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infernwetrust · 3 years

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winesday (Michael’s Snapchat Story) [Bestfriends AU Exclusive]

Summary: A day in the life of Michael, brought to you by his Snapchat story. Winesday, a night where college students drink wine until they can’t anymore.

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, alcohol use

WC: 1.1k (give or take lol)

A/N: This is exclusive to the Bestfriends Universe! It’ll help to read f**k, i luv my friends to ground yourself in everyone’s roles. Every main role will have their own Snapchat snippet. I’ll try to do these frequently as fillers for when I’m working on longer or more detailed writings. I haven’t seen these around on tumblr, so hopefully I can inspire a few writers lol. I may try to do other social media snippets as well, but so far snapchat remains the easiest. I was sooo stressed about the Bitmoji lol. I hope you guys enjoy this. The Bestfriends Universe can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

Michael's Username: blueeyedwonderboy

Michael's Screen Name: Michael 🖤🔥

Michael's Bitmoji:

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Michael 🖤🔥

6:30AM

Caption: "Jim wakes up on 100 everyday lol"

Video:

"A little bit early aren't we?" Michael asks, his camera pointing on Jim, his close friend and college roommate, who laid in his Twin XL bed opposite the room from Michael's. Jim is laid out in his bed, shirtless, covers barely on him, his desk lamp the only source of light so the two don't go back to sleep, both having an 8AM today. "You'll float awayyyyyy."

In Jim's hand is about 5 grams of mushrooms that he's piling into his mouth, chewing quickly to avoid the taste. Jim sleepily turns his head to the side, giving Michael the finger and a smug smile before he responds,

"Never too early."

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Michael🖤🔥

7:30AM

Caption: "I hope he knows that I'm not carrying him 💀"

Video:

Michael has his camera on Jim, the both of them seated in the dining hall finishing up breakfast before their first class. Jim has his head down on the table, apple in his hand as he half struggles to chew, breathing heavily.

"How goes it, Jim?" Michael questions, chuckling lightly behind the camera.

"My legs. Where are they?" Jim asks Michael, head still down on the table.

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Michael 🖤🔥

10:40AM

Caption: "A wild Xavier spotted in his natural habitat"

Picture:

Michael grabs a picture of Xavier while on the way to his second class of the day. Xavier sits in his normal spot between his Wednesday classes. Underneath the tree, center of campus, on his favorite blanket that he got for his birthday 2 years ago, typing away on his laptop, drinking a smoothie.

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Michael 🖤🔥

1:30PM

Caption: "On a date. Kinda nervous"

Picture:

Chet sits across the table from Michael as the two have lunch together, having had their last class together at 12:00. Chet is wearing his favorite plain white t-shirt, smiling proudly at the camera, a full course meal in front of him.

1:45 PM

Caption: "Date ruined, nvm."

Video:

"I proudly present to you in replace of the disgusting root-beer float." Chet begins. "The Mountain Dew Float."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Michael says behind the camera. "That's... that's not how it works."

"You can turn anything into a float." Chet says back. Michael double taps his screen, so that the camera is now facing him and still staring at Chet he says,

"Well I don't want to fucking do that."

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Michael 🖤🔥

3:30PM

Caption: "Mid-day cuddles and head scratches? Yes."

Video:

Michael has the camera facing himself as he lays on his stomach, shirtless, but still in his shorts from the day, in your bed, in your residence hall. You lay on top of him, in his hoody and some cute shorts, your hand tangled in his beautiful blonde hair, scratching away at his scalp. He gives the camera a weak smile as he zooms in on the both of you. You giggle in response.

"Just have sex already." Montana says as she lays in the opposite bed.

"Are you mad because Xavier isn't here right now?" Michael asks before turning the camera around to her. She simply gives him the finger. "That's what I thought."

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Michael 🖤🔥

4:30PM

Caption: "What a fucking stud."

Picture:

Michael takes a picture of his cross country teammate and friend, Timothy. Timothy is sitting on the side of the practice field, shirtless and only in his running shorts. His phone is in his hand as he squints his eyes, trying to read whatever is on his phone.

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Michael🖤🔥

6:30PM

Caption: " Timothy if you're hungry, just say that."

Video:

Michael has his camera on Timothy who piled his plate high with pizza slices, a salad on the side. Other cross country teammates can be heard and seen in the background as the team has dinner together.

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Michael 🖤🔥

8:00PM

Caption: "Let winesday begin, fuckers."

Video:

Michael single handedly opens a bottle of wine and then opens his now empty water bottle. He dramatically throws both lids onto his desk, before pouring the entire bottle of red wine in his water bottle and closing it, double tapping his phone to turn the camera around. He gives a wink.

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Michael🖤🔥

8:45PM

Caption: "Happy Winesday???????"

Video:

Michael walks into Chet and Ray's room in their fraternity. Chet and Ray are screaming playfully at each other over what looks like Mortal Kombat, Xbox controllers in hand. Over to Xavier who is sitting in Chet's bed, Juul hanging out of his mouth as he scrolls through his phone, then over to Jim who on top of the wine in his water bottle, is pouring vodka into it.

"Jim that is not fucking wine!" Michael sarcastically yells behind the camera, which causes everyone's head in the room to turn and look at Jim, who just continues to pour about 2 shots into his wine. Michael puts the camera back on Xavier who just sighs and face palms himself.

"Jim are you okay?" Ray asks, pretending to be concerned. Chet is shaking his head at the camera before Michael starts laughing.

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Michael 🖤🔥

10:30PM

Caption: "Jim is not okay lol"

Video:

Jim is laid out on the carpet, Xavier's socked feet placed firmly on his back as he smiles drunkenly at the phone.

"Okay. I got the pizza!" Chet yells as he stumbles back into the room, 3 pizza boxes in hand. "Is Jim really knocked out right now?"

"I don't know. Let's ask him." Michael walks over to Jim, kneeling beside him.

"Oh boy." Xavier sighs, running his hand through his hair before he lays all the way down. Michael focuses his phone on Jim, lightly tapping the side of Jim's face a few times.

"Jim are you really knocked out right now?" Michael asks, trying not to laugh as Jim doesn't respond, instead groaning and swatting his hand away.

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Michael 🖤🔥

12:00AM (Thursday)

Caption: "This what they've resorted to.."

Picture:

Ray is attempting to throw a skittle into Xavier's mouth.

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Michael 🖤🔥

12:45AM

Caption: "Jim is literally the only one with an 8AM today lol"

Video:

Chet is carrying a super knocked out Jim in his arms, back to his and Michael's residence hall since Michael wasn't going to be able to carry him the whole way there.

"First Winesday of Junior year and Jim pulls a fast one." Chet says, sighing as Michael walks backwards to film the two.

"He's going to be real mad when he wakes up at 6:30 super hungover off maybe 5 hours of sleep." Michael says back.

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Michael 🖤🔥

1:15AM

Caption: "G'Night"

Video:

Chet throws Jim onto his bed, huffing as he does so.

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Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake @theneverendinghunger @fernfiction

#cody fern #american horror story #cody fern imagine #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon #xavier plympton #ahs #ahs 1984 #ahs apocalypse #chet clancy #montana duke #brooke thompson #jim mason #tribes of palos verdes #ray powell

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fluffymcu · 4 years

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Letting Loose

Part TWELVE

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

warnings: drama?

Word Count: 2,960

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3 weeks have flown by and Sunday tomorrow morning Bucky, Steve, and Wanda were leaving for their mission. You’d always be worried when the team would go on missions for long periods of time; it made you very nervous. You knew they were all perfectly capable of defending themselves and fighting bad guys without getting hurt too bad, but it still worried you and there was always a chance that one of them would not come home. Still, you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind and not worry about it until it actually happens if it does.

5:30am. You were woken early the next morning by Steve gently shaking your shoulder. You stirred awake and opened your eyes to see him looking down at you with a light smile. “Hey, we’re about to leave, you wanna come outside to see us off?’ You nodded with a sigh, getting up from the bed and clingily holding onto Steve’s arm the whole way down to the backyard, where the Quinjet was. As you and Steve walked out of the building, you shivered lightly. The morning breeze was kind of cold, and since you were still heavy with sleep, the transition from your warm bed to out in the open breeze made you wake up a bit more. Bucky and Wanda were waiting next to the jet and so were some of the other team members.

Bucky saw you coming closer and extended his arms to you. You quickly walked over to him and gave him a big hug. He lifted you up, still holding you tightly and kissing your cheek. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll be back in 5 days.” He soothed, rubbing your back. You nodded with a frown and he put you back down. After that, you ran to Wanda, her smiling widely and hugging her. “I'm going to miss you, but don’t worry about me. You know I can handle myself.” You smiled lightly at that, nodding once again.

Lastly you went back to your brother, him lifting you up as well and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “We’ll be back, y/n, I promise. Just stay strong and have some fun while we’re gone. Okay?” You agreed and he put you down but crouched down a bit to whisper something close to you. “And I know it’s hard, but try to spend a little more time with Ruby Anne, okay? Invite her when you’re doing something and if it’s not too much to ask, maybe try to get her to spend a little time with Tony?” He asked. You nodded with a tight smile and he kissed your forehead. “That would be great. Thank you. I’ll see you in a week okay?”

“Okay.” You sighed, watching them enter the Quinjet and lift off into the sky. The other few members of the team went back inside right after they had gotten inside the jet, but you stayed until you couldn’t see it anymore. You hugged yourself, rubbing your hands on your arms to melt the goosebumps away. Peter had woken up right after they left. He planned to see them off today but he woke up a bit too late. But he went down and saw you outside staring at the sky.

He walked out and stood behind you; you still oblivious to his presence. “You gonna stand out here for 5 days until they come back?” He teased, chuckling when you quickly turned around to face him. You instantly smile and dull your eyes, trying to show you're not amused with his comment. You walk into his embrace when he opens his arms towards you. He leads you to one of the benches outside and you both sit down, Peter still holding you to him. Luckily, he had brought his blanket down with him, because after months and months of early morning patrols, he knew it could get chilly in the mornings. He wrapped you up in his blanket and you both stared out into the yard. It was still dark, so you couldn’t see much, but still. Sitting outside in the early morning, it being dark and foggy, felt weird. Unreal. Like the whole world was asleep and you were the only one awake. You and Peter stayed on the bench for about 10 minutes before you got sleepy and he did you the favor of carrying you to your bed. He knew how hard the first days could be when they would leave for a mission, so he laid there with you until you fell back asleep.

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Over the next three days, you have continuously tried to get Ruby Anne to spend some time with Tony. After many failed attempts at that, you knew it was going to be near impossible to get them together in the next 2 days. So instead, you moved on to trying to get her to spend time with you. Peter had recommended the three of you to do something fun today, and suggested you ride the go-kart. You were ecstatic at the idea, and thought maybe this would be something that would interest Ruby. You made your way to her room.

You knocked on her door before opening it, finding her sitting up against the headboard on her bed. You smiled and greeted her before asking the question. “Hey, do you wanna ride in the go-kart? It’s really fun!”

“No thanks.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes. You were just about fed up with that phrase, having heard it maybe more than 30 times in the past 3 days, so now, you were desperate. You quickly sighed.

“Please?” You pleaded, catching her attention. “Peter and I… are kinda lonely so if you could ride with us, that'd be great. It’s a big kart. 4-seater.” You said, fiddling with your thumbs a bit.

She looks at you for a moment before rolling her eyes and sighing dramatically. “Fine, whatever.” She gets up and walks past you, walking out into the hallway on her way to the backyard. You roll your eyes slightly and put on a fake smile and turn around, walking behind her. “Great!” You chirp.

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Peter was already starting the kart outside, waiting for you. You and Ruby walked outside and she jumped in the backseat while you got in the front. Peter turned to give her a small smile, which surprisingly, the end of her lip quirked up a millimeter. Peter turned to look at you with a smirk. “Ready?” You giggle and nod, squealing as he speeds off.

Peter starts to laugh and you put your hands in the air and howl. You laugh as your hair gets caught on your face and Peter makes many sharps turns and goes faster. “WHOOOO!” You and Peter howl in unison. You turn around briefly to see if Ruby is having fun. She’s pressed against the back of the seat, her hair flying everywhere and her nose is scrunched up, and her lips are pursed. You turn back around and just enjoy the ride as Peter circles around the compound and the small extension buildings around it. You and Peter are in a laughing fit when he gets close to the starting point.

He slows to a stop and you and Peter jump out to switch seats. You notice Ruby quickly jump out and start to walk away. You furrow your eyebrows and Peter is in the back, watching as she leaves. “Where are you going?’ You ask, confused. She doesn’t turn around, making her way to the door.

“Inside. I went out like you wanted, now I can go back to minding my own business like I like to do.” She shrugged, reaching for the handle.

“But… I thought- “

“You thought what?” She turns to look at you, her hand holding the door open. “That we’re friends now?” She asks incredulously with a brow raised. You stand there in silence and in shock of how sassy her behavior could be. She scoffs and leaves, the door closing slowly behind her.

“I was gonna say I thought she wanted to have a turn to drive the kart.” You say exhaustedly, groaning in mild frustration. You lean against the kart and sigh. Peter walks over to you with an apologetic smile and pats your back.

“It’s ok y/n/n, give her time.” He says. You’ve heard that phrase 20 too many times. You scoff and raise your hands in the air.

