioca [a-yo-ka], making it one of the longest tunnels in the world with a distance of nearly 40 kilometers. However, people choose to drive the 3-hour long pass than driving through the tunnel, because driving through the tunnel can be claustrophobic—an hour drive with nothing but repeating images of the never ending tunnel. But through the tunnel also hides the entrance to another world that Baekhyun is yet to find out.

Part 1

Word count: 3.9k

Just a single response—a single response that could make everything better.

Or could make matters worse.

It had not been long since his girlfriend replied—five hours outmost. But five hours felt like a day to him. Getting used to quick replies, it’s making him crazy as to why he wasn’t getting any response even after sending her messages and giving her calls.

She’s mad.

He couldn’t help but think, and it’s making him weak. He doesn’t like anyone getting mad at him, especially if it was her.

Ple—

He stopped typing. He shouldn’t bother her, she’s at work. He shouldn’t annoy her. She must be annoyed. He wasn’t at work—it was his rest day, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his phone. Nothing worse than that—overthinking.

He dug his face on to his phone, praying to the gods to make a miracle for him.

He waited, and he waited. Still got no response.

Maybe staring at the screen would make a difference. He stared at every icon he could see, scrolled from side to side.

Why am I lying to myself?

Nearly 30, he was, but he could be still naïve at times. He was a high school dropout with divorced parents.

What divorce? They have no money for such things, his parents only lived separately, and things were too confusing for him. He ran away from his home at the age of 17, and started to find ways he could live on his own. Things never worked out for him, still broke at the age of twenty-nine. He’s renting a small, cheap apartment, and he had a third-hand car that needed constant maintenance. He worked at a convenience store near where he was staying, only a 15 to 20-minute walk.

Byun Baekhyun considered himself as a good-for-nothing, and was only working to survive. The only thing that was making him somewhat happy was his girlfriend’s affection. Now, the person giving what he wanted was mad at him.

He took a deep, hopeless breath as he dropped his head down to his table from where he was sitting. At the brink of losing hope, his heart jumped when his forehead felt the vibration of the table coming from his phone.

He didn’t check from who it was, and immediately clicked the notification and read the message.

Disappointed, he was, when the text message was from his carrier, reminding him that his phone bill’s due was approaching.

This girl, now this. His grip to his phone loosen, feeling weak—he could hear his heart beating. He felt like he was losing his mind.

A picture of his wallet flashed through his head, remembering exactly how much money he still had before his next pay. $43.05.

His phone bill usually cost $45.

He didn’t want to double check his wallet, it was too heartbreaking for him. He recently spent most of his money buying his girlfriend a nice dinner and a new phone—a phone she didn’t like that’s why they’re in a fight. She wanted an iPhone. He couldn’t afford such phone. He himself was sticking to his 3-year-old phone. As long as he could send his girlfriend a message, he was fine with any phone.

He pressed his eyes closed, thinking what should he do to pay his dues and to make his girl happy. His feet couldn’t stop tapping—he couldn’t think of a solution.

“Money can’t buy happiness?” he muttered to himself. “Bullshit.”

He stood up from his chair, threw his phone to the sofa just to release some stress—even a tiny bit. He needed a break.

He started walking circles in his small place, thinking of different things how to earn enough money to, at least, pay the bills.

Baekhyun never turned his head so fast when he saw his phone screen flashed from his peripheral view, hearing the vibration from the sofa. His feet dragged him fast towards the sofa and his hand grabbed the phone.

Disappointed again, it was from his friend, Park Chanyeol.

Im coming 2 ur place.

Baekhyun felt so pissed. He was hoping it was from someone better—his girlfriend. “I don’t need you to come,” he muttered to his phone.

Subsequently, a rapid knuckle impatiently knocked on Baekhyun’s door. It paused for a quick while, then started knocking again.

Baekhyun already knew who it was. He stomped his way to the door to stop the noise.

The grin on Chanyeol’s face faded, cocking his brow after he saw Baekhyun. “What’s with the face?” He made his way into Baekhyun’s place without permission and went straight to Baekhyun’s living room.

Baekhyun followed Chanyeol with a glare as he closed the door. “What are you doing here?”

What a stupid question—Baekhyun realized immediately. Chanyeol only visited Baekhyun for one thing, and one thing only—sniff drugs.

“I’m telling you, bro. You should break up with Yuri. She’s just using you,” Chanyeol said as he was pulling out his cheap snuff set from his jacket, placing it on the glass coffee table afterwards.

Chanyeol already knew what was bothering his friend, especially when Baekhyun made a face like what he was wearing. Nothing else bothered Baekhyun but women. Sometimes, Chanyeol knew Baekhyun doesn’t know how to straighten his priorities just for the sake of a woman.

But Baekhyun doesn’t like anyone minding his own business, so Chanyeol only watched him be stupid.

Baekhyun ignored him, and changed the topic. “Hey, when are you going to take home your shot. It’s taking a lot of space on my fridge.” He only had a mini fridge, it could only fit a few drinks and few foods.

“For as long as I don’t need it,” Chanyeol blatantly replied. “I don’t want my mom seeing that, she’ll start asking questions.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You already said that.”

Chanyeol still lived with his parents since he spent a lot of his money on the things he liked to snort.

Baekhyun pulled a chair on the dining table, and watched his friend do his thing.

Chanyeol carefully released a portion of his powered drug from a tiny airless balloon on Baekhyun’s table. Chanyeol pulled his wallet out and took a card to collect the scattered powder on the table and made a thin line with it. He licked the remaining powder that was on his card. Then, took his already-rolled-up bill from his kit. His nose made a loud noise as he snorted the powder. He twitched both sides of his nose and sniffed again, just to make sure his brain received that well. His eyes slightly became watery from the mild burning sensation that went through his nose. He cleaned the white dust excess on the table with his finger and brushed his gums with it—every bit counted.

Chanyeol sighed, satisfied, as he rested his head on the sofa.

“What was that?” Baekhyun asked.

“Heroin.”

Baekhyun was still a traditional man. Drugs never interest Baekhyun. He’s tried a pot, but it was never for him. He’s seen people around him done it, and he didn’t like what it did to them. Besides, these substances cost too much.

“By the way,” Chanyeol lifted his head up and pointed at Baekhyun, “I told boss you’re gonna take my shift tonight.”

Chanyeol also worked at the same convenience store, that’s where they met each other.

Baekhyun reacted, “What?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you. I have some business tonight.” Chanyeol winked mischievously—obviously planning something sketchy.

Baekhyun thought he’d have his rest day for himself.

Then, Baekhyun remembered his bills and his girlfriend.

Maybe he needed that shift.

“Breaking news: Kang Sunmi filed a divorce. The fifteen year old allegedly—“

Snapping fingers diverted Baekhyun’s attention from the television back to his manager who was in front of him. The manager pointed his pen to Baekhyun and said, “That news will stay for a while, customers don’t.”

Baekhyun nodded lazily.

It was past 3AM. He was on his second cup of coffee but he still felt drowsy, his eyes wanted to close itself. He’s not used to night shifts unlike Chanyeol, who could do any shift at any time of the day. Baekhyun still had an 11AM shift after his shift at 4AM. He’ll have less time for sleep, but a little more money for him. He needed every cent.

Less than an hour left.

There weren't many people at the store, so he was pissed off at his boss for being such an uptight motherfucker.

He couldn’t wait for his shift to end, he missed his bed. But he missed his girlfriend, Yuri, a lot more. She was still ignoring Baekhyun’s call and messages, making him miserable. He didn’t know how to make her notice him again.

I’ll pay her a visit after my shift. I’ll be there before breakfast, before she leaves for work. She’ll be surprised, see my effort and sincerity, he thought.

The idea washed away his sleepiness in a snap. He got excited to see Yuri’s face again. Baekhyun hoped she would forgive him and give him a kiss or hug.

His brain cells started to work actively, thinking of what things he should say.

How should I apologize?

Thinking of what he should do.

Should I text her first or knock straight away at her door?

Should I buy her a chocolate?

No, maybe hotcakes. She loves hotcakes.

He was alone with his thoughts, distracted by the challenges of love.

The bell on the top of the door rang when somebody pushed it open.

It woke Baekhyun up from his thoughts, his instinct greeted the customer who got in. “Good evening.” He, then, realized it was already early in the morning. He corrected himself, “Morning, sir.”

They were trained to greet anyone who came in the store.

Baekhyun watched the tall man take big steps as the man walked in, not even turning his head to Baekhyun’s direction. The tall man vanished from Baekhyun’s sight as he passed by the tall shelves.

Baekhyun had seen different types of people enter the store when he took night shifts on some occasions. There were people in pajamas buying food for breakfast, or maybe for their late night snack. Guards, drivers, and night shift employees buying coffee. Normal looking families who were on a trip buying snacks. Bunch of drunk teenagers wearing cropped tops and/or bomber jackets who came from a party buying cigarettes, or water for their friend who kept throwing up. People of any age wearing tacky clothes who were obviously on drugs—he could tell it from their teeth—buying lighters. Some people looked dangerous, he dared not to judge the things they buy, but they were usually alcohol and cigarettes. And, some men buy condoms.

But Baekhyun had never seen a person walk wearing sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses late at night?

What was also striking was the man was wearing an obviously expensive black coat. It was beautiful how vivid the color was; it was the blackest of the black he had ever seen. If the man came from a party, it must be a fancy one, might be a ball, or a fancy wedding of a multi-millionaire. Baekhyun thought the man was lost. The man should have asked his butler or driver to buy things for him.

A pair of heels started to echo his ears—it got louder as it got closer.

Of course, he has matching Italian shoes.

Even the most decent shoes don’t make a sharp sound like that.

Baekhyun turned his head to the man’s direction as the man got closer to the counter.

The man stopped in front of Baekhyun, still holding on to his items. He slightly lifted his head and scanned his eyes around the top shelves that were behind Baekhyun.

Baekhyun noticed the man was wearing a high-end brand of sunglasses. The way the light reflected on the black frame and on the black lenses, it was something else. His skin glowed as the light met his face, showing his healthy and almost poreless skin.

“Do you have anything besides Jack Daniels?” the man started to speak.

Baekhyun turned around and scanned the shelves himself. He knew the man was looking for something hard. “We have Johnnie Walker. Red, black, and double black.”

He rarely drank such expensive alcohol, but he enjoyed the scotch he recommended when he tasted it.

The man scoffed. “I’d take the bourbon.”

Baekhyun nodded and stretched his arm to reach the box of Jack Daniels.

The man placed his item on the counter. Baekhyun scanned the box, and the cotton balls that the man placed.

“Is that all?”

The man looked down at the front of the counter, turned his head from left to right, searching for something. He finally reached for something that caught his interest. He lightly threw the item on the counter

“That’d be all,” he said as he revealed a part of his side body under his coat, reaching his back pocket for his wallet.

“$27.14,” said Baekhyun after scanning the box of condoms—the ultra-thin one.

The man took another item in front of the counter the moment it caught his attention.

Baekhyun scanned a small bottle of lubricant. “$38.54”

The man initially took a hundred-dollar bill out from his wallet but he put it back. He extended his arm, slightly revealing a shiny silver watch under his sleeve, and gave three 20s instead.

The man looked at Baekhyun and said, “Keep the change.”

Baekhyun's eyes slightly widened, his lips curved upward. He couldn’t be happier, he needed every cent of money he could get.

It must be his lucky day.

“Thank you, sir!”

The man cocked both of his brows as a response while he put the smaller items inside his coat and carried the bourbon by the hand. Then, Baekhyun watched the man leave the store.

Baekhyun couldn’t stop grinning as he put the change on his wallet after he cashed in the payment.

“That was a nice watch,” he muttered to himself. It was like love at first sight when he saw the man’s watch. It was still at the back of his head.

Baekhyun looked at the store’s watch.

Ten minutes left before 4:00.

He started to fix his things at the staff room. Removed his tacky uniform under his white shirt, and wore a cozy jacket. He bid his goodbyes to his co-worker and manager and left the store at 4:05AM.

Cold wind blew on his face, making him shiver. He dug both of his hands on the pocket of his jacket, and started to walk across the almost empty parking lot.

He couldn’t spot a single person around. Few vehicles, yes. It was still early. The area of the city he’s in wasn’t exactly the busiest.

Baekhyun put a smile on his face. “I’m gonna buy hotcakes. I’m gonna see Yuri.” He felt excited. He tried to paint the look on Yuri’s face when she saw him at the front of her doors.

“We’re gonna have breakf—“

A long honk of a car distracted Baekhyun from walking. He turned his head where he heard the noise, but he couldn’t see anything—it was too dark, and the parking lot was too huge.

He turned around, checking if other people were around. But he was alone.

It was still honking, it wouldn’t stop. There was panic in Baekhyun’s eyes, his heart started to pound hard, he was nervous. Other parked cars seemed peaceful. His eyes searched everywhere, but he seriously couldn’t see anything. He started to walk hesitantly where the loud beep was coming from, he was unsure.

Silence.

Baekhyun’s ears rang and felt deaf after the vehicle stopped honking. But he was still worried. His feet wouldn’t move, his mind went blank, his ears still ringing.

Then, a tiny, orange light suddenly emerged from his sight from where he was walking to. The light was from inside a car. He could see tiny silhouettes in it.

He started to walk forward, but still hesitant. He turned his head from left to right to check if there were other people besides him. He was still alone.

The light got closer and closer as he walked nearer.

“HEELP!”

A loud screech of a woman alarmed Baekhyun, putting him to a stop.

“HEEELP!”

Baekhyun ran as fast as he could to the light, to the woman’s voice who cried for help. He saw the woman looking in his direction. Baekhyun was having a hard time to breathe because of the cold wind blowing against him, but he ran faster after he saw an unconscious man next to the woman.

Baekhyun panted heavily when he finally reached the vehicle. Him and the woman looked at one another with panic in their eyes.

“HELP!” The woman cried while she was shaking the man on his shoulders.

Baekhyun shifted his look to the man—it was the man who tipped him earlier. He was unconscious.

Baekhyun opened the door. “What happened?!”

The woman was in a state of panic, she didn’t know what to say. She was only worried for the man.

“Have you called 911?”

The woman blinked. “Are you fucking crazy?!”

Baekhyun looked around the vehicle. He saw a spoon, an elastic band, a syringe, a dust of power, and cotton balls. Baekhyun suddenly noticed the man had his sleeve rolled up.

“He fucking OD’ed?!” He concluded after he saw the things around them. The man got overdosed by some drug.

The woman didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were shaking—she was unsure if she should trust the man.

“You must call 911, or he’ll die!” exclaimed Baekhyun.

“No, no, no. Please don’t call them!” the woman begged.

Baekhyun knew if they called 911, they'd go to jail after he regained his consciousness because they were doing illegal drugs.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun cursed, he knew the woman won’t change her mind—he had met a lot of people on drugs, so, he somewhat understood. He removed his jacket, dropped both his bag and jacket on the concrete.

He stepped up to their high SUV and searched for the recliner lever of the man’s seat. But he couldn’t find it. “Where’s it?! How do you recline this fucking seat?!” Baekhyun yelled at the woman.

The woman jumped in panic, “Fuck.” She pulled something behind the seat of the man she was with to recline the seat.

Baekhyun lent his face to the man’s face to feel and listen if he was breathing. He wasn’t. “Fuck.”

“Don’t fucking die on me, Sehun,” the woman begged, pulling her hair. Her eyes began to tear up.

Baekhyun held the man’s face upward. He’s going to perform CPR.

He had his face close to the man, then the woman spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Do you want him to fucking die?!”

Baekhyun exhaled all the air from his lungs and passed it to the man. He pumped his chest with both of his hands intertwined.

No response.

Baekhyun performed another around. He gave air, pumped the man’s chest.

Still, no response.

Baekhyun performed another, and another, and another round.

“Fucking shit. Don’t die on us, man.” He kept pumping his chest, sweat was breaking on his forehead despite the chilly climate.

The man wasn’t breathing.

Then, Baekhyun remembered his friend, Chanyeol. He remembered that he had Chanyeol’s adrenaline shot in his fridge.

“Fuck.”

Baekhyun carried the man on his shoulders and transferred him to the back of the car.

“What are you doing?!” The woman freaked out, confused. She followed them behind the car.