“We have given her time! Peter its been months and we’ve gotten no closer to fixing things! Tony is so upset and I’ve never seen him like that. Even when he gets his feelings hurt, he never lets himself look vulnerable. But now, he might as well wear a shirt that says ‘I'm miserable’.” You sigh.

Peter bites his lip, knowing that it’s true. “Okay, but you're being too hard on yourself. This isn’t your responsibility to carry all by yourself.”

You groan. “But I feel like it is. Tony’s own daughter isn’t showing him any love so I feel like I have to fill in that gap. And I was, before he knew he even had kids, but now I feel guilty because I feel like I'm taking him away from her. She needs him.” You pause and take a deep breath, closing your eyes to think. “But… you're right. I can’t let this bring my mood down, I'm focusing too much on this. Ughhh I need to distract myself.” You groaned, rubbing your face with your hands.

Peter smirked, moving closer to you. “Well… I do know one thing that gets your cheered up when you're upset.” He sang. You looked at him for a second before realizing what he meant. You groan, a smile already creeping up to your face. “Peter noo.” You whine. He smiles evilly before shaping his hands in a claw. “Peter Yes!” He laughs, snatching you off the ground and laying you down on the grass.

You scream and fall into hysterics as Peter snakes his hands up your shirt to scribble all around your belly and sides, occasionally surprising you and tasing your upper ribs. You're a giggly mess in under a couple of seconds, squirming around in the grass and squealing as Peter bends down to blow raspberries on your neck. He chuckles, his head between your shoulder and your head, laughing at your hysterical reaction. You push at his shoulders but of course, it doesn’t move him an inch.

“Okahahahay! Ihihihim cheered uhuhuhup!” You beg, cackling when his fingers begin to dig into your hipbones.

“Nope! Not until I'm satisfied!” He teased, rapidly squeezing your thighs. You shriek and dissolve into silent laughter, only letting out small hiccups and squeaks. Peter laughs and goes to your neck, digging his fingers into your collarbone, causing you to melt onto the grass and make your laughter bubble up. He stays there for a few minutes, teasing you about your squeaky laughter while you roll side to side, trying to shake him off. “Maybe I should get your feet,” He thought to himself out loud, smirking when you protested loudly.

“NOOHohohoho!” You turned on your belly quickly and wiggled out of his trap, running away. Peter quickly stood up and went after you. “Where do you think you're goin’?” He chuckled, gaining on you. You giggled nervously as the anticipation was killing you. Your frustrations were long forgotten as you ran, a big smile gracing your features. It wasn’t long before Peter caught you, lifting you up bridal style. You wrap an arm around his neck to keep you stable. He looked down at you with soft eyes and a light smile. “You feel better yet?” He asks.

You nod with a smile, still panting. “Yeah.”

Peter grins, as his plan had worked, and puts you down as you pant and let out giggles. You both go inside and make something to eat. You decide on tacos so you are cooking the meat and Peter is cutting the tomatoes, avocado, cilantro and cooking the tortillas. Clint and Pietro walk in the kitchen, claiming they smelled tacos and you both offered to make them some.

After you all had eaten, you were down in the second living room watching some tv. You were missing your brother right now. Especially Bucky. He would always sit with you here and watch tv with you no matter what was on. He was always so picky in choosing what to watch for movie night, but when he sat down with you, he’d never complain. You smile and pull out your phone, staring at the black screen. You wanted to call them so bad, but you didn’t want to disturb or distract them if they were somewhere important. You put your phone back in your pocket and decided to go upstairs to practice ballet.

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You got out of the shower and put on some comfy clothes. You hung out a bit with Tony in his lab, you were sure you were annoying him by now but you didn’t really care. You were just so bored. “Am I annoying you?” You smirked. Tony didn’t look up from his work when he answered.

“Of course not, Princess.” He chirped. You picked up on the sarcasm in his voice and giggled.

“Sorry, I'm just so bored.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, I get it. I don’t mind having you here with me, Trouble, as long as you don’t touch anything, or say anything, or ask me any questions, or anything like that.” He said. You laughed and swiveled around in your chair. He sounded serious like he always does, but there was always a small smirk on his face that would let people know he’s kidding. You didn’t want to mention anything about Ruby Anne right now, because you didn’t wanna ruin the moment or get him in a low mood. So you just kept the conversation positive, and eventually you convinced him to let you help him with a few parts of his suit.

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The 2 days flew by so fast, and you were grateful. Peter kept you distracted most of the time, and going on about your day made the hours go by faster. The day was finally here! Your brother, Bucky and Wanda were coming home this afternoon and you were ecstatic. Suddenly, the few hours that were left before they would come home felt like days. That was always frustrating. You laid sprawled out on the couch in the small room that led to the outside, waiting for the rumbling sound of the jet. You were there for about 2 hours, playing on your phone, doing handstands, ect. You were about to just take a nap on the couch when you finally felt vibration from outside and you sat up with a gasp. The jet was landing and you squealed, running outside. You stood pretty far away still, since the jet was still stabilizing in the air. You brought your hand to cover your eyes as big, warm gusts of wind came out of the jet before landing on the ground, the wings curling up after.

The door to the Quinjet dropped down and you ran to your brother, jumping in his arms. He caught you and held you tight with a big smile. “I missed you so much.” You mumbled against his shirt. He put you down and you ran to Bucky, giving him a tight hug. He had many bruises and scratches on his face, which made you frown. But he smiled widely and assured you he was okay. You nodded and then went to hug Wanda. She returned your embrace and sighed. “I’m glad you're okay.” You hummed.

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After the team welcomed them back, you assisted Bucky to the medical wing to get patched up. Bruce was applying alcohol to some cuts on his back, and you insisted to apply hydrogen peroxide instead, using it to attend to the cuts on his face. Bucky had a faint smile throughout the process, thanking the both of you when you were done. He patted his lap after, motioning for you to sit. You giggled, recalling all the times he’s mentioned to you that you’ll never be too old to sit on his lap.

You hopped on and he held you close, asking him about the mission and what he had to do. He explained that he was tasked with distracting the enemies while Steve and Wanda gathered the information they needed. He assured you that he was fine. “Don’t worry about me though. I can take a few hits.” He smirked. You had a faint smile on and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“I know. I just get worried that one day you won’t be able to fight them off.” You sigh. Bucky stayed silent for a few moments, wanting to change the subject to something more positive.

He smiled and looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. “What, you don’t think I can hold my own?” He asked, poking your belly. You instantly started giggling, halfheartedly pushing at his hands and hiding your face in his shirt. “Huh?”

“Yehehehes.” Your giggles began to sound more desperate as he began to creep up to your ribs. You started to squirm around a lot more, not bothering to hold in your laughter. Bucky chuckled, smiling down at you fondly before giving you a break. You sighed in relief and leaned into him.

“I’ll be ok, y/n/n. Don’t worry about me. Or your brother. We’ll be alright.” He hummed, resting his chin on your head. With Bucky slowly rocking you side to side on his lap, you couldn’t stay awake as you fell asleep without the small feeling of worry you had before they came back.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fight #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #peter tickles reader #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #peter parker #captain america

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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How I Look On You 004

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

Tagging: @baeklination coz I think she’d like to be in the know about this 👀 let me know if anyone else would like to be tagged for the last chapter! 💕

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The Confusion

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Why are you only good to me

When I'm bad to you?

Why are you only?

Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day

Tell me why are you only good to me

When I'm bad to you?

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Opening my eyes to a familiar yet unexpected bedroom is oddly comforting. Or maybe it is because of the smell of cinnamon and the woods after it rains that causes my shoulders to relax under the thick comforter. Until the daze of sleep leaves in wake of a horrendous headache.

I sit up way too soon for the pounding in my head; close to losing the contents of my stomach before squeezing my eyes shut. Even swallowing is hard. I’m never doing this shit again.

With a groan I gingerly reach for the glass of water sitting on top of the nightstand; glancing down at the two pain pills left there before deciding to take them as well. Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, I try to remember the previous night as my headache slowly ebbs away; letting my gaze drift over the room. My whole body stiffening in realization. I saw something I probably shouldn’t, and I... didn’t come here for sex...

No matter how much time goes by before I even get another glimpse of Seoyeon, I can still pin-point her striking colored hair and confident stance anywhere—unless there is a twin she hasn’t told any of us about. Honestly that could be a likely conclusion as well with how tight-lipped she is with “personal” things. Guess shoving her tongue down her bosses throat isn't considered a “personal thing.”

Flinching at the sudden buzz coming from under my back, I flip over the clean white pillow to find my phone. Jihun’s name flashing across the screen. Briefly glancing at the time of 9:30 am I tentatively swipe to accept the call.

“Chun-hei, sorry if I woke you up,” She begins through the speaker; sounding calmer than I expected, “I’m just calling to check in with you.”

I blink, brows furrowing, “It’s okay.”

“Good.” She sighs, making my brows furrow even more. “Um...why are you so accepting of me not showing up to work?”

“I called you last night, you don’t remember?”

Blinking again I check through my call log, finding her name next to the time of 2:30am. “No,” Trying to remember the time through my blurry visions of last night is proving to be difficult, I don’t even know what time I got here...

“Good.” She sighs almost in relief causing an eyebrow raise from me. “You sure are calm about this.”

“Barely,” She grits, frustration slipping through her voice, “I called you after dragging a deadweight Minji back to my apartment just to hear a certain ‘Byun Baekhyun’s’ voice over the line.”

Heat swiftly crawls up my neck to my cheeks, “I-I accidentally gave the cab his address.” I defend with a flaming face. It is way too early to be flustered like this.

“Good,” She replies, sounding satisfied, “You looked like you’d black out at any moment,” I kinda did—“and based off how worried he was, you did.”

“Oops?”

“Yeah, right.” I can hear the rolling of her eyes, “Got to go, the meeting with the board is in 5 minutes and I haven’t finished preparing myself to take on their judging evil ass eyes alone.”

“Ouch.” I wince, a clear image of similar scenarios running through my throbbing head. “Thank you, Jihun,” I utter sincerely, playfully adding, “You know I love you right?”

“Whatever. You better be glad I get paid for this,” She grumbles, but I know she’s smiling.

“You’re the best~” I sing, disconnecting the line. Laying back on the bed, I look up at the white ceiling, trying in vain to remember everything from last night.

“..he likes you..”

Dark brown eyes watching me from across the room.

“Seojun has been far up his own ass since day one..”

Peach colored hair.

“..can’t believe Seoyeon isn’t here.”

Minji is as pale as a ghost.

“—gets all stiff when you mention—”

Wait.

I sit up, eyes wide in realization, Minji. Throwing back the covers, I swing my legs out of bed. Taking a few steps towards the door before the chill of my body registers in my mind. I look down at the long white t-shirt and tight black athletic shorts on my form before carrying on out the room; carefully opening the door and peeking around the corner. The sight that greets me too cute to bear at 9 in the morning.

Baekhyun sprawled out on the couch with wild black hair and eyelashes caressing glowy cheeks. Soft puffs of air escaping his parted yet slightly pouty lips. He is the picture of adorable right now.

I smile to myself before tip-toeing over to the other side of the apartment; finding my dress from the night before freshly washed and ironed. Sat on top of the modest dining table. Gratitude swells in my chest as I slip out of the borrowed clothes; carefully setting the folded pile on the table when something clatters to the floor.

Shooting a wary look over at the still sleeping Baekhyun, I reach under the table for the object; a single bronze key clutched in my palm. My heart racing at the underlined intentions. Pulling on my heels before slipping out of the door, I take one last glance back at him; not even fighting my fond smile.

Sighing softly once the door is shut, I type in a familiar contact while making my way down the stairwell. The 4 flights will be good for my overworking brain; filled to the brim with thoughts of Baekhyun and the company as I bring my ringing phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Minji.” I utter, a little in awe at her sounding so clear this morning. “Are you working today?”

“Yeah,” She sounds less enthusiastic this time; a certain edge to her soft voice.

“Good, I’m just around the block.” I observe, checking the surroundings of Baek’s apartment building fully for once in the daylight. “I’m coming over.”

“I’ll get your usual.” She mumbles, swiftly ending the call.

Taking a deep breath, I tuck my phone back into my pocket, speed walking down the remotely clear pedestrian walkways until I see a familiar sky blue building up ahead. The smell of fresh bread and the soft twinkle of the doorbell overhead bringing fond memories; ones I fear may be a bit painful to reminisce after today.

Minji looks up from helping a lady at the counter, smiling politely at the praises of her hard work and wishing her a good day. We're the only ones left after she leaves; Minji continues to stand there, seemingly lost in thought.

"...Um hey?" I give her an odd look, slowly approaching the counter.

"H-Hi," She mumbles, quickly retreating to the kitchen, "Have a seat. I'll be right back!"

Looking after her warily, I sat down at a booth in the back of the room; lazily watching the people walking past the far window with my chin on my palm as the sounds of running water filled the quiet room.

“Sorry,” She flusters, quickly setting a steaming brown mug and a slice of apple pie on the table before sliding into the opposite seat.

“It’s fine,” I reassured her, patting her hand, trying to ease her nerves. Gingerly cupping the mug in my palms, I gently blow on the ginger lemon tea. “How’s the bakery?” I inquire, quirking a brow with a smile. “Seems to be a real hotspot these days.”

“Business as usual,” She mumbles, tugging at the sleeve of her purple cashmere sweater.

“Hey...” I set down the mug, trying to meet her eye, “You okay?”

She begins to nod, stopping short with a shaky sigh. “N-” She stops, lips trembling. Croaking as tears fill her eyes, “No.”

“Hey hey hey,” I look around, pulling out a packet of tissues and makeup wipes from my purse reserved for moments like these before holding them out to her. She blindly reaches for them, still not meeting my eyes. “Minji… What’s wrong?” I soothe. My unease is growing by the minute.

She mumbles something unidentifiable under her breath and I lean forward, eyeing her worriedly. “What?”

Her head snaps up. “I’m sorry!” She blurts, shiny eyes wide with fear.

“I—” I flinch back at her wail, watching her get progressively more distressed with furrowed brows. “Minji I’m a bit lost here. What are you sorry for?..”

The purple haired woman takes a couple moments to dab at the corner of her smudged eyeliner, sniffling quietly before uttering, “Seoyeon…” She pauses, meeting my eyes for the first time today, “Seoyeon and Seojun are fooling around.”

A moment passes, only the bustling life from beyond the windows filling the silence. “Okay,” I slowly nod, ignoring the itching suspicion beginning to form at the back of my mind. Disappointed but not surprised.

“No,” Minji sniffles, shaking her head. “You don’t understand..”

“It’s okay, Min,” I soothe, putting on a small smile. “Seojun is a part of my past now.” Shrugging nonchalantly, I lean back in my seat, cupping my warm mug in my palms. “What they do is really none of my—”

“—Seoyeon slept with him while you were together.” She drops the ball.

I choke a bit on my tea, setting down the glass harder than intended. “Wha-” I cough leaning forward, fist against my mouth, “What did you just say?”

Minji keeps her teary eyes on the tabletop. The temperature in the room seems to drop a whole 10 degrees as the realization sets in.

“No.” I shake my head, tears brimming my eyes. “No, she wouldn’t…”

“I can’t believe Seoyeon isn’t here.”

“—she gets all stiff when you mention men..”

“—Who? Who?” Seoyeon craned her neck around; trying to catch sight of the man.

“Yah!” Minji whisper shouts, lightly smacking the back of her head. “Leave her be, she needs this..”

No… No. We have been friends since high school, back when she could never find the right concealer for her skin tone and Kim Publishing was but a mere thought…

“You never know,” She replies tossing her freshly dyed red hair, “Maybe you’d learn something if you left your office for once.”

Someone blocks Seojun from view; a woman with peach-colored hair that causes a spark to light up in his dark brown eyes…

“It’s not like her to miss the opportunity.”

Dragging my eyes up from the mug clutched tight in my hands, I meet Minji’s gaze with blurred eyes. “You..” I inhale shakily, clenching my jaw. “You knew.”

Her doe eyes widen, “I—”

“You fucking knew and chose not to say anything!” I explode, not realizing I’ve stood up until I blink, seeing her curled up form cornered against the wall through my red vision. Salty tears steadily streaming down my cheeks. The knocked over coffee mug rolling around it’s spilled contents dripping from the tabletop barely stopping right before toppling over the edge.

“You covered for her.” I conclude in a softer voice, the clues of betrayal burning bright behind my retinas. “You knew this entire time. When were you going to tell me, Minji?” She doesn’t dare to lift her head, my questions firing one after the other. “Who else knows, hmm? Your mom? The media? Jihun?”

“N-No.” She quickly shakes her head as I take in her cowering form, helplessly folding in on herself. “Jihun has no idea.”

“Huh.” I smile, not a trace of humor in my tone. “That makes two of us.”

After another moment’s pause, I reach over to pluck a handful of napkins from the dispenser, dropping them carelessly to soak up the mess on the table. “Thank you for telling me, Minji-ssi.” Sparing her a quick glance, I shuffle through my purse for my wallet, taking a minute to remember the exact amount before slapping the money on her side of the table. “Hope you get all that you want out of life.”

“W-Wait.” I pay her quiet call no heed, already pushing my way out of the clear bakery doors; the crisp, early-winter air biting into the skin of my drying cheeks. Looking up at the light grey sky full of wispy clouds, I brush off my shoulders, making a left turn at the end of the street that leads to the heart of downtown. Because now…. Now.

I have bigger fish to fry.

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“Chun-hei.” He grins, comfortably reclined in the leather seat.

I smile. “Good morning, Mr. Shue.”

His eyes light up in expectant glee as I take my seat across from him, smoothing out the pants of my black suit. “To what pleasure do I owe to be graced by your presence this fine morning?”

“Just a quick little check in.” Pulling a blue pen from behind my ear, I tuck away a stubborn lock of hair escaping with the motion. “I believe we had some things to discuss?” I arch a brow, polite smile still on while opening my vanilla folder.

“Oh?” His own smile turns into a greasy smirk; the promise of his victory dancing in his eyes. “Well then. Yes, we do. Have you decided yet?”

“Actually,” I drawl, dragging my eyes back to his, “I’d prefer it if you helped me make one.”

As if on cue, Jihun steps into the room with two interns, each one of them carrying stacks of paper while she holds a recorder in her hands. The single flick of her thumb brings a red dot onto the screen.

“You see, Mr. Shue.” Turning my eyes back to him, I take in the panicked look on his face. “A little birdy told me that you have been making deals with Park’s Publishing.” I emphasize, cointining in a way too chirpy tone, “Behind my back.”

He sits there, forehead breaking out in a cold sweat as I gesture for the interns to set the documents on the long wooden meeting table. Spreading them out on the surface. “Now, if I recall.” Plucking a particular stabled stack of papers out of the two piles, I hold it up for him to see, “Your contract states specifically that any such foul play would mean a lawsuit and an immediate termination of contract.” My tone lowers, looking him dead in the eye. “It’s typed in bold print at the top of the first page, Mr. Shue.”

“I-I-” He stammers, clambering out of his seat while pointing a grubby finger, “You have no proof of anything!”

Not phased by his loud display, I calmly hold my hand out to receive the tablet that a third subordinate brings in; a mere three taps revealing a video of the short, stocky man shaking hands with the Director of Park’s Publishing; the title of exchanged documents clear as day in the HD replay. The book we’ve been working on for over half a year to publish.

Letting the tablet go to sleep, I set my gaze on his shaking form once again. “You will be hearing from my lawyer, Mr. Shue.”

He makes his way around the table in a fit of rage, fingers outstretched just for security to enter the room, swiftly hauling him out by his arms. His face redder than I have ever seen as he shouts obscenities at the top of his lungs down the hallway.

I lean back in my seat with a deep sigh, rubbing my temple and closing my eyes.

“You okay?” Jihun’s voice rings, a hand placed on my shoulder. I make an effort to relax, nodding as my eyes open, “Yeah.” One look at her doubtful expression and I know she can see through me. “Can you...cancel the rest of my meetings for today?” Tentatively, I take a glance at the time on my Rolex before meeting her gaze again.

“I can manage,” She murmurs, giving a slow nod at the apprehensive look on my face. “Go. Before the lunch hour traffic hits.”

Sighing shakily, I push away from the table, brushing invisible dust off my clothes while nodding in acknowledgement to my subordinates; swiftly exiting the room. Rolling my stiff neck with a wince. If only that was the last hassle I have to deal with for the day.

The familiar sight of the tall building up ahead causes my heart to squeeze uncomfortably in my chest, but I continue onward; head held high with every click of my heels on the pavement.

“Ms. Kim,” The guard out front nods in acknowledgement, holding the door open for me as I pass by with a brief greeting; my focus drifting to a certain advertisement posted on the far wall of the apartment complex lobby. The model and the makeup artist. My lips curl up, a bitter smile hidden behind the closing doors of the elevator. What a great pair they make indeed.

Slipping into the apartment is simple enough with the spare key in my hand. The tell-tale signs of moans and squeaking bed frames do not phase me at all as I make my way to the bedroom at the end of the hall, throwing the door open with no remorse. Startling the pair tangled within the bedsheets.

“What the fuck-” Her high pitched complaint stops dead in it’s tracks, covers messily clutched to her chest and eyes widened in alarm in wake of my presence.

“Hi Seoyeon.” That polite smile has found its way back to my lips. The curses spewed from the scrambling brunet under her mere background noise. “Just stopping by to tell you I don’t need your key anymore.” I let it fall with a clatter from my hand onto the dresser stationed within arms reach of the door, stuffing it back into my suit pocket.

“C-Chun-hei...” Her tone of voice is pitiful while her face flushes bright red, disbelieving eyes and shaky pupils glistening in the dim light of the disorganized room.

I look down at her with blank eyes, swiftly spinning on my heel, only managing to take two steps towards the front door before faltering. “Oh!” Snapping my fingers, I face them again with a click of my tongue, smiling in mock relief. “Almost forgot. I left your shoes by the door. Can’t have you leaving a $500 worth pair of heels behind, hmm?”

The nonchalant expression on her features despite the mascara streaking down her cheeks is enough of a response. Directing my gaze to Seojun, I shoot him the same pacifying smile, leaving the place just as quietly as I came.

My gaze lowers to the ground while trudging through the deserted streets, hands shoved deep into my pockets in search of some warmth against the bitter cold air. Maybe I should have taken my car amidst gathering the last traces of Seojeon out of my home, but then again, she isn’t worth the gas money.

Wandering mindlessly brings me back to an all too familiar apartment building, the weight of the remaining key within my pocket seems to grow heavier. Urging me to step into the place I’ve walked by countlessly since this morning. Beckoning me back to the man waiting—is he waiting?

My eyes widen, pace quickening as I bypass the person seated at the front desk in favor of catching the elevator before the doors shut. The ride up to the designated floor full of fidgety hands and impatient foot taps. It feels like ten years have passed before I’m inserting the key into the lock, carefully opening the door with bated breath.

“Chunhei!” Baekhyun rushes over as I force myself to calmly slip out of my annoying heels; his brown eyes wide and hair still messy from sleep. “Are you okay? I woke up and you weren’t-”

Fuck it.

Cupping his cheeks, I smash my lips to his, “I’m okay.” I breathe, pulling up briefly for air. “I just…” Looking at his worried filled face makes me pause, heart racing at the raw emotions in his shining orbs. The longer I gaze into his wide brown eyes, the more the bad feelings of the day wash away, “I need you.”

Baekhyun gulps, holding my gaze as my hands slide down his chest. He catches my wrists before I can slip them under the waistband of his jeans, “Are you sure?”

Looking him over again, I nod, gasping when he roughly tugs me into his embrace. He kisses me as if his life depends on it, so many emotions pouring from his lips as I tangle my hand in his hair; swiftly wrapping my legs around his waist when his hands grab onto my ass. He walks us back to the bedroom, lips curling against my own smiling ones and eyes sparkling with promise.

Maybe.. I want more than the pleasure he gives after all.

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One chapter away from completing this story ooommmggg. Thank for reading, sorry for the long wait! I guess today is an angst filled one hehe♡ ♡ have a great weekend!

#baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #bbh-net #baekhyun romance

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thebest-medicine · 4 years

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about my session with @clayticklish pt四

Saturday oh Saturday....

Well for one I found out that I’m MUCH more suggestible in the morning when I’m sleepy, as in, willing to give my arms up to be pinned in various positions and tickled, less energy to fight or squirm, I just kinda lay there and laugh and giggle

I did my fair share of trying to get clay back but mostly I was just tickled all damn day

tried some with me just being pinned, even got me falling halfway off the bed squirming! Clay is mean and will pin your arm under his body while you’re laying sideways on the bed and then he’ll hold your other arm with one of his and then he’ll fuckin tickle your underarms and sides and tummy with his free hand! meanie!

I got tied face down again and figured out just how sensitive my back is.... ahhh. fuckin feathers and makeup brushes on my back are so sensitive... also he pUT ONE OF EACH IN EACH HAND AND HAD FOUR FOUR FOUR THINGS TICKLING MY POOR BACK AT ONCE. like I said. mean.

my poor feet got the hairbrush and I squirmed so bad I was rubbing my neck and chin raw on the bedsheets lol.... (my friends may have noticed when I got home and asked about it ahdhsjakdkgk)

later we went to get food and bop around Niagara Falls, strolled over to the falls and took some pictures, and then after we were sufficiently cold, headed back to the room for more tickles.

we played a round of Mario kart, I won and got to tickle clay, it’s SO fun to see that boy blushy and squirmy let me tell you. giggly and red and squirming away from prodding fingers is a GOOD LOOK on him and I’m sure anyone else who has had the pleasure of ler’ing that ticklish cutie would tell you the same.

he’s a little cheater though and decided to get me too.