“Keep giving him CPR. I have something in my place that might help.”

Baekhyun went in front of the car, fixed the seat, and started driving. He drove as fast as he could to his place, he had the hazard lights on, he didn’t stop at any red light, he kept honking the car on every car that was on his way. Every second counted. The man could die at any moment.

They reached his place in 3 minutes.

Baekhyun carried the man on his shoulders and ran as fast as he could to his door steps.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. His keys were in his bag.

He left his bag in the parking lot.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t happening,” he muttered to himself.

“What? What’s happening?!” The woman freaked out while she held the man’s face behind Baekhyun’s back, trying to wake the unconscious man.

“Fuck,” Baekhyun panicked. He didn’t want to let the woman know. She’d make him freak out more if she knew.

Baekhyun searched his pockets. He was starting to feel the weight of the man on his shoulders. Baekhyun gulped. Then, he felt the bulk in one of his pockets. It was his wallet. He remembered he had a spare key in his wallet.

He immediately took his wallet and searched for the key inside his wallet.

It was the biggest relief of his life when he felt the cold brass meet his finger. It was his key.

He opened the door, then carefully placed the man in his living room.

“Keep giving him CPR,” he ordered the woman as he ran as fast as he could to his mini fridge, and took a package on the top shelf.

He ran back to the man. His hands were shaking. He had read the instruction of how to use the shot countless times when he had nothing to do with his time and when he attempted to throw it away because it took a lot of space. Chanyeol had also told him how to use the shot once or twice just in case Chanyeol got overdosed himself. But Baekhyun still read it, just in case he read it wrong before.

But he was shaking, his head couldn’t think straight. There was an unconscious man in front of him.

“Fuck this shit.”

He’ll have to trust his memory.

He opened the package, and there was a tiny bottle that came with a huge syringe in it.

“Rip his shirt open,” Baekhyun commanded the woman as he tried to inject the 6-inch needle to the bottle with his shaky hands.

Baekhyun breathed heavily. He held his hand high over his head with the syringe, focused on the man’s chest. He had to inject the shot hard enough to get through his ribcage to his heart—to make his heart pump again with the adrenaline shot.

Baekhyun’s breath got heavier and heavier by the second.

Just a single response.

Baekhyun held his breath and stabbed the man with the needle.

A single response that could make everything better.

The man arose from his position, making a loud noise as he inhaled every air his lungs could get as he came back to life.

In a shaky voice, breathing rapidly, the man cursed, “Fuck.”

Or could make matters worse.

To be continued...

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Hell and Back- Chapter 19: Date Night (Trials 25-26)

Word count: 1533

Chapter warnings: None

[Please do not replicate any of the behaviors read in this book.]

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"Limited power is Sehun," she said looking up. "We only have a few more people left to go. Maybe I should-"

"Xiumin, you're up." Suho cut her off. As she stared at him, he looked at her strangely. "What are you waiting for? Hit his name." Shaking her head slightly in astonishment, she did as he asked. She felt like this would backfire later, but... there wasn't much she could do.

"Slash someone's tires." She said.

"That's not too bad."Xiumin said, sighing. "At least I don't have to drive off a cliff or something. Do you still have that knife, Y/N?" She nodded, pulling out of her pocket with slight irritation. She knew that it wasn't Xiumin's fault that Suho was gatekeeping the challenges from her, but she couldn't help but take it out on everyone just a little. Taking it gently from her hand with a grateful nod, he flipped out the sturdiest knife in the bunch.

Kneeling down next to the car that they'd just crashed, he felt around for the softest spot. Limber fingers eventually settling on a particularly squishy area on the inner ring, he drew back the blade, puncturing the tire. With a hiss of air, it began leaking, causing the circle to slowly melt. Looking up to her expectantly, she checked the status of the trial. After a moment, she shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Maybe you have to do all four?" Kai suggested. "It did say tires."

"Oh, good point." Xiumin said, lifting himself up off the ground to repeat the process for the adjacent tire. It only took him a minute to get the rest of the tires, the car sinking one millimeter at a time. Looking over it, slight guilt in his eyes, he glanced over to her again. As she lifted the phone, she saw a bit of italicized text appear... never good.

"It... It says you need to slash the tires of someone's real car."

"How does it know this stuff?" Sehun groaned, complaining. "Like, a tire's a tire!"

"Well, we should probably just do what it says." Chanyeol sighed. "Wouldn't want to deal with 'failure', now would we?" He joked. Despite the nature of his jest, it did bring back the memory of Luhan. She hoped he was doing okay... there was no rule against texting him, right? Maybe she should just-

"Y/N! Are you coming?" Kai called, catching her attention. They were leaving to find another car for Xiumin.

"Yeah, sorry!" She ran over, jumping into the car.

"Should we just go back near the rooms?" Kyungsoo asked. "It's getting kind of late anyway, and as soon as we're done with this, we're a quarter of the way through, so maybe it's best if-"

"No." Suho said. "We keep going. We should finish the personal trials before we go to bed."

"Um, Suho," Chen reached to put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you're freaked out, but everyone's tired, including you. Maybe you just need-"

"I'm not freaked out, and I'm not tired!" He said shortly, trying not to raise his voice. Calming his tone, he grit his teeth, "I just want to make progress on this. The more we do now, the less we do later. So we're finishing the personal trials tonight. After this we just have Tao, Sehun, Chanyeol, and Kris."

"And me." Y/N said, reminding him once again that he was leaving her out.

"...Yeah." He said, almost as if he was trying not to think about it. Did he have some sort of plan? "Anyway, we also shouldn't be slashing tires so close to where some of us live. Then we're suspicious. Just pick some random car."

"Well, we're kind of close to the city." Kris offered. "There are always cars parked in sketchy alleys. Let's just get one of those." Everyone agreeing, Kris edged the car down a nearby alley, cars parked on both sides as he said. Getting out, Kris started,

"We should maybe spread out, just in case something happens. Xiumin, just go to the car in the back, it shouldn't take more than two minutes. Let's go." Since Kris obviously, (and concerningly), seemed to know what he was doing, they obliged. Tao walked down to the mouth of the alley, looking off into the distance as he did so. Curious, Y/N followed him, watching as he leaned against the brick walls, looking out over the dirty streets.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as she walked up behind her, causing her to pause for a moment. She didn't realize he was aware of her presence.

"Alright, a little tired. What about you?"

"Fine. Little worried."

"Yeah..." she said. There was nothing else to discuss, everyone was a little on edge. They were a quarter of the way through, just like Suho had said, but there was still a lot of way to go.

"Your phone is buzzing." He pointed out, surprising her. She hadn't even heard it... His senses must have been better than hers, to say the least. Pulling it out lazily, she unlocked it, realizing that the notification was coming from the app.

"Oh, it's the trials." Eyebrow raising, he asked,

"Is Xiuimin's trial done?"

"No... And it doesn't usually notify me outside of the app when trials are finished..." Looking over the text, she read it out. "Do you wish to replace player Tao's trial with a simultaneous trial to player Xiumin's? There's a countdown of a minute and a half, as well."

"That's... strange." Tao said slowly.

"How did it know that we wanted you to go next? Did it hear Suho talking earlier?"

"I mean, if it knows when we complete trials, it has to have some way of observing what we do, right?"

"So... should we accept it?"

"Maybe we ask Suho..."

"We're down to thirty seconds, though," Y/N countered. "Do we have time?" Eyes shifting left and right a few times, he finally shrugged.

"I mean, I'm curious. Hit it." Pressing the accept button, the screen flipped back to the regular trial screen. Xiumin's trial compacted, sliding left to about half of its original size, a new bubble appearing to its right. Labeled, "Player Tao" at the top, the text underneath appeared. Hit on the next person that walks into the alley. Reading it over her shoulder, his nose scrunched up.

"Really?" She shrugged.

"I guess that's your trial now. Let's hope it's a pretty-" Just as she was making fun of him for this new development, they began to hear heavy footsteps. Peeking around the corner, one of them above the other, both of their eyes widened. The man walking towards them must have been six feet tall, middle aged and well built, dressed in what one would expect any biker-type man to wear to a bar on a Friday night. But half of those qualifications weren't being met, so why was he walking towards the alley. Freaking out a bit, Tao turned to her.

"What do I do?!"

"It's okay, we don't even know if he's coming in here! Just-" She was trying to console him when a deep voice spoke up from next to them.

"Um, excuse me?" Looking up, they saw the man in question, hovering over them.

"H-hello!" She said, waving, trying to get Tao to speak by elbowing him. "What can we do for you?"

"I'm, uh, trying to get to my car." He pointed behind them. "So if you could just... move." Oh... OH! This was why the trial had been aside, it had to have been his car that Xiumin was slashing the tires on right now. What kind of sick twisted irony was this game trying to pull. Regardless, there wasn't much they could do now... Tao would just have to distract him. Collecting his thoughts, Tao started to talk.

"Hey, uh... you come here often?" She nearly face palmed right in front of them. Was he serious? And after all the girlfriends he'd had, this was the best he could do? Still, it served to confuse the man, at least.

"I... what?" He asked.

"You look good in, uh, that... old jacket." Giving Tao a weird look, the man coughed awkwardly.

"Look, kid, I appreciate it, but I'm 37, straight, and married, so I'd like to go home now." Pushing him lightly out of the way, he began traversing down the alley. Looking at her phone, she saw both challenges clear at the same time. She had no idea how that had managed to count as 'hitting on' someone. It was more like a verbal assault of secondhand embarrassment. Still, she frantically waved her hand for the other boys to get out of there as fast as possible.

No longer trying to save any face, they ran as fast as they could, piling into Kris's car. Just as they heard the man shout in anger, Kris tore off down the drive, out of sight before he could even run out of the alley to grab their license plate number. Breathing in deeply, Xiumin sighed.

"Alright, that's that I guess... So who's next, Tao?"

"Actually," she laughed. "About that..."

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Love Maze

Park Jimin x Reader | social media au

Part 20: it’s okay! I’m okay!

After living a life full of expectations, Y/N decides she’s had enough. In an attempt to take back the reins of her life, Y/N starts doing all of the things she was never allowed to. Including falling in love.

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a/n: well well well. Thoughts? Masterlist on bio!

You walked up the remaining steps, finding someone sitting down in front of your door. Your heart rate skyrocketed and you were just about to bolt out running. After further inspection, however, you realized it was non-other than Park Jimin. Your fingers quickly tapped your phone screen, telling Taeri about what had just happened. Suddenly Jimin looked up and stood to his feet, realizing that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

“Dr. Park? What are you doing here?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Ah, I’m sorry if I startled you.” Jimin started saying, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “I realize now that I probably looked sketchy sitting down in front of your doorstep in the dark.”

Jimin scratched the back of his head nervously, realizing that he had nothing prepared as to why he was waiting for you. “Right, I haven’t answered your question. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you.”

“Check on me?” You reached inside your purse and took out your keys. “We better go inside. It’s still chilly, we wouldn’t want you to catch a cold and pass it on to Jitae.”

Jimin chuckled and nodded, moving out of the way to allow you to open the door. Once inside, you motioned for him to sit down as you walked over to the kitchen and turned on your coffee maker. Neither of you said anything. You busied yourself with making the coffee while he fiddled with his phone.

Sigh.

“Here you go.” You said, extending the warm beverage for him to take.

“Oh, thank you.”

You nodded before taking a seat across from him. There were a lot of questions in your mind, not to mention things to worry about. However, between the many, you only chose one to ask him.

“Dr. Park, why did you lie?”

His eyes grew wide, not understanding the question. What had he lied about?

“Why did you lie about the hospital not being busy? It’s not a big deal but if you needed help, you could’ve just said so and I would’ve come in.”

He took a deep breath. “You needed to be with your family. I couldn’t ask you to come in when all of that was going on with your dad. Family comes first.”

You fell silent, but after a couple of minutes you spoke again. “Then... why did you come here?”

Your head turned from your hot beverage to Jimin at the sound of a chuckle escaping from him.

“What’s so funny?”

He put his cup of coffee on top of the small table that was in the middle of your living room. “I honestly had no idea if you were gonna come back to your apartment tonight or not. I got off my shift and the first thing I wanted to do was check on you, see if you were okay. I know I could’ve texted you but I didn’t wanted to bother you in case you were with your dad.”

“So you just came over? What if I didn’t come at all?” You asked surprised. “You just said you had no idea if I was going to show or not.”

“Then I would’ve come tomorrow, or the next day.” Jimin stood up from the couch and walked over. He kneeled in front of you and took the cup from your hands and placed it on the table. You just looked at him, following his every move. Jimin the wrapped his hands around yours. Your eyes grew wide and you just couldn’t seem to process what was happening. What is going on?

He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I—“

RING. RING. RING.

The two of you jumped at the sound of your cellphone ringing. Jimin quickly let go of your hands and stood up, taking a step back. You reached for you phone and noticed that it was none other than your best friend who was trying to reach you.

“A-ah, excuse me.” Was the only thing you could mutter out.

Jimin nodded. You quickly walked over to your bedroom and closed the door behind you. You took a deep breath trying to compose yourself before clicking the green button.

“Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?!!”

Woah.

“Uh, yeah. A bit deaf, but I’m alive.” You replied, switching your phone from one ear to the other.

“I’m sorry. I was just so worried! I was about to take off to your apartment.” Taeri exclaimed.

“No you weren’t.” You deadpanned.

She chuckled. “Yeah, I wasn’t. I’m too young to die... but hey! You answered your phone, so my job here is done.”

“You really have the worst timing.” You sighed. Your heartbeat accelerating as you recalled what had happened just moments ago.

“What?” Taeri’s voice full of confusion and curiosity.

“Nothing. I got to go, I have to pack. You know... so I can go live at the dungeon.”

“Ah, yes! I’ll let you go then. See you tomorrow.” Taeri said cheerfully before hanging up.

You placed your hand on top of your chest. Be still my heart.

Why had Dr. Park gone out of his way and waited for you outside your apartment? Why had he held your hands like that just now? What was he about to say to you? Was he about to confess?

“Pft, yeah right!” You said to yourself before pulling out a suitcase from your closet. You scolded yourself for thinking like that while you stuffed it with whatever clothes and shoes you came across.

Meanwhile, Jimin was head banging himself in the living room.

“I can’t believe I almost told her.” He whispered to himself. “She’s going to think I’m trying to take advantage of her vulnerability.”

He covered his face with his hands and threw himself on the couch.

JaeHee, are you watching? I bet you’re laughing your ass off.

The sound of the door opening snapped Jimin out of his thoughts and stood up the moment he saw you entering the living room. Jimin noticed you had a suitcase in your hand, which meant you were ready to leave for your parents’. He walked over and took it from you.

You tried reaching for it again but he stopped you. “It’s okay, Y/N. I got it.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.” You said shyly. What are you Y/N? Thirteen years old???

Jimin opened your apartment for you and nudged his head, telling you to go ahead first. “I’ll give you a ride. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I just let you take a cab at these high hours of the night? Besides, I think it would be good to show your mom that I’m still in the picture.” He winked at you jokingly.

The two of you laughed and you nodded. “Yeah, the last thing I need is for her to pester me about blind dates while I’m there.”

“Off we go then.”

During the drive over there, the two of you talked about what had happened that day at the hospital. About how you always seemed to call in whenever it was the busiest and how Taeri almost fainted when she assisted a birth.

“You should’ve seen her.” Jimin retold the story in between laughs. “When the baby started crowning, she had to take a seat. The dad was all like ‘ma’am, that’s my job.’ The whole staff started laughing, but after that she toughened up. She really was a big help.”

“That sounds like her.” You laughed along, wiping away a tear. But when you looked up, you realized that Jimin had stopped the car and that the two of you had arrived at your old house.

“Well this is it.” Jimin looked over at you with a smile.

“This is it.” You agreed.

While you were taking off your seatbelt, Jimin had already gotten off your luggage from the trunk and had opened the door for you.

“Thank you, Dr. Park. You know, for checking on me and for bringing me all the way here. I really appreciate it.” You bowed slightly in gratitude.

“Anytime.” Jimin responded, watching after you. Making sure that you got inside safely.

Just as you were about to open the gate, you stepped on a loose rock and completely lost your footing. So you braced yourself for the impact. Yeah sure, you could’ve easily stopped yourself from falling, but at this point you were so physically and emotionally drained that you didn’t care anymore.