I got teased and tickled in my crop sweater that I wore deliberately to instigate tickles. I also brought a bralette and a pair of shorts I wanted to try getting tickled in next.... and oh man did he get me good in that.... ugh with the hogtie (and later spread eagle).... oh my gosh. I needed my big sweaters back to help me ahhh it’s so bad when you’re all exposed and sensitive.

hogtie is such a deceptive position. It’s becoming one of my absolute faves just for how versatile it is. when I was face down clay put my feet up to his chest and pinned me and just got them so bad omg.... the fuckin hairbrush. omg. sliding back and forth over my soles. every time one gets relief the next one is getting it. omg. omg. omg.

after destroying my dang feet, he got my sides and ribs too... and then he fucking..... decides to try this move. I’ve been ranting about it because it is seared into my brain since he did it and omg. he like, pinned my arms away from my body by slipping his legs between the hogtie arm holes and kneeling there. when he settled I was like “wait.... I can’t move... I can’t move at all... I can’t squirm... I can’t move!!!” and he’s like yes that’s the point silly... and proceeds to poke maddeningly at my armpits, just, not even digging in just TICKLING and tickling and tickling. I was howling. he got all the way down my sides and ribs and reached under to get my tummy and I DIED OK.

and then as I’m like omg that was so bad haha good job wrecking me, here comes clay with TIME TO TURN YOU OVER NOW

nooooOOOOOOOOOOOO

so he flips me, and I’m just laying on my back/arms absolutely helpless to do anything and he got my damn tummy so good.... ugh I can’t even... my armpits and ribs and sides and tummy are SO ticklish it’s stupid. He got me so bad. Spidery tickles everywhere. Squeezes and digs and pokes and so much teasing.

he got my neck and my collar bone too so bad and teased the hell out of me.

then finally I’m like ok jeez that was so much tickling omg I’m dying....

and then he just.... pulls me into his lap sideways....and goes to fucking town tickling me. I couldn’t do anything but laugh and squirm. He got my hips and thighs and sides and feet and tummy and ribs and underarms and neck and back and everywhere.... NO WHERE WAS SAFE. It was so infuriating and ticklish and crazy and fun.... omg. I can’t wait to get hogtied again.

we went later for some Tim Hortons 🇨🇦 and food and ended up going on a Ferris wheel to see the falls! of course we went around the wheel like 5 times and every time it was up off the ground clay decided it was time for tickles! (though sometimes they were tickles for HIM 😈) by the time that ended I was about ready to run back to the hotel to get tickled lol.

we decided to try face up spread eagle and he said ya know, how about we try you first and then I’ll let you tie me and tickle me after... so I’m like yeah ok I’ll go first... like a dummy

he gets me face up and omg..... I seriously can’t. Take. My upper body. Being tickled. Omfg. I just can’t. Like. He was just teasing me and running his hands over my tummy and scribbling and spidering and I was DYINGGGG. he would go up my ribs and guess what I was doing? DYING. side squeezes? DYING. my mother flipping hips!!!!!! DYINNNGGGG. my neck and collarbone and thighs and DYING. my feet again, ahshdjajdkgkgkakrgkk.

Quick, intermittent pokes all over are also SO TEASY AND HORRIBLE omg. Tickles so bad.

he used his fucking mouth on my tummy and I was cackling. beard on my neck was a NOPE omg so tickly. BEARD UNDEr mY ARMS UGH. so much tickling.

spidery fingers under my arms kills me. digging in under my arms kills me. the most intense ticklish feeling probably of the whole weekend though omg was his fucking tongue. he used it on my neck and it was so bad.... and then omg UNDER MY ARMS. Like I can’t even. It was so bad. I was howling, cackling, hysterically laughing and screaming. it was so bad so bad so bad. so wiggly and tickly and I can’t even explain but it just tickled SO. BAD.

we had some cute teasy games and stuff, but he got me for a long time this day man... hours of being tickle tortured. ugh he even got me to yellow from incessant and fast spidery tickles under my arms and on my lower ribs.

gosh he got me bad. and eventually he finally let me arms free and I couldn’t even move them or do anything... it was like I was mush. I curled in on myself. and then at like 9:30 I fucking fell asleep lol. legs STILL TIED TO THE BED. passed tf out.

woke up at 4:30am pissed that I didn’t get to get clay back.... so when he started to stir and wake up a bit too.... I knew it was Time For Revenge. We still had all the ties on the bed so I got him right where I wanted him before I thoroughly took that ticklish boy apart 😉 perhaps I’ll leave that for my final post on the matter about Sunday!

#niagaratickles #clayticklish #tickling #tickle meet ups #tickle stories #tickle community #personal #mine #meeee #maleena

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sunnieskies02 · 4 years

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You Need It More Than I Do (College AU)

Shouto Aizawa x Reader

3.3k Words

Trigger Warnings: n/a; A/N: This is for you Pinky @pinky-the-elephant-room

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Working at the Elephant Cafe was more shitty than it can get.

You opened and closed the shop every single day, the customers were shitty especially the teenagers/ highschool students. You hated them with a passion, every time they walked in you wanted to bang your head on the wood counter so you wouldn’t have to deal with their antics.

Some of them would make a scene and destroy some of the tables and chairs forcing you to kick them out. Other items you would see these big groups of girls walk in, order something that sounded pretty off of the menu, take thousands of pictures of it and then walk out. And every time they did that you silently thought to yourself ‘What the fuck! Those pieces of shit waste so much food, and they come in EveRyDaY!’

You sigh in utter disappointment but you kept on working throughout the day.

The Elephant Cafe was in a very affluent district, fancy cars would silently roll down the street with designer stores covering each side. You realized that the people who came in had almost all the money in the world, and could give two shits about wasting the food or their money. You hated that, you despised how the kids that would walk in would have the rest of their lives planned while you worked all the hours of the day.

A day in your life went a little something like this: At 3am, you would wake up and do your morning routine and be out the door by 3:30am. At 4 o'clock in the morning you would do package deliveries until 8am where you would then change to go to the cafe and work there from 8:30 to 1 in the afternoon. By the graces of Satan you are blessed with a 30min lunch where for the majority of that time you are a part time hotline operator. Then at 5pm, you close the cafe and head to the local convenience store and work from 5:30 to 10pm and you’d still have to do your online college course.

Four jobs in total, not all of them paid well, and the only job that did pay well was working at Elephant cafe. Your home situation wasn’t the greatest, years before you had become a college student your father had died leaving you and your mother to fend for each other. Your mother was a sweet little old lady who took care of the neighborhood children and was a strong prominent woman. Knowing that your mother was growing older in age, you, in secret, gave up on going to college to make more money to take care of her and was going to stay with her mother to take care of her.

But mother knew best.

She told you “Don’t worry about me sweetheart. You need to live your life, I’m not that much an old hag. I can carry my own, be free, and live life. AND don’t forget to bring me back some grandchildren.” As much as you told her that you wanted to stay and take care of her, your bag was packed and you were shipped off to a new part of the country.

Dad didn’t leave a lot of money when he died. So when you were in the big city and on your own getting a job was your very first priority. As you job hunted, you found plenty of job openings and applied to them as soon as possible. Luckily you didn’t have to worry about housing because your friend Mirio had a spare room in his apartment and was allowed to stay as long as you cleaned up and kept yourself healthy. | this sounds a bit awkward and it would be best if you reworded it.

You felt bad for Mirio, but envied him at the same time He got a full ride to E Univeristy while you were working every hour of every day to amass enough money to survive and still try to graduate on time. Life sucked but there was no other way ( respectful way) at that to make more money than you were already making and saving.

Money had you in a mental bind, you felt bad that you were leeching off of Mirio who was working hard, but now even harder because he had an additional mouth to feed.

“Hey y/n? You seem out of it, what's wrong?’ Mirio’s cheerful voice rocked you out of your depressing thoughts and you turned your head towards him. You sigh, « I just… want to make more money y’know. I already work four jobs and I just wanna make money without having to work. » A laugh erupts from Mirio’s chest and he says « Well, the world doesn’t work that way. That’s why I’m letting you stay here for as long as you need. Don’t fret. »

You wanted to combat his words but his bright smile doesn’t allow you too. You close your computer and make way for your room, you throw yourself into your bed and look at the clock. 12:00’ the clock read « Fuck me. » You turn over and force yourself to get a wink of sleep and prepare for another slave away day.

oOo

Elephant Cafe was bustling as normal, preppy pieces of shit would walk in and cause a ruckus. The same group of girls would walk in order food, snap it, post it, then dip. You rest your head on your hand at the counter, and all of a sudden a man walked it. You lifted your head and saw a man who was wrapped in a dull scarf, with eye bags heavier than your under your eyes.

“I’d like a dark coffee with 4 shots of espresso please.” His voice was deep and velvety, it shook you to your core. “Yessir and may I get the name for your order?”

“Aizawa Shouta please.”

“Your total will be—“ A crash interrupted your sentence. Two high school kids were fighting in the dining area over who knows what. “G-give me a minute I’m sorry.” You reluctantly walk over to them and try to handle the situation.

“Who the FUCK do you think you are putting your hands on me!!”

“I barely touched you, I am just asking you to leave the premises. You are disrupting the others.”

“I DON'T CARE!!! My dad could buy you and all of those shitty workers back there!!”

‘I’m pretty sure he could.’ “Please ma’am, whatever you and your friend is arguing about could probably be solved by or infinite pockets and—“

“The fuck is that supposed to mean. Are you saying because I have money and privileges I can’t have any problem!?”

You didn’t answer. Then a splash of water is thrown on your face, and the laughter of the woman erupts in your ear. You wanted to keep your job, but something in you snapped.

“ Your right. I do think that you're privileged and rich and yes you might have problems but I bet you wouldn’t LAST a day in my life.” The girl was silent and shocked “I WORK FROM 4am to 5pm every single day. Four jobs from 4am to 5pm AND I go to college online. I don’t make enough to live on campus, or enough to live on my own. I’m sick and tired of rich pieces of shit not respecting those that work for and around you. You come in here everyday, and disrespect all of us and threaten to have us fired! YOU’RE DADDY’S GIRL AND I HOPE HE CUTS YOU OFF SO YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE WORLD REALLY WORKS. I GET SO TIRED OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE THE WORLD AT THEIR FEET AND NEVER WORKED A DAY IN THEIR GODDAMNED LIFE!”

The girl looked at you slack jawed. She didn’t know what to say, she looked at you in awe. “Go a head and call your daddy, cuz’ that’s all the fuck you know how to do.”

You walked back behind the counter and continued with the customer who didn’t look dazed at all. Drenched in water, out of breathe, adrenaline pumping “Your total is 5.95. Will that be cash or card?”

“Cash,” he said. He fumbled in his pocket and handed you an American Black Card. You swipe it and he tells you “Debit is fine.” You look at him with a warm smile and back down at the illuminating screen.

“I like what you did back there. She looked really surprised that there are people who actually work.” You scoff, “ Hell yeah, and I work too hard for her to always call on her dad when things don’t go her way. My dad died so does it look like I can call on him, hell no. I work four jobs and I’m still poor.” Realizing that you damn near poured your life to this man you didn’t know you look up and see a small smile.

His order is completed and you hand him his drink. “While you were working so hard her dad showed up.” You roll your eyes and groan, then an envelope and business card is handed your way. “ If you are fired just give me a call. I’ll help you, a hard worker nowadays is hard to come across. And daddy’s little girl is a prime example.” Once he walked up the girl's dad spoke with you, and you were happy that he sided with you in the matter. Which resulted in the girls father cutting her off to make her work to be just as wealthy as he was since he was self made. The look on her face was priceless and she tried to argue with him but the dad didn’t care at all. Daddy’s little girl would have to become a woman.

As Shouta walks out and you look at the envelope, it looked….pretty thick. A cold sweat ran down your face, what was he trying to do? Was it a sleep agent filled envelope! Was it DRUGS?! Not saying that you wouldn’t use them but….what kind of drugs. You take an envelope and place it in your locker in the back and for the rest of the evening, it sits on your brain.

When your shift was over you grabbed the envelope and rubbed it with your callused hands. ‘What the fuck is in here.’ And at the same time you fumbled his business card in your hands. The card read ‘ Kitty Kafe CEO. Owner Of Kitty Kafe Around the Globe. Mobile #: ***-***-***’ Your heart nearly dropped

Into your ass, ‘WTF!’ You’ve never run home so quickly.

“MIRIO!!!! I-I met thé CEO of Kitty Kafe and he gave me his business card and envelope.” He quirked an eyebrow “Wow! That’s a once in a lifetime chance how’d you look?”

“H-how’d I look? I was in my—“ It dawned on you, when you met him you were in your cafe uniform but later drenched in water. “ I was in uniform but later drenched wet.” Mirio shot you a concerned look “No like that you ass. A customer there threw water on me so… yeah.”

You and Mirio spoke about the events of the day and how you made a girl get financially cut off by her dad. That night you slept soundly but that envelope stayed in your mind.

The next day at the cafe you had the envelope at your side waiting for him to come back and to your luck he did. He had the same look on his face and he said “Well it’s nice to see that you aren’t drenched in water this time.” You chuckle, “Same thing as last time, CEO Shouta?”

“So you looked at the business card, it’s good to know that you're literate. But yes,” He hands you his card and rings up your order, “ I’d like for you to sit with me while I drink you coffee. I don’t want to force you.”

You look up at him and furrow your brows “W-why?”

“Don’t act like a kid, I was intrigued by your actions and what you told me. All I wanted to do was know more.” You relaxed ‘Okay, well at least he isn’t a creep.’ Once his drink was made you hold it and walk with him to the seat. While you and him sat together you learned more about Aizawa, he did come from an affluent family but he wished to make it on his own. He was a self made billionaire and his business was flourishing more than he thought. You had also found out that he hated kids, but he was a teacher for a fraction of his life so that was humorous.