But the pain never came.

You slowly opened your eyes, finding yourself suspended in the air with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

Dr. Park’s arms.

“Y/N, are you okay?” His voice was full of worry.

You hadn’t realized that the two of you were closer than usual so when you finally turned to face him, your lips touched.

At that, Jimin completely freaked out and let go of you, dropping you to the floor. “Oh my God, Y/N! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You quickly got on your feet and waved your hands dismissively. “It’s okay! I’m okay! Well I got to go, bye!”

You flung your suitcase over your shoulder and raced inside. Oh how thankful you were that it was nighttime, otherwise Jimin would’ve seen how red your face was. You heart was beating like crazy, you swore it would burst out of your chest at any moment.

What’s this feeling? Why am I feeling like this? You continued to ask yourself while you made your way inside. Could it be that I have feelings for Dr. Park?

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lookwhatilost · 4 years

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andrew is trying to quit nicotine and it’s turning him into an irritable brat. he slept over last night even tho he wasn’t intending to. like, he didn’t pack an overnight bag, he dosed off at like 7 and was asleep for 4 odd hours, woke up when it was too late to justify going home, and went back to bed.

like 2 hours into his nap I went downstairs and talked to my roommate. he said he “might be back, might not be back” which basically means he’s going to his gf/fling/whatever she is to him’s apt. he leaves. I get a txt from Justin when his shift ended and we talked back and forth briefly

went back upstairs when I heard andrew walk to the bathroom (it’s like 11 at this point) and sit down on my bed. joked abt how long he’d been asleep. he was very very annoyed w me, asked me why I didn’t wake him up earlier and I said I didn’t want to disturb him bc he was complaining abt how tired he was earlier. he went on the same rant he always does abt hating his job and wanting not be there and I tried to sympathize w him. i know hes pissed that he lost his hazard pay raise. i know he hates working at the hardware store to begin w and it was only supposed to be a temporary thing while he looked for something better. then all this happened – the world shut down, he was deemed essential – i get why he’s angry tho I’ll admit I’m getting a little tired of hearing it. he ended up getting very angry w me for no reason. kept snapping at me. I told him something like “sweet dreams” and he jst was like “whatever” and we both went to sleep. felt like total shit for no reason.

woke up this morning abt 20 minutes before he left for work and he apologized for getting so upset. He pointed out that dans truck was still gone and I was like, yeah, he mentioned he might not be home this morning when I was talking to him last night. he asked “did he say where he was going last night?” and I said “nope” and he muttered “did Justin?” And I was like “what?” And he backtracked all “oh, nothing”

which is rly weird bc I have no idea how he’d have known we were talking? the whole time he and I were texting, I was downstairs, and we exchanged like 3 msges tops. it wasn’t anything weird or sketchy.

not to mention super fucking hypocritical of him bc I know he still talks to Kristen and is mad secretive abt it for reasons I dnt think I trust

like I’m so tired of his stupid grudge against him even tho they haven’t had any meaningful contact in five. fucking. years. and everything “horrible” that justin ever apparently did to him either sounds like a flat out lie or is jst something petty. sorry he met me first. sorry i had significantly more intense feelings for him (obviously I have not disclosed that to andrew). sorry that he’s more responsible than you are. sorry you feel inclined to stir the pot completely unprompted

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oh-its-souichi · 5 years

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Demolition Lovers

Part 2

Dabi X Reader

Yo!

Another repost from my main

Warning; Fluff, a--n--g--s--t, shite grammar as usual.

The morning after he sprung back into your life you woke up alone. The place where he slept completely void of presence. “Dabi?” you called out wondering if he had gone into the bathroom but there was no response and when you finally worked up the energy to check the bathroom, the only “room” in your studio apartment, there was no one there. You huffed blowing back a few strands of hair that fell annoyingly into your face. ‘I wonder where he went off to’ you mused shrugging your shoulders. It’s not like you actually expected him to stick around anyhow.

A lugubrious feeling came over you as you stood in the bathroom door but you quickly pushed it aside letting a bright smile come to your face. “At least you got to see him again” you said out-loud trying to freshen your mood. It worked, for a few minutes at least.

You walked fully into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and beginning your morning routine. First you would start off with a nice hot shower which you didn’t do anything but stare at the wall in front of you for the first 20 minutes until you realized you had to be down at the bar in 5 minutes. “Shit!” you would screech quickly dumping a GENEROUS amount of your strawberry shampoo and conditioner into your hand lathering it sloppily into your long locks, rinsing it off almost as soon as you put it in your hair.

After all the soap was gone from your hair you would tumble out of the shower coating the room with water while one hand blindly reached for the pink towel that hung sorrowful, it’s spirits grown weary with your constant tardiness and carelessness. Hastily you would dry your body off with the towel then brush your teeth. By the end of the ordeal you would be dressed DECENTLY, your hair wild looking and your feet behind the bar a minute before you were due to clock in.

That was most mornings anyhow, this particular morning you found yourself getting ready a few minutes early, still rushed as usual but, by the end you had brushed your hair and applied a bit of make-up, showing up to work two minutes early.

You walked into the acidic smelling bar your hair trailing behind you. Immediately your co-worker perked up eyeing you suspiciously. You straightened your back trying to avoid her gaze but it was no use. She KNEW. “Hey L/N?” she called out amusement playing on her lips. “Yes Saito?” you said innocently joining her behind the bar. You grabbed your apron from underneath the counter trying to act nonchalantly but the blush on your cheeks betrayed you. Saito had this power, not quirk (she can carbonate water with her pointer finger), just god given talent to predict when someone has been with a boy. She never failed always embarrassing friends and those around her with her damning prediction. It both amazed you and terrified you because one day it would be your turn. “You sure look nice this morning. Your hair doesn’t look like it’s fighting to get off of your head for once. Why is that?” You shrugged tying your apron around your waist.

She sauntered closer to you, malice and humiliation in the air. “Have you been with a boy?” She said coyly standing above you, her presence demanding. You blushed harder rocketing to your feet, beginning to run away from her. “No! Shut up!” You yelled as you ran into the back room. Saito knocked her knuckles a few times off of the shiny marble counter top, clicking her tongue. “It never fails” she chuckled resuming with her task of cleaning glasses.

You stood silently in the backroom biting your lip, knuckles white and cheeks blushing furiously. Every part of you was completely tense, your muscles buttoned tightly. A exasperated laugh left your lips and you relaxed after having analyzed your reaction. ‘That didn’t make you look guilty at all’ you thought releasing the tension in your body. ‘You are ridiculous’ you thought before grabbing a bucket from the shelf and filling it with water readying yourself to clean the tables.

Once you walked out of the back room you felt Saito’s eyes fall on you again only this time you didn’t not waver. Instead you walked fiercely, your gaze burning into the table in front of you. “Yes I was. Tell anyone and your dead” Sloppily you sloshed the water chemical mixture onto the table scrubbing it harshly. Saito laughed “So the truth comes out” she said setting the glass she had in her hand down on the counter. A involuntary smirk formed on your face choosing to ignore her response.

The rest of the day dragged on. Working day shift at a bar was… slow. Not many people came in. Around shift change a few salary men would wander in having just gotten off of work but that occurred around 5;00 pm. As you did your various tasks Dabi popped up in your head, intruding in on your thoughts with his face. It was good to see him again, if only it could have been for a bit longer.

After work you took off your apron waving good bye at those you passed while running for the door. “Don’t have to much fun your your boyfriend L/n!” Saito yelled happily. Your boss who was knelt down beside her popped up. You didn’t turn around continuing on with your sprint. “Boy??” you heard his confused voice say. ‘Great. I’ll never live that down now.’ you thought flipping around the building and practically leaping up the sketchy metal ladder that led to your apartment.Once up the stairs you unlocked the door and flopped down onto the ground, your arms sore from cleaning. Lazily you shut the door with your foot remaining on the floor.

You enjoyed the way the cool wood floor felt against your face, breathing in deeper the smell of the floral candles your burned. A shiver rippled through your body at the sensation. You were home. A safe place. Growing up you had never felt safe going home so to have s place to call your own where you could shut in and drown out the world was very important to you. It supplied you with something you never had growing up. Security.

Lost in your thoughts your ears didn’t pick up on the door cracking open followed by the sound of soft footsteps. The door gentle nudged the pads of your foot but the sensation didn’t register with you. Call it exhaustion. It was his voice the grabbed you down from your place in the clouds. “What are you doing?” Dabi’s deep voice said from behind you. Your body jolted against the floor in shock, your eyes widening. “Umm” you smiled sheepishly feeling the same blush from before return to your face. It is published in many scientific articles and books that the brain is the powerhouse of the body, the king of the kingdom, the Albert Einstein of the body but despite all of the clout your amazing squishy organ could not think of anything to spare you. Instead your lips fumbled around until you could squeak out an “I-I don’t know?” Classic.

He smirked a small chuckle leaving his lips.”I can see your still a ditz” he said entering your apartment full, shutting the door behind him. You stood brushing off a bit of dust your clothes had collected from the floor. “Did you have to work today?” you asked coyly hoping to figure out why he left with no explanation, not that he wasn’t free to do so. He smirked again flopping down onto your bed. “Yeah somethin’ like that. What about you?”

As he laid on your bed you couldn’t help but notice the way his white t-shirt rode up exposing the V on his hips. It had been ingrained in you since childhood that it is impolite to stare but for some reason despite the warning signals going off in your head to look away, you couldn’t. Involuntarily your eyes stayed glued to the exposed skin, your face becoming redder and redder by the second. “Hey answer my question pervert” he said pulling his shirt down with a shit eating grin.

Feeling brave you flipped him off, earning a fake scoff, and sat next to his body on the bed. “Yeah i just got off a few minutes ago.” He hummed in response his voice trailing off. A comfortable silence fell on the both of you. Your could hear some traffic passing by along side the sound of a group of girls giggling loudly to themselves. Beside you- you felt Dabi shift sitting up next to you. “Look I really want to talk to you about something. Its pissing me off- just hear me out alright?”

You nodded having a vague idea about what he was going to say. “i said some shitty things to you- maybe you don’t remember- and yeah- I’m” he trailed out groaning in frustration. “I’m Sorry”

The words he spoke to you all those years ago echoed through your head. You remember them hurting at the time but for some reason you understood why he said them. He was right after all. Your quirk did more harm then good often rendering it useless. You got over it quickly. That was one of the less painful things happening to you at the time.

A gentle smile came onto your face “It’s okay” you said wrapping your arms around him in a caring hug. He blinked shocked at your action but very quickly got used to the way your body felt perfect against his. “You’ve always been a shit head I didn’t expect anything different from you then and I don’t know.” His brilliant blue eyes connected to the white wall in front of him, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

The two of you remained in the hug for a unnecessarily long amount of time to lost in the feeling of the other persons embrace. Dabi dropped his head down on our shoulder leaning his head against yours. The smell of your hair filled his nostrils causing goosebumps to form on his arms.

You nuzzled your face into Dabi’s neck becoming distracted and wrapped up in bliss when he began to trail his fingers up and down your arms softly. To the sensation you closed your eyes letting the shivers pick you up and carry you away.

“Who are these from?” He asked suddenly ripping you out of your euphoric state. Immediately you felt self conscious and found yourself pulling away from him and pulling a blanket over your body. He stared at you softly reading into your reaction. “What are what from?” you said innocently attempting to play dumb. It didn’t work.

Dramatically he rolled his eyes “Right” and pulled the soft blanket halfway down your arm lightly touching the scars that lined your whole body, the scars you absolutely loathed. “These.” he stated “Who are they from?”

You shook your head casting your eyes out the window, mapping the splash of orange and pink that had stained the normally blue sky. “It’s from my quirk” you said pulling the blanket back over your shoulder. “huh. It never got better?”

Pain painted your E/C as they looked away from their spot at the window and down to your scarred arms. Your quirk allowed you to turn your body into glass, when your first developed it you were able to use it freely, the doctor informing you that the glass you were able to turn your body into was extremely tough. They had never seen anything like it.

That was until one day you were playing outside with Dabi and you fell off a tree. Out of sheer instinct you turned your body into glass before you hit the ground hoping to break the fall and avoid having to explain to your father that you had gotten hurt while you were outside playing with a boy. That wouldn’t have pleased him at all. Everything was fine until you hit the ground. Upon impact your body was engulfed with a searing pain that cracked across your body. You let out a small yelp, looking down. To your shock across your arms were deep cracks. “Dabi!” you yelled

The doctors had never seen anything like that either. You were taken to the doctor by your very angry father only to learn that your quirk was breaking down, the modules that enabled you to turn to glass were becoming weak. From that point on whenever you used your quirk you found yourself engulfed by the same pain followed by the tell tale cracks across whatever part of your body was afflicted.

“No” you said softly looking up at him. “What about you? These are new?” you said hoping to get the attention off of you. There were a few scars that tattooed your body that weren’t from your quirk but you didn’t care to explain that. He sighed holding up his arms. “Oh you noticed” he teased a barely detectable bit of sadness lurking in his sarcasm. “It’s my quirk as well.”

You clicked your tongue feeling sad he was having to endure that much pain. “Looks like we both got screwed” You laughed leaning your head against he shoulder. He hummed pleased by your touch, slowly bringing his hand off of his lap and onto your arm nearest to him. “Guess so” he stated plainly. More silence ensued until Dabi cleared his throat. “They are kind of bad ass though”

You twisted your face in confusion removing yourself from his shoulder. “What is?” you said watching him trace his thumb on a particularly long scar on your arm. “These are. It looks like lightening or some shit. you shouldn’t be so self conscience.” You mouth fell open in amazement at his words. ‘Is he complimenting me?’ you thought immediately wanting to dismiss the possibility. A nervous laugh came out of your mouth being. “yeah okay” you smiled standing up. You began to walk in the direction of the shower suddenly becoming aware of the fact that you still smelled like a bar.

Before you could get to far he grabbed onto your wrist an earnest look on his face. “Hey I’m serious brat” You froze unsure what to do. Compliments were something that were very foreign to you. “Oh thank you” you squeaked pink blush forming on your cheeks. Dabi smiled lazily pleased with your reaction, you were so cute. “Don’t get flustered now Y/N I know I’m good looking but have a little-”

You ripped your hand out of his grasp before he could finish gloating. “I’m not flustered!” you said storming into the bathroom. After a few stomps he hear the door of the bathroom slam loudly. A adoring chuckle left his lips as he pictured the scars in his mind. It’s was pretty evident that a few of the scar were not from your quirk. Those few looking more thicker and not as jagged. He planned on asking you about it someday but he wouldn’t push he had a few secrets of his own he was wanting to keep.

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BTS Reacting To: Meeting their S/O for the first time

// hey so,, I usually try to make the reader as interactive and relatable as I can but this is kinda dedicated to someone,, I probably won’t do it again though ajsjs (unless it’s requested) oH, and sorry about Jungkook’s reaction, I ran out of text blocks. //

Also, this is so long what the fuCk

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Jin:

Curly hair isn’t very common in Korea so when you had first walked into his cafe, curls framing your face as you took in the scent of cinnamon, he was more than intrigued by you. I mean, how could he not be? You were absolutely adorable. He would watch you sitting at your table and find himself fantasizing about what it would feel like to play with your curls. You flashed him a smile as he greeted you and you had ordered a muffin. Whenever you would come into his cafe and it was time for him to serve you you’re food, he always made sure to write a message on the muffin’s decorative wrapper. In the process of opening up your muffin you had clearly saw his note and in return you had playfully rolled your eyes.

It read: “We should get coffee sometime, because I like you a latte ;) 000-000-000”

You looked back up to him with a goofy grin as he sent you a wink in return. Finally you had given into his cute charms, proceeding to save his number into your phone as ‘cute cafe boy’ and making a mental note to text him later.

Namjoon:

You’d been trying to reach a book that just had to be all the way up on the top shelf. Rolling your eyes, you were about to go and ask one of the library workers for help. Not expecting to bump into a tall stranger’s chest, you ended up letting out a weird screeching sound. You heard a deep chuckle coming from above you as the stranger reached above you to grab the book you had been struggling to get.

“You looked like you were in need of some help, here.” he said handing you the book.