Both of you spoke for hours until the end of your shift. Some days, he would sit and watch you work behind the counter. How the sweat would get stuck in your face, and how you would make everyone’s order perfect. Other days he would purchase something for you to eat and laugh at how some crumbs from the cake would stick to your face.

“Hey, you have something on your face.”

“I-i do. Where?” Aizawa leans across the white table and wipes the crumbs off of your cheek. His calloused finger rubbed over your lip slightly and returned back to your cheek. Your face became dusted with pink as he continued to stare at you. His eyes were a deep maroon color, and the seemed as if they peered into your eyes.

“You have very pretty eyes.” Shouta takes his hand back and places it back onto the table and stares. His eyes had a calming effect, his eyes were somehow piercing but soothing at the same time. On another occasion you had made him laugh, you and him have a mutual hate for children, so when you were sitting and chatting with him and said “These kids are the result of too much money shoved up their asses. They need to get smacked the fuckk up.”

Hearing him laugh was foreign to you. It was deep and hearty, like a dad’s laugh in a sense. Aizawa laughed and laughed and when he finally stopped his face went back to its restless state. You look at him in shock and he says “It wasn’t that funny.” You playfully sock his arm and chuckle, pink dust crosses his face and he smiles. These conversations were to die for.

You enjoyed the time you spent with him and hated it when he had to leave. He waved you a goodbye and walked out. You returned to the table and noticed that another envelope was left and you saw that it had your name on it. ‘Was this for me?’ You picked it up and it dawned on you that you forgot to give him the other envelope. You just had to wait till tomorrow, and tomorrow came.

The same thing happened over and over again, Aizawa would order his dark coffee with 5 shots of expression and ask you to sit with him. When you sat with him, you felt the world was on your side, his still face and weird smiles that looked more scary than sweet made you laugh. And at the end of your shift envelopes would be left on the table. It was like he left them on purpose that late because he would have wanted to see you the next day.

Over 3 months of meeting him and texting him( because you had finally exchanged numbers) you had over 93 envelopes with your name on it sitting in your room. It got on your nerves, why had he left them, what was he planning for you?

The next day when you showed up to open. », Aizawa was there,

“What are you doing here Aizawa and I need to talk to you anyway.” he quirked an eyebrow and said “I’m not going to be able to attend our daily meetings. I'm gonna go out of town. So I wanted to see you.” ‘Hé wanted to see me??’ That was weird but once you unlocked the store you motioned him inside.

“What did you wanna y’all about? ” You closed the door behind him and dumped your bag on the table « These envelopes. What’s in them? » He looked at you and said « Money. »

“Money?” Aizawa walked over to an envelope that was pretty thick and spoke, “I looked into who you are y/n. And you’ve had it pretty hard.”

He was right, hell yeah your life was hard. « You moved from a village to a big rich city for school all in your mother’s words after your father died. You came here to get a good education to get a high paying job to send your mom money, so you work hard. Everyday and I saw the pain in your eyes. You push through it but pushing threw isn’t going to be good enough »

You looked at him in shock and he continued to talk. So, when I saw you handed that girl her ass, I started to like you. And that’s why I wanted to talk to you everyday, you were interesting.”You sit at the table and he says, ' In every last one of these envelopes was enough money to give you your own place and money to send to your Mom.” Tears started to form at the corners of your eyes « Working yourself to death is no way to live if you want to die early. So I wanted to help you and I thought you would have caught on. »

You were shaken, you had only met this man 4 month ago and he was treating you in such a way that no one has treated you before. “Why, why are you doing this? I-I don’t understand, I--”

“You work hard. You are a very determined person and everyday you deal with people shit, who never give a damn about anyone else. And,” he walks over to you and grabs your hand. “Everyday I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with someone as strong and eloquent as you.” Your heart breaks a little, “Is this what happens when you are nice to people? I guess I should be nice to rich people more often.’

You hurriedly wipe the tears off of your face and repeatedly say thank you again and again and again. But a thought dawned on you, “Hey Shouta… how old are you?” He looks down through squinted eyes, “38 years old. Why?”

“I-I’m…(y/a). So that makes you…” you show him a big beaming smile. “Myyyy SUGAR DADDY!!!” You giggle hysterically and he rolls his eyes. “I hate to ask this but what the hell is a sugar daddy?” he asked calmly

“Well~ a sugar daddy is an old man who gives a young boy or girl a shitton of money. And you're kinda doing the same.” You latch onto his arm and hear him emit a disgruntled tch come from his mouth.

“Well at least you are being given money for a good reason. You work harder than what you are paid so I’m paying you….and for also being another realist in this world.” You sigh and look up at him, and he looks back at you and continues “ This world runs on greed and people who are hard workers never have enough money to grant themselves a better life. And those who do have the money to live a lavish life they waste it. I saw you and believed that as hard as you work you need it more than i do. So I’m fine giving you money because you earn it based off of your hard work and determination.

You were happy. You were given the golden ticket and you can finally start being more productive and given a man that doted on you for how hard you work and appreciated it. Aizawa was different, and that’s what made meeting him all the better.

#boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #request #sugardadddy #bhna #bhna fluff #mha shouta

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Summer horror; Roger Taylor x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all for my fellow American followers I hope you all are having a happy and safe 4th of July. Having lots of food and watching the fireworks and spending time with your families. Now in honor of what Starz has done by giving us a full 24hr marathon of all the JAWS movies, I have been working on this little fic thinking that since Queen were working on ‘A Night at the Opera’ at the same time this movie premiered so I figured why the hell not? So warnings consist of swearing, mentions of the movie and in case any of you haven’t seen the movie then there are spoilers of JAWS in this story. Hope you all enjoy it :)

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I don’t know how my cousin managed to convince me to watch this movie. He had said that this was probably the most horrifying movie he had ever seen and since he and I always love to compare and talk about all things horror, he told me I needed to see this movie.

Steven Spielberg’s biggest summer hit that’s hit the box office in America, a film known as JAWS.

Since Roger and the boys were away recording their album “A Night at the Opera” I needed something to watch so I had managed to buy me a ticket to the next evening showing of the movie. Little did I know just what I was getting myself into.

The ominous theme song of the shark potentially coming out, the gruesome detail of the killings, and of course that shocking jump scare with that head in the boat. Literally I had never heard an entire audience scream all at once than at that moment of the picture. Of course when Brody shot the shark, the audience was in a roar of applause and I’ve never seen a theater audience act like that before.

Let’s just say that…..after seeing that movie I will never think of the beach no scratch that any large body of water that isn’t a bathtub the same way again. Because unlike movies like “The Exorcist” or “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”, this is something that is based on fact.

With a degree in marine biology I knew that sharks have been known to attack people and there have been such famed attacks in America, Australia and in the bottom coast of Africa, and of course there the true story of the USS Indianapolis during WW2. So to see a movie be made to this degree, it was just—horrifying to see.

As I went home I didn’t think I could go to sleep. The phone rang which made me jump in my seat.

“Bloody hell.” I picked up the phone and said, “Hello?”

‘So how’d you like it?’ My cousin’s voice spoke up.

“Elliot I swear to god next time I see you, I’m going to fucking kill you!” I hissed. He laughed and I said, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself right now.”

‘Geez (n/n) and I thought a Marine biologist like yourself would love a movie like that?’

“Well…..not anymore. In fact I think I may just change my major now because of you arsehole.”

‘Hey don’t blame me. I didn’t make the movie, nor did I write the book.’ I groaned and he continued, ‘and besides aunt (m/n) would throw a fit if you were to change your major now. Don’t you only have one more semester to go before your graduate. Changing now would be pointless.’

“You’re an idiot.” I muttered and of course he just laughed.

‘You know you love me, and when I come back into town we’re both going to see it together this time.’

“Fuck no! I am never watching that film again!!”

‘Says the girl who watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre three times when it came out.’

“Whatever you saw it five times you psychopath.”

‘Sociopath actually. Alright you nerd we’ll talk later, I need to head to bed. Got an early conference tomorrow. Talk to you later kiddo.’

“Sleep tight El.”

‘Will do, you sleep tight and don’t let the sharks bite.’

“Fuck you.” He laughed once more before I hung up the phone and just cuddled on the couch clinging onto the blankets. God I really wish Roger was here right now, his hugs always made me feel better and boy did I need them right now. Since it was so late and I began to grow tired no matter how much I tried to fight it, soon I found myself asleep.

There was nothing but murky blue right before my eyes. I was trapped in what looked like a shark cage, the metal bars being my only source of protection. Then suddenly out of nowhere, I saw it coming.

A giant great white shark probably the same size as the one from the movie. It swam right past me, allowing me to see it’s large size, the lifeless black eye just staring straight ahead as it swam by, then as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared into the ocean.

I didn’t know what to do. I had nothing on me to protect me, no knife, gun, or even spear. All I had was this cage that seemed to have no way out. I kept my eyes forward and was frantically looking around hoping to find it. Suddenly I was jerked forward as I felt something bump the cage from behind.

I began to panic as I saw right behind me swimming away was the tail of the great white. It circled below the cage before coming right back for me. It’s large mouth gaped open exposing the rows upon rows of teeth. It banged against the cage creating an even bigger dent than it first left.

Oh my god this shark was actually trying to eat me. I tried to find a way out of the cage but there was no way out, the top was bolted shut and I couldn’t curl up because the cage wasn’t big enough for me to try and escape without risking getting caught by the shark’s mouth. My heart felt like it was going to explode as it relentlessly rammed the cage until it was just big enough for it to finally swallow me whole.

I shot up panting, sweat dripping down my face. It was then I began to hear the sound of my phone ringing once again. I looked at my overhead clock to see that it was 2:30am. I picked it up and tried to say with a steady tone.

“Hello?”

‘Hey love.’ Oh thank god! It was Roger.

“Roger!”

‘Hello my love, are you okay you sound a bit frantic?’ I placed my hand over my heart and wiped away my tears and choked out.

“I’m fine Roggie.”

‘You sure? You sound like you’ve been crying. Don’t tell me you’re missing me already?’ to get my mind off of my nightmare I went ahead and lied.

“Yes, that’s exactly it.”

‘Aww love we already talked about this. The only person who should be missing the other more is me. You broke your promise, now you’ll have to pay the toll.’

“Okay. I’ll take some time off of work to come with you guys on your next tour.”

‘Yes!’ he cheered and I swore I could hear him fist pump the air. ‘So sorry to be calling you so late, hope I didn’t wake you.’

“You’re fine I was—talking with Elliot anyways.”

‘Ahh so what’s that old bastard been up to lately huh?’ I shook my head. See Roger and my cousin had been friends for years ever since grade school, in fact that’s how we met and eventually Elliot played matchmaker/tormentor toward us by the time we were all in high school.

“He’s currently away on business for his company in Athens. But hopefully he’ll be back in a week or so.”

‘Ohh fancy, lucky bitch gets to go everywhere.’

“Well he is the CEO of his company. But what about you? How’s the album coming along? You and the guys playing nice?”

‘Yes we are.’ But the way his tone was, it sounded like it wasn’t.

“What happened?”

‘Damn your keen senses.’ He teased and I chuckled softly. ‘I’ll tell you later, I only called to tell you that since the album is coming along so well, we’re relocating to another place just for some downtime and I want to invite you there.’

“And just where is this place at?”

‘Ridge farm studios. A nice family owns the place, it’s supposed to be a lot more open and more things to do than here at Rockfield. Think you can make it?’

“I think I might just be able to do that.” I heard Roger cheer and he told me of the address of the farm and we ended our conversation. As I hung up the phone my mind went back to my nightmare so I kept the lamp on just so that I knew I was on dry land and not surrounded by water with a man eating shark about to eat me.

The next morning I began packing my things for the trip. I was hoping on staying maybe a couple weeks but knowing Roger he’d try to convince me to stay the whole time they were there so I packed about five weeks’ worth of clothes. Once I had everything packed, I took out my map and began to trace the route I would need to take to get to the farm.

Once that was done, I loaded my car and got on the road. It took pretty much all day to get out of London and out into the country field of Capel. It was probably 4 maybe 5 o’clock by the time I reached the farm and there waiting outside on the porch was none other than Roger.

As soon as he saw my car pull up, he stood up from the front steps and waved at me. I parked my car along the driveway and turned the engine off. I got out of my car and sighed exasperatedly.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I never would drive out this far, or for this long.”

“Ahh but you do love me.” He said as he came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He leaned his forehead against mine as he swayed me from side to side.

“That I do.”

“And I’m grateful for that,” he cupped the side of my face and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb as he continued, “I’m so happy you came. I’ve missed holding you in my arms, I’ve missed seeing you first thing in the morning, missed these eyes, those lips.” I chuckled softly and said.

“Who would’ve thought Roger Taylor was such a softy.” I teased.

“You made me this way. You’re such a bad influence on me love.” He moaned as he soon captured my lips with his.

“Look who’s talking? Mr. ‘I want to have sex almost everywhere in the house’.” I spoke out between kisses.

“Shhh, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” He whispered seductively as he began kissing down my neck. I breathed out a soft moan as I treaded my fingers through my boyfriend’s silk smooth blonde hair.