“Ah! Thank you, I’ve been trying to get that book for at least 10 minutes now.” You giggled, looking up at him. This man was quite tall, skin on the tanner side, and had a smile that showed off his deep dimples. While you were busy examining his face, he was doing the exact same thing. He smiled even wider as he took in your appearance. You were wearing leggings with an oversized sweatshirt that made you look endearingly small in comparison. But what had really reeled him in was your hair. Your kinky curls bouncing atop your head as you giggled at him cutely. All he could imagine was you laying your head on his lap while he played with your cute coils.

“you’re really cute.” he thought, but he must’ve said it aloud because you were now cocking your head to the side.

“I’m cute?” You teased

“Wait No- yes, I mean—” he struggled, trying to find the right words. He took a deep breath as he continued, “Can I get your number?”

You smiled, finally hearing what you hoped he would ask. “Of course you can.” You replied sweetly. After you had both switched phones and traded numbers you said your goodbyes. But not even an hour later you got a text from ‘library boy💕’

and it read: “Would you like to meet tomorrow for lunch? :)”

Hoseok:

When Hobi first met you he had been on his way to the dance studio to (obviously) practice a dance. He had been close to his studio and heard the loud sound of loud muffled music coming out of it. He curiously entered the room only to find a girl in gray sweats with flames going up the sides, wearing a crop top, paired with white high tops. He hadn’t noticed at first but your hair was curly and was styled in a half up-half down style. Something about you screamed badass. You hadn’t noticed him yet, being so caught up in getting the moves right. As you moved to the song that was playing, he watched as your limbs hit every beat, not missing a single one.

By now, he was sitting on the floor watching you contently. The song had finally came to an end and you were now trying to catch your breath but then heard slow clapping coming from the side of the room. You whipped your body around at the sound only to see a brown haired boy, who was quite cute, smiling a smile brighter than the sun. You smiled apologetically at the boy, realizing that you must’ve had the wrong room, as the next person shouldn’t be here for another hour or so.

“How long have you been there?” You asked, gulping down water.

He thought about it for a moment before speaking, “20 minutes or so but—“

You started rambling as you realized that you had taken up quite a bit of his practice time. “I’m so bad at keeping track of time, I’m so-“

He interrupts you with a smile, continuing with what he was trying to say earlier, “I’ve been here for 20 minutes or so but I didn’t have the heart to stop you, you were pretty entertaining if you ask me.” He charmed

“Ah thank you, once again, sorry about that.” You laughed

“It’s no problem, really! I enjoyed it.” He complimented

“I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you again, but I really have to get going now.” You rushed, having checked the time.

“ah okay. we should dance together sometime, yeah?” He smiled again, this time his little dimples popping out.

You contemplated, “That sounds good, can I see your phone?” You asked politely.

he hummed in approval and tossed you his phone. You typed your number in, saving yourself as ‘Y/N’

“Oh! My names Y/N, Text me!” You giggled, exiting the studio.

He laughed to himself at your antics as he repeated your name over and over again, as if he was testing how it sounded on his tongue.

Yoongi:

This could be a whole Drabble ajkdkskshs

You leaned against the counter of the towns local gas station, the stick of a bubblegum flavored lollipop poking out of the corner of your mouth. There was something about the bubblegum flavored lollipop that had you hooked. You had tried many other flavors before but their tastes never satisfied you like this flavor did. Maybe it was the pop of sweetness that would fill your mouth or the feeling of nostalgia it gave you; you didn’t know.

The jingling of bells had interrupted your thought process, alerting you that a customer had entered. A man wearing ripped jeans, a black mask, and a black long sleeve walked in. He was quite pale with mint green hair, a black beanie atop his head.

You watched as he looked around for a second and then approached the counter, pulling down his mask. He was cutely intimidating.

“What can I get you?” You asked, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth for the time being.

His eyes scanned the selection of cigarettes behind you before speaking. “I’ll take a pack of Marlboros.” He requested. His voice was raspy but soothing.

“Those things kill, you know.” You remarked as you unlocked the glass wall that held the cigarettes.

He looked at you for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face. “Those things give you cavities, you know.” He retorted, analyzing the lollipop that you were holding.

A smile appeared on your face at his clever comeback. “What’s your name?” You asked, scanning his item.

“Yoongi.”

“Cute. I’m y/n.” You replied, popping the lollipop back into your mouth.

He chuckled at your straightforwardness and sent you a curious look. You were definitely different from most of the girls he met. Most of them were blushing and giggling shyly by now, realizing how handsome he was. But you, you were chill. You were mysteriously intriguing. He liked that, he wanted to get to know you better.

“When does your shift end?”

You checked your phone and locked eyes with him, handing him his cigarettes. “In about an hour, why?”

“No reason, just wondering.” He hummed, leaving the gas station.

That was weird, you thought. About an hour, just as your shift was ending, the door had chimed again. You looked up to see the mint haired boy, his gummy smile threatening to show. He walked in and leaned against the counter. “Your shift end yet?”

“Yeah actually, I’m just getting off.” You said, confused as to why he was here again, Not that you minded in the least.

“Would you be interested in getting lunch with me?”

You hummed in consideration before a smirk appeared on your face. “What’s in it for me?” You asked playfully. You were never going to reject his offer in the first place but you wanted to tease him a bit.

He hummed with a small smile on his face before answering, “Free food and some of these?” He said while reaching into a bag that you hadn’t noticed he was holding. He pulled out a bag of your favorite bubblegum flavored lollipops. He held them teasingly in the air as he continued speaking, “but only if you come to lunch with me~” He said teasingly holding them in the air.

Your eyes widened comically as you thought about it. He didn’t seem like a murderer, he was observant and sweet, and he was handsome. What were you gonna do, say no? You’d be stupid to say no, so you accepted.

“In that case,” you tapped on your chin as if you were debating something, “sure.” You said coolly but had a smile bigger than ever.

You looked at him again and the sight you saw made your heart clench in fondness. His eyes were filled with happiness, a gummy smile big enough to reach his eyes.

Jimin:

You had been strolling through the park one night. You watched as the snowflakes fell; the frosty flakes sprinkling onto the top of your head as well. Yes, it was cold, but you had been studying for your finals all day and had been starting to feel suffocated.

You followed the path in the park until you heard sniffles up ahead. Thinking back, it sounds been sketchy as fuck but your curiosity only urged you further. You hesitated. “Curiosity killed the cat, right? guess I’m dying. You thought, walking further.

You continued to follow the sound of sniffles and it had soon led you to a man sitting on a bench. The street light sitting above him illuminated his figure. You couldn’t see his face but he wore only a light sweater and skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. Having heard your steps, his head snapped up. You examined his face; His tear stained cheeks were shiny, but he was cute.

You approached him wearily. His eyes never left your face as you fished a few tissues out of your coat pocket. Should I ask him if he’s okay? No—he’s obviously not okay, he’s crying. As you got closer, he scooted over, almost as if he was trying to make room for you. Taking it as a sign to sit down, you sat.

Embarrassed, he turned his face away from you. No words were exchanged for a few moments until you spoke. “Are you cold?” you asked. Shaking from the cold, he pulled his sweater down over his hands. You noticed this and stood up to take your heavier jacket off. As soon as you got it off you scooted closer to him and pulled your oversized jacket around him. His face had whipped around to look at you so fast that you thought he’d get whiplash. You held out the tissue you had been holding. “here.”

His arm slid out from under your jacket and took the tissue. “Thank you.” He mumbled, voice unstable from crying. He blew his nose into the tissue and you both sat there in silence for awhile. Once again, you decided to speak up. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You offered.

Jimin contemplated for a second. Did he want to talk about it? You were a stranger, he didn’t know you but you seemed kind. You had been considerate enough to give him your coat, tissues, and had offered him your company. After all, He would probably never meet you again...right? Right.

To your surprise he had accepted your offer with a “sure.” and had even given you a small smile.

“Alright then, shoot.”

After hearing your words of confirmation, he started to speak. He spoke and spoke for about 25 minutes, only tearing up once or twice. You had offered him the best advice you could muster up and to his surprise, had actually ended up helping him. When he was finished, he continued to speak:

“Thank you. Really. You’ve helped me a fuck ton. He gave you another smile, but this time it was different. It was sincere.

“Anytime, ” You smiled. “Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to. I’m here.” You reached into the jacket that was still around Jimin and pulled out another tissue and a sharpie. You had written your number on it and handed it to him with a smile.

Taehyung:

This one turned out a bit different, oops ?

When it comes to Taehyung, you two had already knew each other. Tae and you had been dating for a while but have never actually met.

When you first met him, he had texted the wrong number on accident but you then ended up talking more and becoming friends, best friends actually. You told him things that you would never even think about telling anyone else, and all without knowing who he really was. He was someone you could tell anything to. You wanted to have a deep conversation at 3am? He was there. You wanted to FaceTime? He’d always answer. It was a mutual feeling, so after awhile, he FaceTimed you and asked you to be his girlfriend.

“Hey y/n,” he says, setting up phone so you could see him better. “Hey TaeTae, What’d you need?” You smiled back into the camera. He looked nervous, really nervous. “Well, we’ve been best friends for quite awhile...” he paused, suddenly serious.

“Yeah...” you urged him to continue talking.

“I don’t think we should be best friends anymore-”

“w-what, why?” Your eyes grew wide and your hands trembled as you struggled to speak.

“Because,” He continued, “I want to be more than that.” He was now looking down and playing with his fingers, rambling. “I understand if you don’t feel the same or if you-“

“Wait Tae. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You interrupted, blank faced. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

He smiled hopefully, “I am. Will you accept me y/n?”

You smiled the brightest smile you’ve smiled in a while. Damn, he makes you so happy.

“what the fuck? Yes, of course I will!” You screeched, almost falling off your bed in the process.

You had been wanting to meet him in person for awhile but Tae wanted to wait till you were more serious till you met. Both of you were currently in college but you knew that Tae couldn’t afford to spend money on a plane ticket for you. You had a stable job and could surely take some time off from college, so why not? Tae was someone you knew would be worth spending the money for, so you didn’t mind.

After packing your suitcase the night before, you woke up at 6am to finally meet your boyfriend. You were excited but along with that excitement came an overwhelming anxiety. What if you weren’t what he thought you’d be? What if you weren’t good enough? What if when he finally sees you, he sees all the flaws he didn’t see before? All of these ‘what if’ questions swirled in your head as you boarded the plane.

The whole plane ride, your stomach continued to feel like it was twisting itself into a giant knot. To try and and create a distraction for yourself, you had plugged your earbuds into your phone and listened to music. To your relief, you were asleep in less than 5 minutes.

Precisely 2 hours and 4 minutes later you were being tapped awake by your seatmate, who then announced that you had arrived. You came out of your sleepy state as your initial excitement kicked in once again. A small smile framed your face as you grabbed your small duffle from above you. In less than 20 minutes, you ,y/n l/n, would be meeting Tae, you couldn’t believe it.

You got your phone out of your back pocket and on the lock screen was a text from Tae telling you where he would be. You replied that you had gotten off safely and made your way to get your suitcase. Following the crowd to where the suitcases would be disposed, you speed walked. You made your way over and were now waiting for your suitcase to pass by. Finally spotting it you grabbed it off of the machine with ease.

Once again, you texted Tae. You asked what he would be wearing so that you would know what to look for. He responded quickly saying that he had recently changed his hair color before he came. He says to look for someone with a head of silverish hair and a striped baseball Tee with a red jacket. You looked for awhile and finally saw him. What he didn’t tell you was that he would be holding a big, neon colored sign with your name on it.

His stomach filled with butterflies as he saw you standing there staring at him as if you had just saw the most beautiful thing ever. He looked at you standing there and only one word could describe you right now; perfection. Absolute perfection. He couldn’t believe you were all his.

When you had saw him it felt like time stopped. Your heart raced as you dropped your luggage and sprinted towards him. As you got closer he had already abandoned the sign he had once been holding. Once you finally reached him you jumped into his open arms, but he had caught you as if he had practiced this a thousand times before. Your face was buried in his neck, his arms holding you tight around your waist. You could hear him sniffling as he mumbled a chorus of “Fuck, you’re actually here.” and “Mine, all mine.” into your ears. You pulled away and mumbled a small “Hi TaeTae.”

Cupping his face with both hands, you wiped his tears with your thumbs as you gave him small pecks all over his face. He giggled at your cuteness and did the same in return.

Jungkook:

You and Jungkook were in High school. Jungkook had a crush on you and had started to leave little love notes in your locker. Looking back at it now, his tactic was quite cliche. But hey, it worked, right? Others might’ve found it creepy or even “obsessive” but you found it endearing and sweet.

This had been going on for a while and each of the little poems or messages would leave you smiling after reading them. Jungkook was in some of your classes, but had only actually talked to you once, and it hadn’t even been a whole conversation. He had accidentally bumped into you in the hallway and mumbled an array of ‘sorry, I didn’t mean too !!’ and ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—‘ As he scrambled to help you pick up your stuff. Unlike you’re “friends” who had laughed at him, you had simply given him a kind smile and told him not to worry about it. Your kindness is what had attracted him to you in the first place, your beauty had been a bonus.

He had been giving you these notes for about a year now and you hadn’t actually been curious to find out who they were from, you just enjoyed getting them. Maybe it was the feeling of wanting it to last longer, you didn’t know. But unfortunately for Jungkook, he had chosen the worst possible time to give you the note.

It was 5th period and you had needed to use the restroom, but to get to the restroom, you had to pass your locker. As you navigated your way through the halls, you were just about to turn another corner as you saw a boy in front of your locker. He was folding a small piece of paper. Is that Jungkook? You watched him for a few more moments and decided to approach him. All of a sudden you were about an arms distance away from him. He still hadn’t noticed you. It’s like that note has him in a trance, you giggled. At that sound, his body jolted up into perfect posture. He stuffed the note into his back pocket. “y-y/n?” He squeaked.

“Hey Kook,” You paused “It’s okay if I call you that, right?”

“O-of course!” He spoke a little more loudly then he would have preferred.

“Cool,” you paused again, “anyway, what are you doing in front of my locker?” You questioned.

“A-ah, I was just—“ he startled to ramble and in the midst of his rambling the little paper had fallen out of his pocket. He had reached down to pick it up but you had beat him to it. On the front of the folded paper was your name in pretty cursive writing. Jungkook stood frozen in front of your locker as you continued to open the note. His hands were sweating profusely. When opening up the paper, it had a small poem on the inside. You recognized it, it was actually written by one of your favorite poets!

“ I appreciate that you want to write me love notes, but you copied someone else’s poem.” You teased him.

“W-Well, I still wrote it on my paper!” He defended himself with a light smile, the blush appearing on his cheeks. You giggled. “Well, next time you want to write me a love poem, just text me.”

“Really?” His eyes widened.

You grinned at him, holding your phone out for him to type his number into.

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wannabe-bella · 5 years

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German Invasion!

(Detective AU series)

"Did you hear?" Comes a cheerful voice from the desk opposite the redhead's. With a questioning look, Chloe glances up to the boy.

"Hear what?" She asks while browsing through a case file.

"Beca's returning today," Says Jesse, her movements halting. After a few moments tick by, she shrugs, pretending to act uninterested.

"Whatever."

"And as Beca's future Best Man, I need to arrange a welcome back party-" Jesse's goes to explain but it's quickly cut short by the elevator door dinging and low and behold... the one and only Beca Mitchell steps out before making her way in.

"Well..." He awkwardly trails off, "I guess no welcome back party. So, I'm just gonna have to improvise this bitch." Standing, he climbs onto his chair before screaming an obnoxiously loud,"WELCOME BACK!" making the entire police squad glance at him.

Some grimace.

Some hold their hands to their ears.

And one may have cried before bolting out of the room.

Stopping in her tracks, Beca's grip on her carrier bag falters as her gaze lands on him. Her mouth gaping open a few times before saying anything.

"I could not be more ashamed of you than I am right now." She deadpans before moving over to her desk. Setting her bag beside the computer, she sees that he's still on top of the chair.

"Dude, sit down."

"Oh," He whispers before glancing around to the staring eyes. "Sorry." He apologizes, slowly climbing back into his chair.

Beca's eyes follows his movements and she shakes her head with an amused smile. "You're like an overly excited puppy. I hate it." Her attention then falls back to her desk.

Her empty desk.

"Ugh."

Grabbing her bag, Beca zips the side open before putting a hand through. Reaching around, she finds what she needs and pulling it out, she sets the documents aside as well as a notepad. Booting up the desk computer, she lazily taps at the wooden table as she waits for it to load.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't one Beca Mitchell." Comes the sickly-sweet voice of Chloe Beale.

Beca can only sigh as she glances over towards the girl. She tips her head, "Beale."

"Mitchell," Chloe throws back, standing from her desk. She makes her way over towards the girl and leans on the monitor. "I'm surprised they let you back this early."

Beca's scrunches her face up, "But my 3 months are up-"

"Which is just a travesty-" Chloe interrupts in a sing-song voice, added with a smirk. Trying to act tough, she leans further over the desk, but her arm slips from the monitor, ending with the screen tumbling over.

Beca stares dead ahead wondering why she chose to come back.

"Mitchell!" Suddenly comes from the Captain's office, causing her to glance over – and making Chloe straighten up her posture, as Gail makes an appearance. "In my office." She says, motioning behind her. Her eyes then flicker towards Chloe, who- for lack of better words, looks as though she has a stick shoved up her ass- stands staring ahead. "Beale, fix that mess." Gail gestures towards the, almost broken, monitor.

"Yes, Captain!" Chloe flinches, grabbing at the computer screen so fast that it almost drops out of her butter fingers.

"Sweet Jesus," Beca mumbles on her way towards the office.

20 minutes later...

"Who... are they?" Chloe voices from her desk as two, very tall, very intimidating looking, people enter the station.

There's a dark-haired man, tall, slim, around his early 30's stood next to a very gorgeous blonde. Their eyes lock and the woman sends her a wink.

"Damn..." Jesse whistles as they saunter through the desks towards the Captain's office. Suddenly Beca's scuttering out from the door, almost running into the gorgeous blonde amazon woman. She halts barely before colliding with her, cursing profanities, "Watch it you- oh my god..." Beca's eyes land on the woman's face.

Chloe watches from afar, her jaw slacked. "Is she-"

"Drooling?" Jesse askes from beside her, "I think she might be." He chuckles.

"Pieter," Comes the woman's weirdly attractive voice, oh and with an accent, "Tell ze elf to move."

"Move elf," Pieter says, beckoning her away.

Beca's eyes don't stray from the woman as she struts past, getting a whiff of her intoxicating perfume, before entering the office. But then she gets her grips about her back and makes her descent towards her desk.

Sitting at said desk, her mouth lays open. But it's suddenly closed as a soft hand shuts it for her and glancing up she finds Chloe by her side.

"How is she even human?" Is all Beca asks, dreamily, and for whatever reason leaves a bad taste in the redhead's mouth as she glares down the office doors.

XxX

"What?!" Beca's eyebrows shoot to the top of her head.

"Don't make me repeat that, Mitchell," Chloe spits back, grabbing her beer and taking a sip from it. The pair are sat at the bar in which 3 months ago, had lead them to-

...never mind.

Anyways, Chloe dragged the stubborn brunette here, only getting her to agree by persuading her with free pizza and beer.

She honestly thought Beca would have put up more of a fight.

"So, let me get this straight," Beca takes a gulp from her beer before picking up a slice of pizza, "You brought me here to ask me to be your partner?" She asks, taking a large bite from the slice... very ungracefully I might add.

"Ew," Chloe scrunches her face up as the girl gets tomato sauce on the side of her mouth. "Yes." She then says, her foot tapping along the wooden bar floor. "Look, please, Beca."

Beca rolls her eyes, "Why?"

Shaking her head, Chloe huffs, "Cos' we can't just have two German's come in and... and steal our jobs!" Is what she goes with.

"But they aren't?" Beca tries.

Sighing Chloe slouches back. With one last gulp from her beer, she stands to leave, "Forget it, I'll ask someone els-"

"Wait." Beca says, reaching out for the girl's wrist only to accidentally grab her hand. Pulling Chloe back, "I'll do it," She says before ushering her back to her chair.

"Really?" Chloe asks, her eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas.

Rolling her eyes once again, Beca lets out a small smile, "Yes."

Squealing, Chloe suddenly jumps up from her chair to bring Beca into a bone-crushing hug, almost falling into the girl's lap.

They fail to notice the others in the bar stare over at them.

"Woo!" One screams out, "I think we just got ourselves an engagement!"

And boy does that make the girls pull away.

"Oh, we're not-"

"Shush," Chloe hushes, leaning in to Beca's ear, "This could get us free drinks all night."

"Are you serious, Beale?" Beca exclaims in a whisper. And when she finds Chloe nodding, she gives in. "Fine." When she glances past the redhead, she finds the people in the bar staring at them as they wait for an answer. So, with a sigh, she puts on her best fake smile and-

"She said yes!"

The bar erupts in a fit of cheers and drinks are bought all round for them.

Guess Chloe was right, eh?

XxX

"When you asked me to do this, I thought it was like an actual case..." Beca states as her and Chloe currently, sneak, their way behind a wall to catch a glimpse at the two German's. "Not some spy mission." But then pausing, Beca twists around to face the girl, "Not that I'm complaining."

"That's a first." Chloe pipes back, laughing at Beca's faux hurt look. Shoving her on the shoulder, she tips her head, "Come on, let's keep moving."

"You're so rough, woman-" Beca halts once more, and sighs, "You ever say something in which you immediately wish you could take back?"

"Oh, plenty of times- oh god, move!" Chloe exclaims out of nowhere, her eyes widening as Pieter and- after listening through the hearing devices they're equipped with- Kommissar make their way over to where they're at, or better yet, hiding.

Beca and Chloe decided to follow the German duo after their shift, finding them pulling into a sushi restaurant.

Safe to say, they think something fishy is up. Haha.

Anway, Chloe from the get go had been feeling iffy towards the new pair. And had even scouted out Gail to ask why they were here. Turns out, they were sent over to investigate a case. Now why they needed European soil for that is something beyond her.

Besides... this whole operation, "German Invasion," is totally not because Chloe saw Beca flirting, and by that she means the poor girl getting all worked up, with the blonde goddess of a woman.

Would also like to mention that Beca and Chloe are currently dressed in wigs. Yes, you heard that correctly.

Fucking. Wigs.

Which were Beca's exact words when Chloe threw a pair of dark sunglasses at her along with a black wig.

She honestly looks like she's been summoned by a witch, or is a witch, with the dark veil of hair added with her pale complexion. Whereas Chloe looks- in Beca's opinion, not that she'll ever admit it out loud- freaking hot in a blonde wig.

In a panic, Chloe looks around for where they can go as the German's near them. "Oh, my god, oh my god-" She flails about as Beca looks on hopelessly.

Suddenly an idea sparks in Chloe's head.

As Beca glances over the side of the wall, she's basically face to face with the German's, "Oh fuc-"

Before she can finish, she hears a faint, "Hey babe!" before her head is being tilted to the side and soft lips colliding into hers.

Beca's eyes go wide in shock, but they quickly close over.

"Ugh..." Kommissar tuts, "Filthy Americans..." She scoffs before continuing through a sketchy looking door.

Chloe pushes further into Beca, backing her up against the wall, completely forgetting why they're currently in the position that they're in. But she isn't complaining, considering Beca flips their positions.

But pulling back for air, Chloe bites her lip as her eyes flutter open. And when they do, they widen as she catches a glance over Beca's shoulder.

"What the hell?" She voices, making Beca's eyebrows furrow.

"What's wrong?" The brunette asks, stepping out of the embrace to glance over. "Oh, shit."

Through the glass window of the sketchy looking door, stands both Kommissar and Pieter. Who seem to be stashing their jackets with jewellery.

Diamonds to be exact.

Side note, why out of all places to hide jewellery would someone place it in a damn sushi restaurant? It doesn't make any sense.

"Are they..."

"Committing theft?" Chloe finishes.

"I- I think so." Beca says, still in shock. "We should stop them, right?"

"Right." Chloe says, with a nod. "So, how should we go about this-" Before she can even complete the sentence, Beca bounds away from her, bursting through the door-

"BPD, you're under arrest!"

Later that night...

"Not only did you follow Detective Kommissar and Detective Pieter, while they were on duty, but you also tried to arrest them, is that correct?" Gail asks from her seat in her office as Beca and Chloe stand at the front of the desk, wigs of shame held in their hands.

"In our defence," Beca begins, making the Captain sigh. "We thought they were stealing. Not retrieving..." She shrugs.

"I'm very close to cutting you off, Mitchell." Gail states, catching Beca off guard. She's pissed and the brunette can tell. "You just returned from a suspension and god give me strength if it weren't for you being a somewhat good detective, I would have had you fired long ago."

Beca can only run a hand through her hair. She falls into the chair behind her with a sigh.

Chloe watches with a dejected look as she fiddles with the wig (of shame) in her hand. "It was my fault," She announces catching Beca and Gail's attention. "I asked her to come along. You should be blaming me, not Beca." She says to the Captain who only shakes her head.

"I'm disappointed in you, Detective Beale." Pushing the glasses up on her nose, Gail points to the door, "You're both dismissed. Don't let me see anything like this happening again."

"Holy shit..." Beca sighs once they're out of the office. She glances over to Chloe to find her staring at the ground below. "Hey..." She reaches out to place her hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's okay."

"I shouldn't have made you come along." The redhead says, and it sounds like she's almost in tears.

"You didn't. You asked and I said yes. There's a difference there." Beca says. "How about we go get a drink at the bar? On me."

Nodding, Chloe shrugs, "Okay..." As they're walking out, she suddenly halts. "Beca?" She calls out just as they near the elevator.

"Hmm?"

"You wouldn't have a ring, would you?"

"A ring? Why would you need a ring-" But then Beca's face goes blank. "Oh fuck."

XxX

RAISE YOUR WIGS OF SHAME!

So yeah, I finally updated this and added a new one shot. This one was honestly ridiculous. But then again, this entire series is. Anyways, I hope you all are liking this so far.

P.S. Do you think this is the end for Kommissar and Pieter, or will they return? Hmmmm...

#bechloe #Pitch Perfect #Detective AU

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forwhycas · 5 years

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Love Thy Neighbor (part 2)

Part 2, a little cute shopping scene, including Freddie:)

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Five days later and you’re still sewing and salvaging as much as you can. She really did tear up almost every article of clothing you had, even the underwear, who the fuck does that? Leaving work in the morning was fun, you found a note on the half broken door.

Lacy, meet me at 7 in the lobby we’ll get that new wardrobe figured out.

Drummer boy came through. You honestly thought you wouldn’t hear from him ever again. Especially after he saw you cry and saw how messed up your apartment was.

Work was going to go by slow now that you actually had plans afterwards.

Wow 7 o’clock could not come faster, 20 more minutes and then you have to speed walk back to the apartment, in skin tight red leather pants. So much work. You got their ten minutes late but their he was, you were out of breath and bent down and put your hands on your knees and tried to catch your breath, huffing and puffing.

“Thought you weren’t going to show, love take a breather, I’m in no rush”

He chuckled as you flipped him off, catching your breath finally.

“Sorry my boss was lecturing me on the ‘appropriate’ work attire, I thought I looked fine, but ya know, I guess I didn’t”

Roger walked a circle around you, and you could feel his eyes on you. He then stopped in front of you and smirked.

“I mean your ass looks quiet spectacular, so I don’t know what his issue is with this ensemble”

Wow your actually blushing, this is new.

“So, you want to drive to this place? I don’t think I can walk for too much longer in these pants they might split. I can drive if you want?”

He nodded and out the door you went, his eyes obviously on your ass. You crossed the street to your car.

“This is your car?”

“No Rog, this is some randos car and I’m gonna hot wire it, yes its mine!”

“Wow, thought you’d have something a little more…….feminine”

“What can I say I like fast cars”

You said while shrugging and getting in. You missed the cold leather and the stick shift and the slight smell of weed.

“Ok where too?”

20 minutes later you arrived near a sketchy alley way, and he told you to park.

“Roger are you gonna kill me?”

“What!? No, I’m about to show you my favorite place to shop”

He led you down the alley and into the cutest place you’ve ever seen before, your face must have lit up with excitement because when you looked over at him, he was grinning as well.

“I’ve never seen someone so happy about a thrift shop, here let me get Freddie, he’ll help you out.”

He wandered off and you just looked around at all of the colorful coats and denim jackets.

“Darling those pants fit you like a glove, Lacey, right? Roger was right, you are quiet a stunner! I’m Freddie”

You looked at Roger while shaking Freddie’s hand. He had marvelous flowing hair with piercing dark eyes and the best cheek bones you have ever seen. You two went off into the store and Roger went off looking at other stuff.

“What else has he said about me? Just curious.”

Freddie grinned at you.

“You’re the girl from across the hall, tight ass, nice eyes, American accent, always has woman and men going in and out of your door… shall I continue?”

“No that’s enough…..I honestly thought I was just ‘the neighbor’ in his eyes.”

He started picking stuff from racks and putting them up to your body for size comparison as you rambled on about nothing.

“Try these on love, he said you’re an artist, you must have a kick ass closet”

You were in the dressing room and had just gotten into a skirt Freddie had shoved in your hands, you heard the curtain open and close quickly. You looked in the mirror and saw Roger closing in on you.

“Can I help you? Last time I checked this is the ladies changi…….”

He didn’t let you finish as he backed you up against the mirror, catching you off guard, he was about to kiss you when you pushed him off.

“Take a lady to dinner before you ravish her.”

You said with a smile on your face and put your hand on his bare chest due to him just wearing a vest and kept pushing him out until he was out of the dressing room. After he was gone you let out a big sigh and pushed the thought of what could have happened out your mind. Just then Freddie walked in, with a whole stack of clothes with him. You could tell Fred was harmless.

“He’s just hurt you didn’t want to fuck him like all the other girls he hangs around with, you might be the only girl, recently at least, who shot him down……try this skirt on its shorter and a better quality……Well? Let’s see it!”

You changed out of the first skirt leaving you in just your underwear and blouse in front of him and he just handed you the skirt, he gave off a sweet vibe that didn’t even phase you with being half naked in front of him.

“Yup that’s it, pair that with anything and maybe even this ex of yours will take you back.”

“I think I’m done with that for a while, after someone trashes your apartment and leaves it destroyed there is no going back from that, but yes this skirt is fantastic, not too short?”

“Perfect length for those legs”

He winked at you and started handing you other clothes and you comfortably changed in and out of at least 30 different outfits with him helping you. He was different and he knew you were different too. You haven’t felt this comfortable being this naked in front of any guy in a while. You only caught him checking you out a few times, but it was more adoration than lust.

“These skirts I’m not charging you for, don’t even argue with me on it darling, you owned them the second I saw you in them.”

Roger looked annoyed when you and Freddie were arguing over the skirts and how you wanted to pay, you lost and ended up buying a hand full of other pants, shirts, dresses, kimonos, and blouses.

“Thank you, Freddie, I’ll be back, and I will pay you for those one day.”

You winked at him and he smiled and playfully smacked your ass as you and Roger turned around to leave with at least 10 bags in hand.

“You know Roger, that was fun!”

He didn’t answer and turned up the radio instead, you got the hint that he was annoyed that you were gushing over his friend and not him. And drove in silence on the way home. He helped you bring everything up and set them down on your couch

“Thanks again for showing me that gem of a store, also I never thanked you for helping me clean up my place the other day.”

He seemed at ease, and back to his cocky and flirtatious self.

“Anytime love, what are neighbors for?..........Can’t wait to see that ass in those skirts”

He winked at you and left you there in your living room to collect your thoughts.

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#roger taylor #fanfic #queen

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beastlyart · 7 years

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Work screeching.

Sundays are always shitshows at the ER. No one wants to work weekends so we never have enough help, it's always slamma-jammed because people wanted to wait out the weekend to see if a problem got better before they called their regular vet on Monday, decided that no... it wasn't getting better. So off to the ER we go, only to be completely flabberghasted at an hour wait time before you see a doctor. Sorry, but hi! Get real.

Typically we just dooon't have enough staff to support the volume of cases. Usually on Saturdays and Sundays it's one to two very experienced techs with a gaggle of mostly-untrained assistants. And I don't want to be mad or frustrated at them, because I've been there, and it's awkward, and it sucks. But I don't have the manpower or time to expend on explaining a thing to you in depth, or walking you through how to do a treatment when things are crashing and our rooms are full. I feel it's unfair to everyone involved, and it breeds resentment, but management is one step removed so they're just, "Oh, well teach them then!"