“If you’re going to be doing any of that Roger, I would suggest getting a room first.” We looked up and there were the rest of the Queen boys.

“Screw the lot of yah. I hadn’t seen my girl in months. SO if you don’t want to watch, then look away.” I hit Roger on the chest which made him both laugh and cry out in mock pain. “Ow love that hurt!”

“Then don’t say stuff like that around me.” Freddie chuckled and was the first to come up and greet me with a hug and peck on both cheeks.

“Welcome darling, oh it’s been too long. Why don’t you visit us anymore?”

“Sorry Fred, been trying to finish up my degree before I finally graduate.”

“Oh wow you’re nearly done. Congratulations (y/n).” Brian spoke up next.

“Thanks Bri, and it was about damn time too. Six years of school is too damn long.”

“I’ll bet.” Deacy soon spoke up. I walked over to him and we both hugged each other. Since Deacy and I were the same age with me being a few months older than him, we grew close to each other. He was my confidant, my partner in crime, my sidekick especially when it came to messing with the others.

We were like the troublemakers of the group behind the scenes, both quiet and reserved until we decide to strike. And when you get both of us putting our devious brains together, watch out.

“Well now that you’re here, Roger will actually begin to behave for once.” Freddie proclaimed.

“What did he do? He mentioned something briefly over the phone last night and now I’d like to know what it was?”

“Back at Rockfield he decided it was best to lock himself up in a cupboard in protest.” Deacy explained. I turned to Roger and he only replied.

“They wouldn’t do my song.”

“And what song would that be?” I asked.

“‘I’m in love with my car’.” Brian answered. I then looked at Roger offended and I said.

“So, which car do I have to smash?”

“The song’s about you!” he exclaimed.

“Oh so that’s all I am to you? A machine? That’s it from now on I’m Brian’s girl. Brian c’mere please.” He gladly came over and swept me off me feet as Roger just gawked at us.

Later that day after getting settled into our rooms, of course I shared a room with Roger (who else would I do share one with?) we were all gathered around the kitchen eating our late lunch/supper with Deacy cooking.

“Mm Deacy I swear Veronica is one lucky lady.” I praised.

“Thank you love.”

“You on the other hand need to learn how to cook.” I said to Roger.

“I tried to. But you shouldn’t be so cute then I wouldn’t be distracted.”

“Roger who burns a boiled egg?” he playfully shoved my shoulder and said.

“Alright then you don’t get any snuggles and kisses tonight.” I gaped at him but just before I could retort back, Freddie’s spoke up.

“My darlings they’ve got a pool here, let’s all eat by the poolside and then go swimming.”

“Fred you know you’re supposed to wait an hour before swimming right?”

“Oh poppycock my darlings, let’s go!” As we were now by the poolside, I stared down at the water and couldn’t help but freeze. My nightmare soon came flashing before my eyes, as well as the opening scene of JAWS.

“(Y/n). (Y/n)!” I snapped out of my daze and turned to see Roger standing beside me. “You okay love?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No Rog, I promise I’m fine.” I said as I cupped the side of his face. He held my hand in his and kissed my palm.

“If you’re sure. But you know you can tell me anything yeah?” I nodded and kissed his cheek before sitting myself at the table to finish eating my potato salad. After we ate, the boys all began swimming.

Roger and Fred were mostly roughhousing around in the pool, while Deacy and Brian were on inner tubes. I on the other hand was lying along one of the pool chairs and chose to get some sun rather than going in the water. The guys seemed okay with it for awhile but soon Roger got too impatient.

“C’mon (n/n) just come in already!”

“No I already told you Rog I don’t want to go in!”

“Why not?”

“Cause I just put some suntan lotion on, you know I’ve got to wait at least 30 minutes before I go in.”

“Now that I know is a lie.” He proclaimed. I flipped him off and put my sunglasses back over my eyes and just lay back down against the chair. A few minutes later something was blocking my sun. I looked up and the next thing I knew I was being picked up.

“Roger! What the hell Rog!? Let go of me!”

“Nope not till you get your pretty little butt into the water.” Oh shit no.

“Roger I swear to god if you throw me in I’ll—” I began kicking and punching him trying to get out of his arms but he kept a strong grip on me and soon I was submerged into the deep end of the pool.

I opened my eyes and I swore I saw a shark-shape like figure in the water and I began panicking. Frantically splashing around trying to get back up to the surface but I was only drowning myself further. I soon felt something grab onto me and I let out a scream allowing water into my lungs before I was pulled back up to the surface. I let out a cough and horrifying scream as I lashed out at whatever was grabbing onto me.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)! It’s okay, it’s okay it’s me love, it’s me.” But I couldn’t hear the voice as I was now being pulled out of the water and back onto solid ground. I felt a towel being wrapped around me as Roger’s voice spoke up.

“Love are you okay I am so sorry I—I didn’t mean to…..”

“JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!! ALL OF YOU!! Please I—I…..” I soon began weeping hysterically on the ground.

Later that night I didn’t even come out of my room. I kept it locked and refused to come out and confront the boys, hell I didn’t allow Roger to even come in and change, he could just sit there dripping wet for all I care and think about what he’s done.

I soon heard a soft knock at the door and Roger’s voice soon said.

“(Y/n)? Love?” I didn’t answer him, “Look I—I’m so sorry for what happened back at the pool. I know you’re probably still angry, you have every right to be.” He paused midsentence I guess waiting for me to answer but he continued, “You don’t have to answer. What I did was a—dick move and I shouldn’t have done it. Brian, Deacy and Fred threatened me with murder if I didn’t come up and fix this.” Thanks guys. “I uhh—I bought you your favorite chocolates. There was a candy store nearby, quaint little place and I feared they wouldn’t have it but they did.”

Oh Roger. He willingly went out and bought my favorite chocolates. But it wasn’t his fault. I’ve been thinking about it and I shouldn’t be putting the blame on him. After all he didn’t know about the movie, he didn’t know that I was still scared about the movie so how could he have known that water suddenly became my number 1 fear now.

“I know it probably isn’t much right now but I hope it at least shows you how much I love you. I just—wanted to spend time with my mermaid. But I went about it the wrong way.” Mermaid. Huh? Hadn’t heard him call me that in a long time, not since our first date when we snuck into the community pool. “Can you—please just open the door? I want to see you, I want to hold you and comfort you.” I silently walked towards the door but I didn’t open it as I heard Roger’s solemn voice say, “Nothing?” he sighed, “Okay love. I won’t bug you anymore. I’ll just—leave these here for you. Bye.”

I opened the door.

I saw that he was just a few feet away from the door and he turned around to see me.

“Hi.” He said nervously.

“Hi.” I whimpered.

“Oh lovely come here.” We walked up toward each other and he embraced me. Rubbing my back in soothing circles with my head resting against his chest listening to his heartbeat. “You’re really starting to scare me (y/n), what happened back there?”

“Shark.” I muttered.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Shark.” I said a little bit louder.

“A shark?” I nodded confirming what I had said. “Did you—see a shark?”

“I thought I did I—this is stupid forget I said anything.”

“No, no, no, no. It’s not stupid. Anything that scares my girl is serious. Why did you think you saw a shark in the pool?”

“Because—because of a movie I watched while you were away.”

“And what movie was that?”

“It was a new movie. American director Steven Spielberg, he made a movie called…..JAWS.”

“Wait I think I remember that title? Yeah the theater near here was promoting it while we were filling up the car with gas.” I looked down shamefully. “But I thought you and Elliot always liked talking about those horror films?”

“But this one was different. It—it showed me just how dangerous the ocean can be.”

“But that’s just it. The ocean. Sharks can’t get into a pool, I doubt they’d find chlorine pleasant.”

“Roger this is serious!” He grinned and said.

“I know, I’m sorry. Here hug me tighter love.” I squeezed him as tight as I could and he did the same thing. “You know that I would never let anything harm you, right?” I nodded in his chest.

“I know, but the nightmare I has last night was—”

“Hold up, you had a nightmare last night? That’s why you sounded out of sorts?” I shamefully nodded. “Oh love why didn’t you just tell me over the phone?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry or bother you—”

“You are never a bother to me. There’s nothing in this whole world that matters to me more than you. Even the band.”

“Wow I feel special.”

“And you should.” He pecked the top of my head as he rubbed my back once more. We stayed in each other’s arms for a bit longer and he proceeded, “You know that I would never let anything harm my baby girl right? I’m much scarier than anything that could do you harm.” I giggled and said.

“No you’re not.”

“What? Baby I totally am. Haven’t you seen me when I go into my rage modes? Remember the Rainbow back in November?” I did actually remember that but of course I wasn’t gonna let him win.

“Don’t recall that.”

“Okay then, maybe this will refresh your mind.” Much like he did back at the pool, he tossed me over his shoulder and walked us into our bedroom shutting the door. He flopped me down on the bed, I tried to get away but he captured me by imprisoning my legs with his, tangling our limbs together and wrapped his arms around my waist trapping my arms.

I couldn’t stop giggling as I soon felt Roger nuzzle into my neck, moaning softly occasionally kissing along my neck but not in the pleasurable kind of way, more of the tickly way.

“Roger….stop it.”

“Oh does it tickle?” smug little shit he knew it did. “How about if I do this?” I then felt him tickle my ribs which elicited shrieks out of me. “Oh don’t you squirm away from me little missy. Come back here you.” He pulled me back as I had tried to squirm out of his embrace and he proceeded to now tickle my stomach as well as raspberry my neck.

“Ahh Rog! Okay! Okay! I yield I yield!”

“You gonna say it now?” he mocked as he now hovered over me.

“Roger Taylor is the scariest and toughest being in the whole world.”

“And don’t you forget it lovie.” He gingerly pecked my nose and said, “In all seriousness love. I won’t let anything real or supernatural hurt you. No ghosts, vampires, werewolves, aliens, serial killers, kidnappers, nothing.”

“And sharks?” I asked worriedly.

“Especially not sharks. I’ll beat them all to a bloody pulp if they even think about eating my girl. I’m the only one who can do that.” He winked at me and grinned cheekily at me. I slapped his chest as he laughed and held me close. “Try to get some sleep love, I’ll protect you. And if you have another nightmare, just wake me up, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you Roger, for everything.”

“Anytime my love.” He kissed my lips gingerly and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” We cuddled close together and soon we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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keepingupwithabi · 4 years

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Guess What Day It Is?

*sighs deeply*

Hi guys, welcome back to my blog.

Today has been one of those non-stop kind of days. I started the day like any other: I woke up, showered, got dressed. Then I cleaned my car off and headed to Dunkin because guess what?! I had to get an oil change and inspection sticker. That was an adventure all in its own, the guy literally forgot to put a new sticker on so I left thinking I was all set only to get home and realize I didn’t have a current inspection sticker. After calling the car place, they were really nice and just had me come back so they could put it on.

Once that situation was sorted, I picked up my friend and we headed to the store to pick up some groceries. Tomorrow is my apartment’s “Friendsgiving” and I am in charge of the green bean casserole, sweet potato pie (well, Patty Labelle made that for me), and squash. I have also taken it upon myself to make name cards for the place settings... just as a sweet touch. I might find some type of activity where everyone writes down something they’re thankful for then we put it in a bowl and pick it out and we all have to try and guess who wrote it.

ANYWAYS. Upon returning home from the grocery store, I found one of my roommates mid-meltdown due to the apartment common spaces not being clean enough. To give some background, the past day and a half have been pretty tense. I think all our hormones are kind of raging right now, it’s a little crazy. There has been some arguing.

So back to what happened. I helped my manic roommate clean the kitchen, bathroom, and mudroom to her liking. After that, she made up with my other roommate and I swear to God we all had a kumbaya moment, folks.

Upon all this, I ate a quick lunch and got ready for work. That has literally been my day. A crazy kind of shit show-- excuse my language. But any type of schedule I had totally and completely got tossed out the window because life TOTALLY happened.

Tuesday was a better day, though. I know I’m back tracking, but I got everything I had planned done.

I went to history class for 11am.

I ran the UTimes meeting and got everything on the agenda accomplished (meaning I got through a list of things I needed to go over with my staff writers)

I got my big communications report draft handed back, stay tuned because I have another draft due next Tuesday and there are a TON of edits I have yet to make (this will be the third draft).

I presented my Spanish project and dipped from class early (it was snowing really bad last night and since it’s a late night class, he let us leave when we were done).

I came home and got some homework done-- thank goodness, because I clearly had NO time until 8:30pm Wednesday.

Tomorrow will probably end up being another one of those days where I’ll just be running non-stop. Here’s what I have to look forward to:

9:30am: Wake up.

11:am-12:15pm: History.

2:00-3:15pm: PCJ.

3:20-4:45pm: Run to store for any last minute needs for dinner, prep squash, make sure turkey is cooking, get casserole stuff ready.

5:00-6:15pm: Spanish.

6:15-8:00pm: Homework, cook, get table set.

Dinner is sadly going to be pretty late tomorrow because two of my roommates have basketball games, which is fine, but it’s just going to be a long day.

Believe me when I say that I am going to need a FULL bottle of wine to make it through tomorrow evening. Thank goodness I don’t have anything early on Friday because I have a feeling I am going to be exhausted.

Any who, I think the last day and a half has taught me a lot about how I manage everything. I honestly don’t know how I do it. I think I just tell myself that it’s one foot in front of the other. At this point, I also remind myself that it’s just a few more weeks till I am home for a month with my boyfriend and family... also, one more week until turkey day.

I’ll be sure to take pictures of how our “friendsgiving” goes, I’ll also be sure to give you a full report of it in Friday’s blog post.

That’s all for now folks!

Yours truly,

Abi

p.s.-- my roommate asked my what day it was earlier and you best believe I looked at her like she had three heads as I responded, “HUMP DAAAAYYYYYY”. So, that’s why I chose the photo I did.

Goodnight!

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stateofloveandnegan · 5 years

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Unknown Number IV - John Deacon

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five / Part six / Part seven / Part eight / Part nine

Gif is mine*

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You:

Talk to you tomorrow :)

Sent 10:33pm

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The next morning you woke up with a slight headache, not being one who can handle alcohol very well. When you look at the clock, you notice it’s just a couple minutes past 9am. Of course, you think to yourself, every damn time I've got a free morning I wake up at fucking 9.

Getting out of bed, you walk into the living room, putting on some water for tea and quickly taking some painkillers for the headache, before hopping in the shower for a quick shower. After doing that, you put on some sweats and a comfy shirt you once stole from an ex-boyfriend, years ago; you only kept it because it’s comfy, no other reason.

Walking back into the kitchen, the water is hot and ready for tea. You let the tea cool down while making some fresh croissants and putting them in the oven. Only when your phone makes a buzzing sound from your bedroom, the events and the texts from yesterday come back to you.

You walk into your bedroom and grab your phone, unlocking it when you see multiple texts in your inbox. Some were from colleagues, asking if someone could work for them in a groups chat. There was also one from Dina, telling you she had a great time last night and thanking you. And then, last but certainly not least, a text from John.

John:

Good morning! Slept well?

Sent 7:31am

Once again, a smile appears on your face as you read his text. You’ve not even met the guy and he already knows how to make you smile, even though it’s not even 9:30 in the morning yet.

You:

Mostly, just annoying to wake up rather early if you could’ve slept in...

What about you?

Sent 9:15am

The oven-bell chimes and you put your phone down to check if the croissants are ready. When you open the oven, the smell of freshly-baked croissants immediately fills the room and it’s just the most amazing thing on a Friday morning. Your phone buzzes just as you’re placing the croissants in a tiny basket to cool down a little.

Placing the basket on the table, along with your cup of tea, you take a seat and start your breakfast with a content feeling.

John:

Slept very well, thanks. I understand, something particular that woke you up?

Sent 9:24am

You:

You’re probably gonna laugh at me, but a headache woke me up. I’m not very strong when it comes to alcohol.

Sent 9:25am

John:

I won’t judge, I’ve got quite the same problem... did you get something to ease the pain?

Sent 9:25am

You:

I did yeah. Why were you up so early, by the way?

Sent 9:26am

John:

My bandmates wanted to catch an early rehearsal... I’m currently taking a break. Rehearsals can be quite exhausting.

Sent 9:27am

You:

You’re in a band? What do you play? or are you a singer?

Sent 9:27am

John:

I thought we already talked about this, hahaha. But yes, I'm in a band. And no, I'm not the singer, I'm the bassist.

Sent 9:28am

You:

Oh that’s so nice! I love playing guitar and I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the bass! What’s the band’s name, though? Maybe I know you guys!

Sent 9:29am

The excitement is real, you’ve always had a weak-spot for guys who are musical, especially if they’d lay guitar, or bass... You, yourself, used to play guitar and have lessons, but ever since you got a steady job at a kindergarten, you had to let it go, not having enough time left for it.

John:

You play guitar? That’s awesome! And about the band, we’re called Queen, you may, indeed, have heard of us...

Sent 9:30am

As soon as you read that text, your eyes went wide. Queen, as in the band that’s currently taking over the world? Honestly, you wouldn’t call yourself a big fan, but you’d definitely heard about them and the song you knew were very good songs.

You:

You’re in Queen? That’s awesome! I mean, I've never seen you guys live and I must admit I'm not familiar with a lot of songs, but I've heard quite a lot about you. And from what I know, you guys are great musicians.

Sent 9:30am

John feels himself blushing slightly as he reads your text. So she does know us, his mind tells him and he can’t help but feel a little proud, even though it shouldn’t surprise him that a lot of people know them.

“You’re up Deac- what are you smiling about?” Roger interrupts John’s little daydream.

John’s face shoots up and his eyes meet Roger’s, “Oh- ehm, nothing. I’m up already?”

Roger nods, launching himself on the armchair in the room. John lets out a sigh and quickly goes back to texting you.

John:

Thanks, that’s very nice to hear :) but I'm afraid it’s my turn to shine now, I'll talk to you later?

Sent 9:33am

You:

Of course! Good luck.

Sent 9:33am

The rest of the day goes by in an instant. You do some grocery shopping, walking in on one of the parents of the kids you teach, and having a lovely conversation with her. You also clean the house a little, you’re weekly routine on your Friday afternoon, before you start preparing some classes of next week.

A little while later, you’ve finished up and when you look at the clock, it’s only 4:30 in the afternoon. Being in the mood for a drink, but not at home, you grab your keys, your phone, and put on a coat before leaving your house.

Just as you’ve taken a seat on an outside table, enjoying the summer-afternoon, your phone buzzes.

John:

You were awfully right about how annoying friends can be.

Sent 4:43pm

You chuckle at the next, having a hunch about what’s happened. A waiter walks up to you, taking your order and moving back inside to get it through.

You:

Hello to you, too. What happened?

Sent 4:47pm

John:

Roger won’t stop bugging me. He doesn’t even know the story, he just saw your name on my screen and figured I had a girlfriend.

Sent 4:48pm

You:

Are you telling me that Roger thinks I'm your girlfriend?

Sent 4:49pm

You smile at your screen, chuckling to yourself as you hear yourself speaking to him in a teasing manner. Then again, you still have no clue what to make of him. On text he seems rather open and easy-going, but from what you’ve heard he should be very shy. Also, you’ve never really seen pictures of videos of Queen, so you still have no clue what he looks like.

John:

That’s exactly what I'm telling you, yes. He just wouldn’t let me explain, he kept saying that he was so happy his ‘shy friend who never talks to anyone’ finally got a girl.

Which I kind of understand, I'm not very talkative, neither am I on text, usually... But with you it’s just rather easy...

Sent 4:51pm

You:

You’re telling me I'm easy?

Sent 4:51pm

You go on with the teasing, but honestly, you feel the exact same way, talking to someone you don't even know, or barely know, has never been this easy and relaxed before.

John:

Not what I meant!

Sent 4:51pm

You:

I know, John. I’m just teasing :) And just so you know, I feel the same. I’m actually also very shy and I don’t talk to people very easily...

Sent 4:52pm

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moodyandmoonyeyed · 6 years

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Stuck

[A/N] : So I was rereading “The Window Series” by the wonderful @thezoomermax and obviously I now headcannon Max sneaking into Lucas’s house via window and this just popped up so here it is.

Also, @strange-thangs because I’ve been given permission to tag him in my fics.

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Lucas woke to a soft tapping at his window, fighting the moments of panic waking up in the middle of the night causes you to feel, before adjusting his view of the world and coming to his senses. As he rubbed the few hours of sleep from his eyes and fought to see in the dark, he knew who would be out there; he wasn’t sure how he knew but he had a gut feeling. Despite the all encompassing dark outside, he could clearly see her red hair and ocean blue eyes staring at him impatiently as he unlocked the window and shoved it open.

“Max. It’s like,” he paused as he checked the alarm clock on his nightstand, “2:34 am. What are you even doing awake, much less here?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d try my hand at stalking. Honestly, I don’t know what you find so enjoyable about it,” she joked.

“Hardy-har-har,” he whispered back. Lucas knew she made jokes instead of sharing feelings, but he also knew that if she was here at this ungodly hour, it was because she actually wanted to talk.

“Are you gonna let me in or not, Stalker? In case you didn’t notice, it’s kind of cold,” she grumbled, shivering in the early December air.

“Yeah, sorry,” he mumbled, stepping aside and letting her crawl through, more gracefully than he ever could have with his mile long legs. “So what’s up?” He asked her when he turned around from closing out the night and saw her sitting in his desk chair.

“Nothing, really. Just couldn't sleep and couldn’t think of anything better to do,” she replied back with a shrug.

He looked at her skeptically, not knowing if she was telling the truth, but almost certain that she wasn’t. But he knew her, even if they had only known each other a little over a month. She would talk about it when she was ready to talk about it and he couldn’t push her.

“Okay then. So what do you want to do?” He asked, not knowing what else to say.

“I don’t know. I’m a guest here. Aren't you supposed to be coming up with things to entertain me?” She chuckled.

He shook his head at her. “It’s almost 3 in the morning. I was asleep. It’s not like I have any ideas right off the top of my head.”

“Well we could just play games or something. Honestly...I just- I didn’t really want to be alone,” she murmured, even quieter than their already hushed whispers.

He wouldn’t have even known she said anything if he hadn’t been able to see her lips moving in the dim lighting his lamp was currently providing.

“Oh. Okay. Then games. What kind of games? I have board ones like Monopoly and Operation or Guess Who? I also have Uno and just regular cards,” he said, looking up at the ceiling and trying to remember what other ones were stored in the downstairs game closet.

“Monopoly,” she said without hesitation. “I will beat you at it one day,” she grumbled bitterly.

He chuckled remembering the game night he had hosted for the party a few weeks ago. The boys knew not to play Monopoly with him because he somehow always ended up sending them all into bankruptcy. But Max, not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to him, had demanded they play it, so with sighs and grunts, they all chose their pieces and gave half-hearted attempts to even try. Four hours later - a record for him actually - he held all but a few properties and had hotels on all sets he possessed. Max had been the first one to go bankrupt and she threatened him with revenge when she next got a chance.

Turns out now was that chance.

“I’ll be right back then,” he said, quietly opening his door and tiptoeing downstairs to the den.

The house was so different when no one was awake. Usually it was filled with the sounds of laughter and love and Erica playing with her toys on every surface she could. Lucas lived a happy life. His parents were so obviously in love with each other and even though him and Erica fought frequently, it was always good natured and he knew they would always do anything for each other.

Shivering at the emptiness of an otherwise bright house, he hurriedly pulled the game from the cabinet, being careful not to pull all of the others down in a loud tumble, and headed back upstairs.

“Here we go. Now, are you sure you’re ready to fail so miserably again,” he asked, joining Max on the floor and pulling the lid off the box.

“Oh you’re so funny, aren't you,” she rolled her eyes. “You’ll be all out of jokes when I whoop your ass, Sinclair. Just you wait.”

He laughed and gave a slight nonsensical mumble. “We’ll see,” he said, pulling the board out of the box and stowing the money away in their respective slots.

“You’re doing that all wrong,” she pronounced.

“How could I be doing it wrong? There isn’t a right way to set it up!” He quietly argued.

“You just are. Give it here. I’ll fix it for you.”

With a roll of his eyes he handed everything over to her, thankful for the few minutes he’d get to just admire her in the half-light.

Her hair was an obvious sight to behold. So bright and reminding him of flames, the way it waved and kinked at different angles. In later years, he would look back and think about how it was the exact color of his love for her; the first thing he remembered noticing about her.

The blue of her eyes was what he imagined the color of the ocean to be. Having never seen it except for pictures, he had no actual evidence to back this up. But he figured it was a nice sentiment given where she came from and her tidal wave attitude. He loved the color. It somehow made him long for salty ocean spray and the sun on his shoulders and seagulls cawing - from a distance, mind you; birds were actually pretty scary.

Right now he was really loving the look of utter concentration on her face as she organized the money to face the same way and set out the properties to resemble their location on the board. She was so focused and so unaware of the clear admiration on his face at the moment, that it was like they were existing on two separate planets. He sometimes worried that they’d always feel like that. Always really close to existing in the same solar system, like he thought for a moment they had on top of the bus at the beginning of November, but then pulling away with one misplaced word.

Yet she always came back. She had yet to actually leave the party behind and try and make other friends.

“What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?” She asked concernedly as she pulled her sleeve over her hand to wipe at her cheek.

“No, no, it’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head as if his brain were waterlogged. “Just tired is all.” He smiled to reassure her before turning it into a smirk. “Ready to lose, MadMax?

“You wish, Stalker.”

With only two people playing, they figured the game would take longer to play, but they were both so determined to win that around 4:30am the game finally came to a close.

Lucas smiled smugly as Max groaned in frustration. “How do you do it? This isn’t like...a real strategic game! It’s not like you can just always win because you know the best way to play. A lot of it comes down to luck! So how do you manage it?” She asked him angrily, staring at him with a pointed glare and accusations in her eyes.

“I don’t cheat if that’s what you mean,” he replied indignantly, mock hurt showing on his face. “And to be fair, there were a few times there that I thought you were actually going to beat me. So clearly luck is just always on my side. Must have missed me the day I met you,” he laughed.

“Meeting me was the best thing to ever happen to you, Sinclair.”

He could only smile in response, knowing that anything else would be a lie. And while him and Max made jokes, friends don't lie, right?

“Well this was fun,” he said after a few moments of silence as Max continued to seethe in anger. “Maybe next time we could even do it at a normal hour.”