FUCKING. I know that these girls are physically and mentally capable of all these tasks, but they're still working on restraint. I literally don't have the bodies to spare to watch and constructively critique their placement. It's frustrating to us, it's frustrating to them. When I was a stupid, awkward newbie there were a shit ton of techs to teach me how to do things and watch me as I did them. Great at the time, but we don't have that manpower now, so...? You're setting them up to fail, and it sucks.

There's also some degree of personal element involved, to be fair. False confidence, knowing goddamned well how to do a thing but playing dumb, etc. That stuff will legit annoy me. I just... I think that they'll be good? I just need to stick them both into general/day practice for a few months, to acclimate, then ramp up the pace to emergency medicine. There's no hustle and too many unimportant questions, as is. Like, they're not BAD questions, but if I have something under a sketchy anesthesia or I'm doing something very labor and focus-intensive, visibly stressed, you need to be quick and succinct.

Anyway, so fourteen hours of that wears you down, and it's hard not to snap. Our main ER vet is very good, but was understandably overwhelmed by the volume of cases. It's almost impossible to catch up, after a certain point, added on to the fact that she's dealing with the same assistants who are, yes, warm bodies, but may or may not know how to deal with the tasks she's requesting. I think that she was close to tears, by the time I left.

The silver lining of this cloud is that we got a new full-time doctor who's fucking amazing. A bit quiet, Iranian, so some of it might be a culture shift? I'm still figuring out his sense of humor after having spent a good chunk of time in anesthesia with him. Very good with aggressive dogs, straight and to the point, and he slammed out an anemic Cesarean Section with a 50/50 already-dead to live kitten ratio in 35 minutes flat. Was disappointed in himself for not cutting it off at 20 minutes. Boy, my last surgery was 3 hours of foreign body extraction with a baby vet's first major abdominal surgery. It's bizarre for me to enter the surgery suite and exit again to find the same ER cases on the floor.

Anyway, bad day, but bright future? I hope this dude stays. I love, love, love the baby vets because they're so booksmart and bright and gung-ho, they just don't always have experience and so might shy away or be unsure of some things. It'll be nice to have a "new" doctor who is already very experienced.

#veterinary #shut up liz #meatspace

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rubyandhedy · 5 years

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Behind the Scenes Clip # 1

This is very long but I thought readers might enjoy seeing how a chapter gets made between Arctic and I. We use GMail and respond back and forth. This is not the complete chapter as I had to remove parts that had spoilers. Some are removed, others are replaced with asterisks. By the way, my (Corona) real name isn’t Rella. It’s just a pseudonym.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 1:30 PM to Arctic

"Can I help you, sir?"

Jeremy nodded slightly, slipping something out of his pocket and showing it to the man. "Yeah, I told Chief Danvers I was coming. I'm here to check out some of your cold cases."

The officer glanced at the badge. His eyebrows popped up and he looked a little confused. "Uh, sure Detective. I'll take you downstairs. Just sign this." He pushed at clipboard toward Jeremy and called behind him, "Hey, Murdock. Handle the desk for me will ya?"

The trip down to the records room was awkward for a few seconds.

"So what's a big city Detective like you doing in a town like this?" the officer said, trying to make conversation.

Jeremy was quiet for a minute. "I'm working a case."

"Oh, yeah...I figured..." the officer seemed embarrassed to have asked.

"What your name?" Jeremy said. He wasn't trying to be standoffish. He was just distracted.

"Daily, sir. Rick Daily."

"How long have you been on the force, Daily."

Daily laughed. "Still a rookie. I got out of the academy four months ago."

Jeremy snorted. "Is Sargent Stone still there?"

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 1:48 PM to me

(I just realised how much it would hit Jeremy if he actually knew Ruby's dad and never made the connection with the surnames. She looks more like her mom than her dad. He had brown hair and blue eyes.)

The kid looked at him awkwardly.

"Uh, Sargent Stone...hasn't been around for six years sir." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "He never taught me so I just know about him from the older guys. Did you know him?"

He looked curious. It was an avoided topic in the station.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 2:09 PM to Arctic

Jeremy frowned a bit at Daily's tone but chuckled fondly. "I graduated from the academy here. He was my class's drill Sargent, then my partner for a year and a half as a rookie. Basically my mentor. Taught me most of what I know. We were close but lost touch after I got promoted and moved." He paused and shrugged. "Actually, I was hoping to catch up with him while I was in town. He retired?" Jeremy couldn't imagine Stone was old enough to retire. Plus he was stubborn j*** and probably couldn't stand being away from the station even if he was retired.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 2:20 PM to Arctic

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Jeremy frowned a bit at Daily's tone but chuckled fondly. "I graduated from the academy here. He was my class's drill Sargent. Taught me most of what I know. We were close but lost touch after I got promoted and moved." He paused and shrugged. "Actually, I was hoping to catch up with him while I was in town. He retired?" Jeremy couldn't imagine Stone was old enough to retire. Plus he was stubborn j*** and probably couldn't stand being away from the station even if he was retired.

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 2:29 PM to me

Daily paused at the door to the cold case office and grimaced.

"Um, I'm sorry. Sargent Stone died six years ago." his tone was apologetic. It wasn't all that uncommon for old students or buddies of Stone's to come by looking to get back in contact with him. He was one of those guys that seemed to get along with everyone and made friends by just breathing. Of course if the rumours were to be believed he was also a tough superior. "According to Officer Black that would be the only way the Sargent would ever have retired." he gave a weak smile. He always cracked bad jokes when he was uncomfortable.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 2:43 PM to Arctic

Jeremy immediately felt as if someone had drop-kicked him in the stomach. If they were still on the stairs he probably would have tripped and fell down a flight. He froze for a second and swallowed.It took him a second to breath out a weak laugh. "Yeah, Black's right. Sarge would have needed to be dragged out." He was afraid to ask. Being on the force wasn't exactly a safe job. "What...happened?" It didn't seem real. Stone was always so tough and sure of himself. He could be strict, but he was fair and good friend. Once, after a really bad call, he sat Jeremy and a couple other new guys down and talked them through what happened, even thought they were already ordered to meet with the station counselor the next day. Jeremy struggled to believe he was just...gone.

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 2:52 PM to me

Daily looked away, uncomfortable with grief at his young age."Car crash. No foul play or anything. Apparently the entire force was out checking after it happened to make sure. Just...really bad luck. You know, rain at night. Didn't see the other car. The other car didn't see him..." he stared at the door. "You know his desk is still up there? None of the officers will take it. It's just like he left it with his photos and stuff. I'm sure Officer Black would let you take a look if you want before you left? If it would, uh, help?"

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 2:55 PM to Arctic

Jeremy nodded silently and went through the door as Daily held it open for him. "Y-yeah. I'd appreciate it."

Arctic Vulpix Feb 27, 2019, 3:01 PM to me

"So, uh, what cold case are you looking for?" He asked with forced cheerfulness. The room wasn't very big since the town didn't have a history of unsolved crimes. Luckily it was neat and organised.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 3:30 PM to Arctic

Jeremy hesitated, unsure if it was a good idea to say so. "The 1996 disappearances..." (completely guessing year here.)Daily looked startled."Actually," Jeremy said before Daily could reply. "Everything you have involving Freddy's."Daily shifted but made a beeline toward a section of the room, Jeremy trailing behind. "I heard one of them was found," Daily said, trying not to sound too interested. "A little girl." It was a surprise he even knew the case existed to begin with. Curiosity killed the cat."..."Jeremy eventually spoke. "She wasn't lost. They found her crying and covered in blood. That's what got the police involved in the first place.""I would think some kids going missing would.""Well... the parents didn't think they were missing at first. It was a different time. People were a lot more trusting back then. And the town was smaller. The idea that anyone, a neighbor, could have kidnapped someone's kids was unheard of. The Chief at the time was so adamant it had to be someone from out of town that by the time he was pulling in locals for questioning, the suspect had plenty of time to..." Jeremy trailed off, the previous night coming to mind. It was one thinking about the murderer as some faceless monster, it was another to have him mock you face to face."1996? You were there?" Daily asked, reading labels on the boxes. Jeremy didn't look old enough."You could say that."

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 3:36 PM to me

Eventually Dailly pulled out a box and dropped it on the table."There's not much. Um, everyone in the station has looked at some point or another. Cause of the urban rumours you know? Cops are just naturally curious." He gave a weak smile. "Do you need me to stay? Or have you got this?"

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 3:55 PM to Arctic

Jeremy waved him off. "I'm good. Thanks, Daily.""It's not a problem, sir. Let me know if you need anything."Jeremy was already looking through the box and barely noticed the other cop leave.This was it? He knew it was a slim case file but he could have sworn it was more than this

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 3:58 PM to me

There was the initial report that was filed because of Hedy. Then there was the very basic missing persons reports for the kids. There weren't any interviews with employees here or even evidence from the crime scene. The forensic report was clean. Instead the majority of the file was made up of cease and desist orders from lawyers.

Rella Collis Feb 27, 2019, 4:12 PM to Arctic

It made his blood boil reading them. The lack of regard for grieving families was sickening but he pushed through. He noticed his family mentioned a few times, which wasn't a surprise, but it was very annoying how the lawyers refused to acknowledge any of the children by name. He got it was the lawyers' job, but how illegal we're they willing to be. Cease and desist letters wouldn't be enough to derail an investigation. There had to be something sketchy going on under the table. Something that would make the police go against everything they believed in to turn a blind eye.

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 4:22 PM to me

Of course something like that wouldn't be in the actual report. According to the file the main officer assigned to the case had been Officer Black. Talking to him would probably the his best bet at finding out what had stalled the investigation so thoroughly. Something must have happened to stop this entire station from digging any deeper.

Rella Collis Feb 27, 2019, 4:52 PM to Arctic

Jeremy stayed for a couple more hours in a cold dry basement pouring over the files. Finally, he decided he wasn't going to learn anything he didn't already know.

Word of his arrival had apparently spread by the time he made his way back upstairs.

A man much taller than him trapped him in the doorway with a bone crushing handshake before Jeremy even had a moment to introduce himself.

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 4:59 PM to me

"Name's Alistair Black. I heard that you were a friend of Stone's?" He asked.

It was pretty obvious that most of the station was listening in as Officer Black was not a quiet person.

"Any friend of his is a friend of ours."There were many nods of agreement all around.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 5:09 PM to Arctic

(maybe it's just my writer senses tingling but ******** *** ******* ************** ****** ******* I don't know.)"

Jeremy Fitzgerald," Jeremy said, giving the hand a hearty shake. "Sorry for your loss. I didn't even know he passed."

Arctic Vulpix Wed, Feb 27, 5:15 PM to me

(**************** now I'm considering something *****... *********************)

"It was sudden. He knew so many people we couldn't contact them all for the funeral. And his wife was killed with him so she couldn't help."

He'd never met the woman. All he knew was that she was the only person on the planet that had actually scared Sargent Stone. A single phone call from her had him tripping in his hurry to get home on a number of occasions.

Rella Collis Wed, Feb 27, 6:12 PM to Arctic

(oh no...*****************************************************???)

Jeremy felt a pit in his stomach. "Didn't they have a daughter?"

==Then when we finished the chapter we used email to chat about story ideas for a bit.===

Rella Collis Mar 1, 2019, 12:51 PM to Arctic

"Just 20 from an outside source..." she whispered. "The fuses only work for internal surges. If the whole body is flooded they short."

Arctic Vulpix Mar 1, 2019, 12:55 PM to me

(Not too sure. Might put it in after the next night. It should fit. She's mad at them after the conversation in the chapter I uploaded on Monday. This just adds more detail I didn't have.)

The taser just sat there innocently sparking at him.

He might not know her well but he knew for sure that Ruby would never forgive either of them if he did what he was considering. Despite her violent tendencies she valued a life above everything else and she saw the bots as alive. As long as she thought Spring was alive she wouldn't stop trying to free him. Or defend him if she thought it was necessary. Since she had already overheard him asking some...suspicious questions, she'd no doubt be on alert from now on.

Rella Collis Mar 1, 2019, 1:05 PM to Arctic

(I didn't realize you already updated and Jeremy and Hedy already had this conversation. I didn't get a notification or email from fanfiction. You can take that part out or stick her explanation into the chapter you already updated.)

Arctic Vulpix Mar 1, 2019, 1:09 PM to me

(Nah I'll make it work, don't worry. It was a short chapter because I really did want to have Ruby overhear something that makes her mad at them. It helps explain her cold shoulder in the next chapter. He just asked how much voltage it would take to hypothetically take out a bot the size of Springtrap. The taser explanation helps expand on that.)

Rella Collis Mar 1, 2019, 4:18 PM to Arctic

(Thats real stuff by the way. I was wiring up the motors and special effects to haunted dollhouse I was programming and I intended to hook up lighting and fans in the room as if the ghost rmwas real and effecting things outside of the dollhouse. The dollhouse mechanics used 12 volts but I had to be careful with the outside stuff because I needed to use 120V wiring and power it from the building.)

Arctic Vulpix Mar 1, 2019, 4:29 PM to me

(That's mildly terrifying...)

Rella Collis Mar 1, 2019, 5:46 PM to Arctic

(Kinda justifies Hedy getting angry and annoyed when someone distracts her as she's working on a bot, like all those times Toby complained about Ruby while Hedy was busy with Mangle.)

Arctic Vulpix Mar 2, 2019, 1:26 AM to me

(True. I should mention that at some point with Jeremy realising just how dangerous that is.)

Rella Collis Mar 2, 2019, 2:48 PM to Arctic

(Hedy should get zapped once but it was only a short bit, enough to make her go "ow." and j*** her hand away, but it prompts Jeremy to scold Toby or whoever was the cause. Then maybe Jeremy and Hedy get into an argument where he wants her to wear gloves but she adamantly refuses. Just some ideas. I like to think the animatronics don't even realize how dangerous it is to work on them, since Hedy doesn't mention it because she's a professional and knows what she's doing. But while everyone wants to help her work on Spring she takes the safety very seriously despite how much pain she's in and snaps at Ruby for something small like pushing some wires out of the way. They get a sense of how dangerous it is and how much effort she actually puts into her job.)

Arctic Vulpix Sat, Mar 2, 2:53 PM to me

I like it. I can imagine the nights where Ruby's constantly setting off explosions don't help when she's trying to fix the more delicate bots either.

(By the way I went shopping today and found a little nightmare foxy plush. I'm so happy at the moment.)

Rella Collis Sat, Mar 2, 3:06 PM to Arctic

Aw cool. I found a Mangle plush a while back, but our new doggo got to her and chewed up her nose.

#cowriting #behind the scenes of writing

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willowdidnothingwrong · 7 years

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answer ALL THE QUESTIONS

sharanya there are a hundred!! but ok

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?

No!

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

I’m really fortunate that no one has really hurt me since, I guess, high school! And I definitely forgive high school shenanigans because wow, I thought my friends and I were mature then but this was not true!

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

nyan, nyan, nyan! nihao nyan~~~~~

4: what’s something you really want right now?

a really awesome nerd dance party!

5: are you afraid of falling in love?

No!

6: do you like the beach?

I used to love the beach, or any water, a lot! But I had some weird ear injury, and now it’s hard for me to swim much without getting ear problems. So I still really like the beach, but it makes me feel a bit wistful.

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

Yep.

8: what’s the background on your cell?

An aesthetic shot of Bay-Enterprise train station, in my hometown of Edmonton!

9: name the last four beds you were sat on?

My summer housing bed, a hotel bed in hartford, my bed at home, my bed at school last year.

10: do you like your phone?

Yes. It cannot successfully type ‘t’ or ‘u’, but this adds to the charm! also I’ve gotten really creative at using words which don’t have those letters so that’s cool

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?

I didn’t plan, I guess!

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

I think… a model united nations conference help staffer’s number?

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?

why have either when you could have MY DOG. Which I can. (And you can’t.)

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

Emotional pain lasts longer, I guess?

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

Art museums, because zoos are nice but they also make me sad when animals aren’t well cared for or don’t have enough space! It would be so sad to live your life on display. That said a lot of zoos care for their animals in an amazing way – unfortunately too often, it seems like this isn’t the case though :/

16: are you tired?

No!

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?

As in, my first one to ever be added? I guess my parents, so my whole life. As in, the person I’ve texted the most over my entire lifetime? Since high school. As in, the person I talk to most over the phone now? Also since high school.

18: are they a relative?

For the first of my three alternatives.

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

No! They’re all great people but our relationships ended for good reasons. I hang out with all of them though.

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

Wednesday?

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

No, well yes, depending on what ‘knowing’ means! If a 100% infallible oracle told me that this was the right decision, I guess! But if it’s just the ‘knowing’ of the moment, no! It’s good to have a time-distributed sample of ‘knowing’.

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

No!

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

zeeero

24: is there a certain quote you live by?

“Je pense, donc je suis.”

25: what’s on your mind?

my head. But also my physics research, and thoughts about people! Mainly about how lucky I am to have acquired Amazing Summer Friends, which reminds me to tell them about why they’re great. **does so **

26: do you have any tattoos?

No.

27: what is your favorite color?

Red!

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

When it happens, I guess!

29: who are you texting?

sharanya it’s you!

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

Yes.

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

Roughly as often as chance predicts.

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

Honestly… almost all my friends are nonmale? I have like, one, maybeee two male friends I can talk to about serious stuff? But I am in the process of acquiring a new male friend and I’m Really Excited about this!

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?

Maybe? Unclear!

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

On occasion.

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

I would be surprised! But good for them!

36: were you single on valentines day?

Yep!

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?

Yes!

38: what do your friends call you?

By my first name. or sometimes nerd

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?

I guess, but the perturbation led to me reaching a higher energy state!

40: have you ever cried over a text?

Six years ago.

41: where’s your last bruise located?

I don’t think I’ve had a bruise for years honestly.

42: what is it from?

Hence I forget.

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

Hmm, probably not for three years, when I accidentally wandered into an unfamiliar and possibly sketchy part of Edmonton at midnight through a long and curious chain of events!

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?

My mom!

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

I love converse more than my own sole. (hahaha.) But they break pretty frequently, so whatever pair of converse I’ve had for longest that hasn’t broken!

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

No, I only wear one hat and only when I’m feeling cool enough for it because damn it’s way cooler than I am.

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?

i really like hair for dramatic dance moves;;;;;

48: do you make supper for your family?

Sometimes when I’m home, but honestly my mom does way more of the cooking work even then! The balance is slowly shifting in my favour as I learn better to make things my mom likes and get less lazy!

49: does your bedroom have a door?

Yes.

50: top 3 web-pages?

mspaintadventures,metafilter, wikipedia!

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?

Most of my extended family!

52: does anything on your body hurt?

No!

53: are goodbyes hard for you?

Hmm. Usually they’re really easy, but when I’m hanging out with really cool people I’m always so awkward about it because they’re like ��Bye’! and I’m like “bye…” but I’m really thinking “WAIT BUT YOURE SO COOL WHY NOT JUST KEEP HANGING OUT”

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

Green tea!

55: how is your hair?

Wet post-shower!

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?

grumble, pull my blanket up, attempt to get into a comfortable sleeping position, decide I oughtn’t sleep, turn on my phone, log on to metafilter

57: do you think two people can last forever?

Yes!!! Of course!

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?

I was 10.

59: green or purple grapes?

I’ve never given it thought, I just eat them!

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?

this reminds me that I have not given a big hug for a long time! so whenever I have the chance!

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

I wish cambridge ma were magically transported into canadaland because canada’s great! But Cambridge is nice and I’m happy to be here as it is.

62: when will be the next time you text someone?

Hmm, likely the next five minutes.

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?

Sleeping!

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.

Reading differential geometry;;;

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?

My then-girlfriend!

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Tons of people! My friends K and X and S. B., for a start!

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Non non mon ami

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

“Zeta functions…. or hater functions”

(my brain’s dumb thoughts inevitably involve math. im sorry.)

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Not really! Not that everything has been Successful, but a lot of it has and when things haven’t, it’s let me move onto other things which it turns out are hella cool and I really like so **happy shrug**

70: how many windows are open on your computer?

Seven!

71: how many fingers do you have?

ten

72: what is your ringtone?

The default one… but I’ve never turned on my volume ringer, like, ever?

73: how old will you be in 5 months?

74: where is your mum right now?

In Edmonton, Alberta! I’ll see her in three days and I’m excited!

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

We lived 9 timezones apart with limited internet access, then turned out to have very different attachment styles! But we’re still like. almost best friends! And it turns out this is a much better dynamic for us!

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

Non non!

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

Yes! Almost all of them, though since I’ve moved countries sometimes not in the frequency I would like. Like I really wish I could talk to my friends B.D. and T.J. more! But they’re both in California time.

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

A., who was one of my best friends but in retrospect I was definitely gay for;;;; (A. is most definitely Very Straight.)

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?

Yes! My cousin! He’s a great guy and has two AMAZING AND CUTE KIDS who I really wish I could spend more time with!

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

Yes!

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?

Definitely one, maybe two?

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

No!

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?

No current crushes!

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

Yelling at people from car windows is not ok and very objectifying! I am not doing this and if my friends are they’re getting a stern talking to!

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

Yes, it’s probably not a for sure dealbreaker but it is almost certainly a dealbreaker.

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

THE MOVIE HAD AMAZING BABY SPIDERMAN and I got to get really excited with a friend about cute. baby. spiderman. who i love deeply.

87: who was your last received call from?

My mom! Honestly I only call my mom.

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

…no.

89: what is something you wish you had more of?

…knowledge of algebraic geometry? Ok, on a personal level, I wish I was better at talking to friends about personal issues? I used to be really good at this, but over the past few years I just have been really fortunate and I haven’t really had many personal issues at all! So I’ve become used to dealing with them myself, and I haven’t been very good at this at all.

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?

People have betrayed my trust, yes. But I’m happy I trusted them because even if it didn’t work out, the alternative of being suspicious seems too dark!

91: do you sleep with your window open?

Yes! the outdoors is nice and i want it in me!

92: do you get along with girls?

Yes! most of my friends are women!

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

No!

94: does sex mean love?

They’re definitely distinct concepts! That said, I would find it pretty impossible personally to consider sex without love! Definitely that isn’t true for other people and that’s cool!

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

No! Except neither of us are good at breaking locks oops

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

No!

97: did you sleep alone this week?

Yes!

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

So many people in my life! My mom, my dog, my friends are all so awesome! I’m super happy and fortunate.

99: do you believe in love at first sight?

It can probably happen! But people are deeper than their appearance, and I think most successful love probably does not rely on first sight!

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?

Probably a drunk dutch girl in hong kong who wanted me to pinky promise swear that we’d hang out more?

#ask #questions #self #self post #@shanakin

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burnthexashes-archive-blog · 7 years

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it’s always cloudy except for when you look into the past || jamie sawyer-danvers

who?: jamie sawyer-danvers, alex danvers, kara danvers

what?: jamie, with the help of kara and barry, takes a trip into the past to meet a very special woman in her life. she laughs. she cries. we laugh. we cry. alex is very confused.

when?: current canon sometime in season 2 but also its not current canon and the plot line is based like 20 years in the future

where?: noonan’s

why?: this is all based on THIS sad plot idea where alex dies before jamie is born and @karadanversofel had the brilliant idea to send jamie back and time to meet her mother. so naturally, being the writer i am, i wrote it out and made it over 2,000 words even though i said it would only be a few paragraphs. it is what it is. its fluffy. it’s feelsy. jamie is an absolute mess.

She was beautiful.

The short dark brown hair almost the same color as her own. The soft brown eyes that matched her’s perfectly. The way her aunt let out a small gasp when they both laid eyes on her at the same. That was her. It was really her.

It was really her and she was so beautiful.

That was Jamie’s first thought seeing her mother. She was so beautiful. Perfect. She’d seen her in photos and videos. She’d seen her face before, but nothing compared to seeing her in person. None of those photos and videos did Alex Danvers any justice.

As she got closer, more and more nerves welled up in her stomach. The feeling of butterflies completely consumed her. Her hands shook and she was pretty sure she was sweating despite the obscene amounts of deodorant she’d put on that morning. She thought about turning around. Walking away. She was too nervous. She was going to make a fool of herself and it wasn’t like Alex was going to know who she was anyway. She’d seen her. That was enough, right? And what if she slipped? What if she changed the course of history? What if she prevented her whole existence? Or somehow kept her mom alive? It would mess up everything. A paradox, right? The world explodes. Everyone crashes and burns. All because she called her mom ‘Mom’ at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

If it weren’t for Kara pushing her forward she would leave. She would turn around and she would run out of the restaurant.

A quick stumble forward and Jamie found herself speaking. “Hey - uh - is this seat - is there anyone sitting here?” Jamie asked, her voice shaking.

Alex looked up and narrowed her eyes. The restaurant was practically empty yet here Jamie was asking her to sit at this table with her. “Uh - no. No - there’s no one sitting here.” Her voice was soft. Fluid. Light. It was just like she’d imagined.

“Cool.” Jamie nodded and sat down. Stopping dead in her tracks when they finally made actual eye contact. Kara was right. They did have the same eyes. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes and she blinked them away. She was so beautiful.

Don’t mess this up. Stay calm, Jamie. Stay calm.

She’d been staring. And she was pretty sure she’d only noticed she’d been staring because Alex seemed to get more and more uncomfortable as time passed. A shift in her seat. A clearing of her throat. Not that Jamie really cared. She just wanted to drink the whole thing in. She wanted to memorize every facet of her mother’s features. Each pore. Each freckle. Every little scar or scratch. She wanted to know it all. She wanted it permanently burned into her memory. She didn’t want any of this to end.

They take their orders. Jamie orders the same thing as Alex. She needs to know what her mom likes.

The food’s sat in front of them but Jamie doesn’t eat. She just stares and watches and observes. It wasn’t until she saw Kara waving at her out of the corner of her eye that she’s pulled away from watching Alex. God, she probably looks so sketchy and weird and absolutely insane. Kara motions something along the lines of ‘start eating this is weird’. Jamie tries to strike up a conversation instead.

“So - uh - Mo - Al - what’s your name?” Going well already, Jamie reprimands herself.

“Alex.” It was a simple reply to a simple question. “Who are you?”

“I - uh - I’m Jamie.” She responds, her voice a bit shaky. It makes it seem like she’s lying. She’s not. “Food here’s good, right?”

“Yeah… although I’m not sure how you’d know. You haven’t eaten any of it.” Alex commented motioning toward the plate that remained untouched.

“Right.” Jamie nodded, finally taking a small bite. This is going so well for me. Something on Alex’s face screams that she heard Jamie almost call her both Mom and Alex. She elects to ignore that entirely. Let’s not create a paradox, Jamie. “And the weather’s - uh - the weather…” she comments. She was going to say nice but honestly she didn’t know the slightest bit about what the weather was like. She’d only been here for like 20 minutes and yeah the weather was nice in present time but this was like 20 YEARS ago. This interaction just got better and better and Alex just got more and more leary of the entire thing. Jamie’d always been told how much Alex hated opening up.

“Listen, kid, I’m not sure why you’re here but - “ Alex began.

“I - like your shirt.” Jamie moved to the edge of the chair as she cut Alex off. “Gottagobye,” came out as all one word as she motioned to stand but that motion was immediately met with an obvious death glare from Kara. And death glares from Kara usually followed with heat vision. And Jamie wasn’t exactly sure what would happen if she died in the past. And there were currently two goals. One was meet Alex. The second was keep history and the universe in balance. So, Jamie returned her butt to the chair with a huff and faced Alex once again. “I’m Jamie,” she started again. This was already going better.

“You’ve informed me.”

“I just - I’m sorry. You look like - you look like someone.” she shrugged. She wasn’t sure if that was any less creepy but at least she was starting to form a connection.

“Oh?” Alex’s voice was laced with intrigue. It begged for more. She was getting somewhere. It was working.

“Yeah. You look like my mom.” A perfect balance of the truth and a lie. She’d remarkably improved from thirty seconds ago. Now, hopefully she could soar. “She - uh - she died when I was a baby and from all the pictures and stuff I’ve seen you just reminded me of her and this is probably kind of weird. Like, maybe, maybe I should go.” Jamie shrugged. It all seemed so crazy coming out of her mouth. She doubted it was any less crazy to hear. glancing down as Alex tried to make eye contact. What if Alex noticed their resemblance too? Then what? She’d be known as the girl the screwed up all of history solely because her mother survived.

“No, no. It’s okay. You can stay.” Alex shook her head and Jamie slowly raised to meet the woman’s eyes. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while. I can hang around with you if you want. Are you alone?”

Jamie shook her head and made quick eye contact with Kara before she moved back to Alex’s eyes. It wasn’t like she wanted to stop studying her face anyway. “My - uh - aunt went somewhere. She said she’d be back in a while. So, I guess technically right now I’m alone, but she’s coming back. I’ll, ya know, have an adult with me or whatever.”

“That’s good,” Alex nodded softly.

Jamie could tell she still thought this was weird but at least she was playing along. She’d gotten Alex to bite and that was a feat all of its own. The rest should be easy enough. She just had to hold a conversation with the woman. She made a quick glance up to Kara to tell her it was alright. That things were actually going smoothly now that she’d warmed up to the thought of sitting in front of her dead parent.

And somehow they ended up talking for far longer than just a few minutes. The two of them acted like they’d known each other forever. They talked about everything under the sun in happy company. Jamie enjoying the time she got to laugh with her mother. Her laugh was amazing. The sound of her voice was amazing. She was amazing. The sparkle in her eyes. The way that they lit up when she was talking about someone or something she truly loved. The gentleness of her smile as she listened to Jamie ramble on about something random. Alex Danvers was amazing. Jamie just wished she got to keep her around.

The pleasantness of it all was interrupted by the ringing of Alex’s phone. She pulled it out and made a quick glance at it. Eyes wide as she noted the time and who was on the caller ID. “Sorry, it’s my girlfriend. I gotta - I gotta take this.” Alex excused herself with a before standing up from the table. “Hey Mags,” she smiled as she stepped away for a moment.

Jamie’s heart skipped with the nickname. Nobody was allowed to call Maggie that. She always freaked out when someone called her that. Not her. Not Kara. No one.And it always confused her when she flipped. It didn’t make sense as to why. Now, Jamie knew why. That was Alex’s nickname for her. That nickname was sacred. It was theirs. It died when she died.

Jamie was pulled out of her thoughts when Alex returned back to the table, “Hey, it was really great to meet you Jamie, but I’m late for movie night. Again. So I should probably get going.” Alex said as a very short goodbye. Timidly, she offered her arms out in a hug.

A hug.

It seemed so simple but Jamie had to physically stop herself from running into Alex’s arms. That hug was all she ever wanted.

She probably lingered far too long, but Jamie just couldn’t seem to let go. To let her go. She breathed in Alex’s scent. The smell of lavender conditioner that coated her hair. It seemed to be a similar scent that covered the rest of her body. Most of all, Alex smelt like home. Alex smelt like what she’d been missing for sixteen years.

She tried to memorize the way it felt to be held in Alex’s arms. The way it felt to be comforted by her and held by her. She tried to put this hug into many different situations and see how it would change. Maybe a sad hug was a bit tighter to remind her she was always there for her. A congratulatory hug was lighter and maybe came with a ‘I’m proud of you’. A quick hug goodnight. A snuggle on the couch as they watched some dumb movie they would both inevitably fall asleep during. One thing Jamie knew for sure with this hug - besides how much she was going to miss it - was Alex was a lot stronger than she looked. Which was kind of intimidating in a weird way. Although, when she thought about it, Maggie was a lot stronger than anyone else would expect too. She had badass moms. She was proud of her badass moms.

But - even though the hug had lingered - the hug ended all too quickly. Even though Alex and Jamie had talked for hours, Alex was still gone too soon. Watching Alex walk out the door - knowing that she’d never see her again - killed Jamie inside. There was a sudden emptiness. A loneliness. Alex was gone. Her mother was gone. Her mother - that just seconds ago was full of life - was dead. And the weight of that was hitting her with the force of a freight train.

There was hole. A missing piece. A void. She felt empty - hollow. She knew what she was missing. She was missing a lot. She was missing someone she loved. Someone she’d never get back.

She was missing a beautiful human. A human that - even though she’d only talked to her for a couple of hours - she could tell was so full of unconditional love. So selfless. Protective. Caring. She was everything Jamie could have wished for and more. She was everything Jamie’d imagined and more. She was all of those things… and more.

‘Was’ being the operative word.

She is the woman Jamie wants to grow up to be. She is a hero in Jamie’s eyes. But she also is dead.

Alex Danvers is… dead.

It wasn’t news. Jamie’d talked about it with everyone in Alex’s life. Jamie’d been to Alex’s gravesite more times that she could count and for as long as she could remember. Good days, bad days, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, random tuesdays when they just missed her. But it felt different now that Jamie’d met her. Much more humbling. Much more mournful.

She didn’t realize she’d been holding back tears throughout the entire interaction until right now. Right now when she was standing in the middle of a restaurant trying to hold herself together enough not to full on sob and fall to the ground pleading for Alex to come back like a child. She tried wiping the tears away. She tried to stop them from flowing but they only came faster. They only replaced themselves in higher volumes.

She felt arms around her again but they weren’t the same. They weren’t the arms she really needed. They weren’t the arms she missed. The weren’t the arms that smelled like lavender. They weren’t the arms that felt so much like home she was sure she could just set up shop right there. They weren’t the right arms. They weren’t Alex Danvers’ arms. “S-she’s gone, A-aunt Kara. Sh-she’s really gone.” Her voice came out in more of a strangled squeak than actual words. They managed to climb there way to the top of the pit of grief Jamie had become.

There was a quiet ‘I know’ as she the arms gripped her a little bit tighter. They stood there for a while longer - undoubtedly getting worried looks and strange glares from the others that were filling the restaurant - before the voice finally spoke again. “Come on, Jamie. Let’s go home.”

#((jamie:made with love and science))#karadanversofel #((verse:hallelujah you're home))#this is so much #it's too much #it's a mess and i love it

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an-n-alyst · 4 years

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9-16-20

Dear Reader,

Today’s prompt is brought to you by: Stupid Decisions You Make as a Young Adult. I figured I’d just go ahead and throw that out there.

I’ve talked about this before on my social media but I’ve never really gone into detail and I saw a writing prompt that gave me a little jolt of inspiration: Talk about a time that you had to be brave.

The year was 2018, I was only 20 and I was going through a transitional time in my life. I’d just gotten out of a four year relationship with my high school boyfriend and I was feeling a bit claustrophobic here in Louisville. I’d ended up going to have lunch with a friend who somehow managed to convince me that it was a good idea to pack up and get out of town.

I’d never really had the college experience of either going to live in a different place or even live on campus, so at the time, it seemed like a really good idea. I think the controlled and routine environment that college provided would have been a lot better for me mentally, in retrospect. In my head at the time, though, this seemed like an awesome plan. I had a couple of friends that lived there, I could easily transfer store locations at my job, and I could find a room to rent somewhere via some facebook groups that I’d discovered with the help of my friend.

Nashville was my new destination. I’d visited several times before and loved the dynamic of the city. It wasn’t terribly far away, but far enough that I felt like I could really start over and reinvent myself. It seemed like a place where I could find other people with similar interests and similar personalities. I was optimistic through and through. I didn’t really allow myself to be nervous about it. This was something that I would have never imagined myself doing, due to my anxiety and the fact that I’d never really lived anywhere other than home. I’m not sure that I could do it now. There’s something to be said about the resilience you harbor when you’re young and inexperienced with life. I think it’s a natural defense mechanism so we don’t flop and drown when we take a leap.

I found a townhouse to live in with three other strangers, who all turned out to be very nice girls. I moved in the beginning of February 2018 and the first night I was down there, I went to a show in the basement of a local music venue that my friend was performing in. I remember feeling like I was a different person. Now a resident of Tennessee, I leaned up against the outside of a house in a drizzle with two friends and some new acquaintances. I felt invincible.

The bravado wore off quickly after this night.

I began work the following Monday and between this and my friends having their own lives established, I fell into a routine of waking up late, going to work second shift, coming home in the dark and being alone in my room. My house key wouldn’t work for the first few days I was there, so there were a couple of nights of me being stranded outside the house until I could get ahold of one of my roommates. Most nights I would smoke cigarettes in my beat up Dodge Stratus and listen to songs that made me feel even lonelier. (Sorry family, but I don’t smoke anymore!) Also, why is it that when we feel low, we listen to music that makes us feel even lower? What a masochistic habit.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that I had a falling out with one of my friends down there that really hurt me emotionally and isolated me even more. I tried using Bumble and Tinder to find friends that I could find some common ground with or spend time with, just to get me out of my room and around other human beings. I’d never in my life gone on a Tinder outing or even used Uber services alone, but Nashville had me taking a Lyft out to Broadway street (mind you, it was 25 minutes away from my house) to meet up with a guy who seemed nice and had invited me to grab something to eat in a sandwich place near all of the bars. That was all fine and dandy, and after eating and hanging out in a coffee shop for a couple of hours, we essentially were out of things to do since I was still under 21. I jumped into an Uber home after telling my new friend goodbye, which was some older dude in a van and very sketchy if I might add.

I made it home with no issues, though, and stepped out of the car, walking up to the steps on my porch. Something willed me to turn around, and I retreated back down the steps to go pace up and down the sidewalk of my street. I came to a stop under one of the street lamps on the corner and stared down all of the adjacent streets. This moment I’ll always remember because everything felt surreal. I was 20 years old - just a kid. I was standing under a street lamp in the middle of a neighborhood that I lived in but did not feel like mine. I was hundreds of miles away from anybody that gave a shit about me. I was utterly alone in this minute of silence, and I felt my heart beating in my chest in the seconds that crept by. I realized that despite my original intentions, I was not happy here and it wasn’t where I needed to be. The world is a very big place and I was far from home and any type of security or familiarity. I couldn’t go home and I couldn’t go to a friend’s house. Here I was. I had to be my own security. That’s something I’ll never forget. It was a pivotal moment in my metamorphosis from child to adult.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I went home a few months after I left. It was embarrassing and my pride was definitely hurt. I never made any friends, I never reinvented myself. I felt like I had failed my big quest to find myself.

Here’s the thing about that, though. I was wrong. I had very much reinvented myself. Never in a million years did I think that I would have done something so brazen as to pack up and move to another city, into a house full of strangers, completely alone. Yeah, it didn’t work out and I needed to come home for the sake of my mental health. I was fortunate to be able to have that option. But I didn’t realize just how much I’d grown from even having the guts to pull the trigger and go out there on my own. I explored a city I barely knew and I took care of myself. I tried to get out there and I tried new things. I survived in a place that had no sympathy for me and had no traces of home. I grew EXPONENTIALLY. I became more aware of myself, my surroundings and who I was. So maybe I did have a victory mixed into that defeat.

I guess my whole point is that I had to be very brave and I had to pull myself together and get through it. I was not a kid anymore and I was not dependent on a soul. I was a human out in the world. Infinitesimal, but significant.

I don’t regret this decision to move because of the experience and confidence that it brought me. I know now that I am capable of greater things and that I’m able to be self sufficient and survive hardships in isolation. I’m just fortunate enough to not have to do this, anymore. I have a newfound appreciation for home and family. I have a newfound appreciation for MYSELF.

So maybe the next time you find yourself alone at night, standing under a street lamp, look around and take it in. This is you, this is your life, and you are in charge of it. Be happy where you are and be aware of change and welcome it. Choose to grow and progress. Be present in the quiet moments. The may seem unimportant, but you just might remember them forever.

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deutsche-seehund · 7 years

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29/05/2017

Somewhere outside Namibia

The past few days seemed to have passed so quickly, yet at the same time going through it, it felt like it would take forever to go by. We arrived at our first port, Walvis Bay – Namibia, on the 26th of May morning, only to be told to go to anchorage because reasons. So we basically anchored off at Anchorage number 3 or whatever it was called, because there wasnt anyone there save for this one other multi purpose who seemed to have only 4 containers loaded. 1 on each corner of the upper deck/ hatch covers (2 forward, port and starboard and 2 in front of accomodation, also port and starboard). Anyway, we spent the rest of the day resting up after dropping anchor (9 on deck) because once we berthed it was all hands on deck. For the AB and OS at least anyway. I was relegated to gangway watch from 1730 to 2330, and conversely 0530 to 1130. But prior to my first gangway watch, i was stuck in the ship office with chief answering to the beck and call of the various parties boarding the ship. Immigrations, customs, port inspectors, police, health inspectors etc etc. Sometimes it feels like we are at their mercy. They can just call for you like calling some waiter or waitress at a restuarant.

“You, come here. I want a copy of your ship particulars, NIL list, stores decleration, crew list, vaccination list.” and barely a few minutes later after having to sort through what seemed like a million pieces of paper locating all these documents he calls again and asks where are the papers. All this while i have to serve him with a smile water and soft drinks. I guess thats the price we must pay for doing what we do.

Also, i had my first taste of the 'compliments' system. The immigration officers (if i remember correctly) asked chief about certain 'presents'. With a sheepish look he replied to hold on for a moment while he checked if there was anything. Eventually we handed over a carton of cigarettes to them. That was the only instance i saw at this port because i had to go start my duty at the gangway.

The stevedores are another group of people entirely. This port didnt seem too bad, but there was this one guy that kept trying to get things from me/us. Water, some form of drinks, cigarettes. Hell he even wanted my boiler suit and jacket. Also quite surprising some other guy asked me for our ship's pass holder, which is to say the plastic holder and lanyard. He said it was good to hold his port pass. Well, i had more in the ship office, but they were spares for us and in the pass box i didnt have any so i just said thats all we have and sorry.

What i dont understand throughout this first stay, and for sure all the future stays in ports is, that why do people want to take things from the ships when they, rightfully (or not) should be giving us things because we are out at sea with no chance of resupply till we get to a port. I was told stories that inspectors would come on board and take cartons of juices, yes cartons, because they never had it before or they like the taste or whatever clown reasons they have. I mean, is it really fair to people on the ship? You take our provisions and other things and what are we left with when we leave port? Especially when we are not resupplying at that port. We go out to sea with reduced food and drink for ourselves? If we had to go back to Singapore from Walvis Bay, lets say (because thats the journey i know, since i just did it) its 22 days or so out in the open sea. And we run out of food? Drinks? Then again thats just my thinking. Who am i anyway? Im just a cadet on a ship for the first time.

Anyway enough of that. The 3 days we spent at port was both long and short, as i have mentioned. It feels short now that we've set sail again (and that i finally feel a bit more rested to sit down and spend time writing these things out), but standing at the gangway doing duty for 6 hours straight felt like an eternity. And thats all there was for my port stay. 6 hours on duty, 6 hours rest. Which usually meant sleeping, no matter what was the time. I didnt get to go out on shore because no one from my 'shift' wanted to go. So i can safely say that the furthest ive been in Namibia was the 4th step on my gangway from my ship.

Also, whoever said that Africa is hot, should actually go to africa. At least the southern part. It was so cold my goodness. It was below 15 degrees everyday we were there, and dropped to anything from 12 to 14 degrees at night. Which isnt so bad actually, except for the fact that the wind will absolutely kill you if you dont dress warmly. Which for us meant long johns, boiler suit and thick jackets. The first night, where i did not have my jacket was the absolute worst night of them all. The wind was relentless in its battering and i had to resort to hiding in the space between the watertight door and inner door to the ships accomodation area. It wasnt that bad in the day, with the sun warming up the air a bit. But i still wore the jacket anyway, simply for the fact that i can hide from the winds this way. Also, it was really foggy/misty, like everyday. Usually clears around noon-ish or so, then picks up again at night. I would delve into meteorology but ill spare everyone and myself included for trying to think about the causes.

For the port itself, it was quite a small port i think. I mean, you cant compare it to Singapore/Shanghai/any top 5 ports you want to put here, but still it feels smaller than what i would have expected it to be. There were maybe like 20 berths in total? And even the cranes are general purpose, none of them were specially fitted for containers. So that meant that if you were unloading containers first, they would attach this special fixture onto the chain block of the crane and when in position, the stevedores would make sure that the container was firmly attached before lifting it off the ship and onto the jetty. Even then, it didnt look anything like what was happening in Singapore (ive been into pasir panjang thrice now. Basically there would be the trailer waiting to pick up the container straight off the crane and drive off, with the next one waiting behind). Instead the container was lifted off the ship and onto the jetty straight away, and just before placing it on the jetty, the stevedores would again remove the twist locks from the bottom section of the containers (twist locks are for holding the container in place while at sea. Its basically a locking mechanism that makes sure that the container stays in place). Then after they check the container number and stuff, they would get another vehicle, like a special forklift cum crane thing that would pick it up and place it onto a trailer that basically just arrived from wherever. In singapore, this process would be maybe 5 minutes start to finish. Here its essentially double the time at least. Then once all the containers that are supposed to be unloaded are unloaded, the crane brings the chain block down to the jetty level, and the stevedores remove the attachment and replaces it with a suitable replacement as to what cargo would be picked up next, i.e. Slings, chain slings, hooks etc etc for picking up the bulk/general cargo. We unloaded quite a bit of cargo here. We unloaded all of the containers on number 4 hatch, and i think some from number 2 hatch as well, and basically emptied out hold 4. We also did some sketchy balls to the walls discharging from hatch 2. Because there was cargo on the deck/hatch cover, on the tween deck and also in the lower hold of number 2. Luckily they were all on the forward part. So we opened up hatch 2 forward part after discharging the cargo on the deck, then discharged the cargo on the tween deck forward in number 2, then removed the pontoon, and then discharged the cargo from the lower hold forward section also. It was pretty risky as there were trucks and some transformers in the hold, to be precise it was 16 trucks. Dont ask me about number of transformers, i dont know. Anyway from the cargo we are carrying, it seems a lot of it is being used to build a power plant and also for construction (trucks w/ trailers). I am quite happy to be a part of this industry for this reason.

We may not be directly involved, but we somewhat enable countries to grow because they are able to get the goods that they need to progress. It may seem somewhat abstract, like what has a shipping company, whose interest is making the most money out of every space they can find on the ship, got to do with the growth of a country?

Chief said this to me before, and i had somewhat similar thoughts about it before (its probably not exactly what he said, since this was like one or two weeks ago and it was about cargo damage or something);

If the cargo doesnt get to its destination on time or in working order, we are affecting someone's livelihood directly or indirectly. We are part of a long chain of a process, and no matter how small it may seem that it is, what happens to the cargo when we are transporting it affects what will happen when we deliver it to the cargo owner.

If the cargo owner is shipping a single transformer that is critical for the project, and it gets damaged because of loading/unloading/sea spray/water leaking into cargo hold or literally anything else that can damage it, it would directly affect its ability to carry out the job. If this transformer was all thats left to power up a whole town or something (dont hang me on this i actually am not sure what a transformer's purpose is), and because it was damaged, it means that the town would not get the power that it needs.

So yeah. Thats one of the reasons why I wanted to do this as well. As small and abstract a part as it may seem, I can take solace to the fact that I am part of a global industry that connects and enables people from different countries to work together.

At least on this multipurpose vessel. Im not too sure about containers yet.

Anyway when we were in port, 2nd officer went out on shore leave and i think at the request of the captain, purchased sim cards enough for 16 people or something like that. The cards gave us 1gb of data and like 500mb or something for dedicated whatsapp messages. And smses, but who uses sms nowadays right /shrug.

So we were able to actually contact people at home and stuff. Which was nice. It helped a lot during the ungodly long hours of duty. I spent most of my data i think downloading my spotify playlists and using instagram, telegram, facebook and stuff. I still had like 300mb of whatsapp data but i dont really use whatsapp that much. I spent a lot of the data sending some pictures and videos that i had that werent already transferred to my laptop.

And that's that. My 3 days in my first ever port in this new journey. Hopefully the time would pass a bit faster now that we are getting into the swing of things.

Im in the process of deciding a new tumblr url, for the purposes of this journal or whatever you would call it.

Now that im back in the open sea with no data, i cant translate properly into german since my german is absolutely shit for all, but i was thinking of salty sea dog, which i guess would translate to something like saltzliches see hund. Oh well. Or i could just go with Deutsche See Hund. Im still deciding.

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