She quickly straightened up, back ramrod straight and tension lacing her shoulders. “Oh. Yeah. I guess I better get going then,” she quietly said, pushing herself to her feet and rubbing her hands on her jeans in obvious nervousness.

“Are you...do you not want to leave yet?” Lucas asked, getting to his feet as well and looking at her with concern.

“No. It’s late. I really should get going before your parents find me or my parents find...not me,” she chuckled.

“We could, like, sneak out?” He said but more as a question. Honestly he was surprised the idea had even struck him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, but never this late at night and never with a girl. This was new territory. And he was amazed at his bravery in having even asked.

But he knew it was worth it when she smiled gratefully and nodded at him, some of the stiffness disappearing from her stance.

“Okay. Hold on a second, let me change into actual clothes,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah, no problem. I’ll just- I’ll head back out,” she said walking towards the window, a blush starting to creep up in her pale cheeks.

“Meet you down there,” he whispered as she pushed the glass up and ducked back outside.

Lucas had never changed so quickly in his life. It wasn’t like it took him a long time or anything, but this was astonishing none-the-less. He was clothed in proper December night attire and out the window before two minutes had even passed.

“So where are we going?” Max asked, shivering slightly in the cool breeze and hugging her jacket more tightly around her, as he dropped to his feet next to her.

“I don’t really know actually. The park maybe? It’s a little more secluded than the middle of town but it’s not far,” he suggested, pulling his bike away from the side of the house.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Hop on then,” he said, ushering at the back of his bike as he straddled it.

She quickly slipped on behind him, laughing to herself as she remembered the first and the last time they had done this.

“What’s so funny?” He asked as he started to pedal away, feeling her laughter ripple through him as well.

“Just thinking about the last time we did this,” she said.

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled as well. “At least this time it won’t be as mysterious or, y’know, life threatening.”

“I’m hanging out with you. That’s still exactly how it is,” she joked.

He just smiled and shook his head, knowing she didn’t mean it.

They arrived at the park in about ten minutes, thankfully not passing any other late night travelers.

The entire ride had been spent in silence as they had picked up speed and the wind was moving too quickly past them to be heard over. An outsider would have seen their contented smiles though and marveled at the young pair who were so obviously happy, even at this hour, to be in each other's company.

But now that they were dismounting and heading towards the swings, neither of them wanted to break the silent bubble they had surrounded themselves with.

As they started to sway back and forth, Lucas kept sneaking looks at Max, and her at him, not ever catching the other’s eye.

“So do you want to talk about it?” He finally asked. They had been doing their silly dance for minutes now and he couldn’t take it. When you were used to having Dustin as a friend, silence just felt awkward after a while.

“I don't know,” she whispered, dragging her feet in the wood chips.

“That’s okay. You don't have to. Just...I’m here if you want to,” he reassured her.

“I know.”

Five more minutes of silence passed.

“I just get so caught up in my own mind, y’know. Billy and Neil will fight and scream or Billy will yell at me or something and I just...I can’t take it. It’s easy to just imagine other scenarios where this isn’t my life and there are better things out there and I’ll just lay there, dreaming about running back to California and my dad, or my mom finally being so fed up that we leave them. But after a while of thinking those things and realizing they’re never gonna happen, it just gets to be too much and I can’t breathe and I can’t think straight. I just get really scared of never getting out of this hell-hole family. And that terrifies me. I don’t want to be stuck. Here or there or anywhere. I don’t know. That all sounds really existential and crazy but I just...it happens all the time and I couldn’t take it tonight.”

She said all of this slowly, as if choosing her words carefully and trying to make sure he understood.

Thankfully, he did. At least on some level. For him it was more wishing that his life wasn’t always going to be boring. Hoping that one day he’d have great adventures like Frodo or any other countless characters in the books he read. The last few years had done a lot to fix those overwhelming feelings, but he always felt himself getting stir crazy again at some point. Not that he hoped for more bad things to happen. He just felt the need to not be ‘stuck’ as she had put it.

“I get it,” he finally said, running through a million ways to reply before settling on that.

She didn’t seem to need more because he could see her relax out of the corner of his eye and smiled, knowing that he had helped to ease her fears a little.

“Well thanks for being willing to do something crazy with me,” she whispered, embarrassed at her sentimental tone.

“Maybe we can make a habit of it,” he said, finally turning to her. “Whenever one of us is feeling particularly stuck, we’ll just meet up and doing something different. Make sure life isn’t just churning the same way it always does,” he explained.

Max smiled widely and nodded her head quickly. “I’d really like that.”

For the next hour they fought to see who could swing the highest, and then who could jump the farthest. They talked about all the things they’d do over the years together, officially solidifying their bond. Neither of them knew where their relationship was headed; if they’d stay friends or down the road progress to more. But they knew, in the back of their head, that they wouldn’t be getting rid of each other even if things worked out differently than they were anticipating.

The ride back to Lucas’s house was just as silent as the one that they took to leave, but even more comfortable if possible. As the mailbox came into view, Lucas felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He didn’t want this to end.

Sure he was tired, and it was freezing outside, and he was pretty sure in less than an hour his parents would be up and would probably check on him and see his empty bed, but he liked spending time with Max. More than he would ever admit to her face.

As they both dismounted and she bent to retrieve her skateboard, he felt even more cold chills creep up his back.

“Well thanks, again. For everything,” Max whispered, giving him a small and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No problem. Like I said, if you ever need to lose at Monopoly again...well you know where to find me.”

“One day, Stalker. One day,” she grumbled, wagging a finger at him. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She carried her board to the driveway and dropped it to the ground, turning to wave one last time as the sun was just starting to peek over the edge of the world, before heading home.

“See you tomorrow,” Lucas whispered back, hand still raised in his own wave.

He stood there for a few more moments, watching the sun start to snake it’s way above the horizon, before finally starting to make his way up to his room again.

As he pushed the window opened and shimmied inside, he didn’t see the worried mother sitting on his bed, or the stern look of disappointment coming from his father who was standing by the door. He was even still smiling as he finally gained his balance and turned to find their pinches faces staring at him.

“Lucas Samuel Sinclair, just where do you think you’ve been?”

#okay so here it is #let me know what you think #even if its nauseous #honestly this is also not where i originally planned for this to go #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 2 #stranger things 2 fic #stranger things 2 fanfiction #lumax #lumax fic #lumax fanfiction #lucas x max #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #mine #my writing #fic

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fluffymcu · 4 years

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Letting Loose

Part THREE

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3,421

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You wake up to the bright morning light shining through your bedroom and sigh in content, well rested. You turn to look at the clock on your nightstand and you’re a bit confused as to why it’s 10:30am and you’re still in bed and no one woke you up for school. Then you relax and smile as you realize it’s Saturday. And Saturdays are awesome. You jump out of bed and use the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth before throwing on some shorts and an oversized shirt that you stole from your brother and make your way downstairs.

Most of the team is up and in the kitchen, even Bruce. It surprised you a bit since Bruce is always either up in his lab or discussing science with Helen Cho. You smile and greet everyone in the kitchen, hugging Bucky and Wanda. “Did you guys make pancakes?” You ask. Tony shook his head apologetically and placed a cereal bowl in front of you, placing the milk and favorite cereal next to it.

“Sorry, Hun. We ran out of mix, I’m going to the grocery store right now to get some stuff. Be back in an hour!” He said, grabbing his stuff and Pepper following behind him. You prepare your cereal and notice Peter is sitting on the floor of the living room, watching tv and eating his cereal. You didn’t notice him when you came in but you approached him and took a seat next to him, facing the tv.

“Oh hey y/n/n, I didn’t notice you came down.” He smiled, you returning the gesture.

“Yeah, I didn’t see you either. Thought you were still in bed.” You chuckled. Both of you continued to watch cartoons that morning, the low sound of the tv along with the buzz of the team chit-chatting. You and Peter sat back, resting your backs on the seat of the couch, your empty bowls on the coffee table.

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You were laughing along with the team in the kitchen, talking about mistakes and embarrassments some members on the team have made while on missions. Bucky was telling a story about how he was sent to flirt with a woman at a party, that woman being a black market dealer. But instead, he got mixed up and flirted with the wrong person. In the end, they got the woman and arrested her, but he had to deal with constant texts and calls from the lady for the next week, and explain to her about the mix up. He quickly regretted telling the story as Sam had begun to tease him endlessly about it.

Around that time, Tony and Pepper got home with many groceries and started laying the bags down on the island to put away. Everyone helped put the groceries away so it could be done faster, and sat down in the living room. You all had barely sat down when Tony spoke up. “Hey guys, guess what?” You all turned to look at him. He held a dramatic pause before smiling. “I got a go-kart.” You and Peter gasped excitedly and quickly stood up from the couch.

“Really?!” You both squealed, making the team chuckle.

“There are 14 people here and you only bought one go-kart?” Steve chuckled, raising his eyebrow sarcastically. Tony rolled his eyes and motioned for everyone to follow him. You and Peter right behind him, overly excited. He led you to be backyard, where the tracks for the Quinjet were, and there was the kart. It was white and blue and had a gold streak in the middle. It was customized, since it had the Avengers A plastered on the hood. You jumped excitedly and Peter’s jaw was on the floor.

“No way! This is so cool!” Peter gushed. You both turned to look at Tony pleadingly before giving him puppy eyes. “Can we drive it? Pleaaaase?” You both begged. Tony smiled before nodding towards the kart.

“Have at it. Be careful, though. Only ride it on the track.” You and Peter cheered, climbing into the kart. You agreed that you would drive a lap around the compound and let Peter take a lap as well. The team smiled and went back inside when you sped off.

“WHOOOO!” You screamed, maneuvering the vehicle around the tracks, feeling the wind in your face and blowing through your hair. Peter couldn’t stop laughing silently at how fast you were going.

‘Y/n you’re gohohohoing too fahahahast!” He laughed, not really meaning it as he was having too much fun. You giggled loudly and screamed as you made a tight turn. “Ohohoho my gohohod!” He laughed, holding his stomach. You sped around the compound, reaching the back door where you left, slowing the kart to a stop.

“Okay, your turn.” You panted, a permanent smile attached to your face. Peter hopped out and went to the driver’s seat and you buckled up in the passenger’s. Peter grinned before speeding off, your back pressed against the seat and you began to giggle in nervous excitement. You squealed as Peter made many sharp turns and purposely pressed the brakes a few times you make you jerk forward. “Hey!!” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder as he chuckled and sped on. You were laughing so much by the time Peter’s lap was finished and you both panted as you sat breathless in the car.

“Imagine playing Mario Kart in real life with these?” Peter chuckled. “We’d die in the first lap.” You giggled and nodded, fixing your hair from it being all messy from the wind.

“That was so fun though.” You sighed. Peter agreed and you both sat there to catch your breaths before parking the kart in the garage and going inside. Tony and Steve were there when you entered, probably keeping in eye on you two when you were driving.

“How’d it go? You guys had fun?” Tony smirked. You both nodded and thanked him for getting the kart and you made your way upstairs. Peter went to his room to take a nap, even though it was only 12:15. You went to check up on Wanda, since you’d always go see what she was doing every once in a while.

You peeked through her door and found her laid down on her bed and watching a movie. “Hey Wanda!” You greeted and jumped up on her bed.

“Hey! Whatcha doing?” She smiled, pulling you into a hug.

“Just checking up on you. I’m kinda bored.” You chuckled, looking at the tv screen. “What are you watching?” You ask as she turns the volume down just a bit.

“Back to the future. It’s almost over, i think it needs like 20 more minutes. It’s a pretty good movie.” You hummed, nodding as you decided to just watch the rest with her. You’ve heard of that movie in school but you never really got around to watching it. The guy was kinda cute though.

“When this is done, do you wanna put some face masks on? I got a new jade roller.” You asked. Wanda smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. We can ask Nat and Pepper if they want to have a spa day with us. You smiled at the thought of all the girls just relaxing and having a self care day. When the movie ended, you hopped out of the bed and went to ask Nat and Pepper to join while Wanda set up the stuff in the spa room in the basement. Nat agreed to go but Pepper had a meeting in an hour so she couldn’t make it. “I’m so sorry Honey, this week has been so busy for me and a spa day would be just what I need to take off all this stress but unfortunately I can’t today.” She said, caressing your head apologetically and walking away. You assured her it was fine and not to worry about it.

Once you, Wanda, and Nat were down in the basement applying your masks, Clint came halfway down the stairs, calling for Nat. “Nat? You down here?”

Nat called him over and when he came down and saw you three, he started to chuckle. “Whohohoa. What’s thahat on your face?” He pointed at your masks. You and Wanda had on sheet masks while Nat had a clay mask on. Nat rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

“What did you need, Clint?” She sighed, ignoring his snickers.

“Naw, I was just looking for you so I could see what you were doin’ and possibly annoy you.” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. You smiled tightly, not wanting to mess up for mask.

“Well, It’s working.” She chuckled, causing you and Wanda to giggle. It was Clint’s turn to roll his eyes. You sat up a bit from your reclined chair and looked up at him.

“Why don’t you join us? You wanna try on a mask?” You asked, with hope in your eyes. Clint chortled and shook his head immediately.

“Nooo thanks. I’m good.”

“But It’s good for your face and it’ll have you feeling so soft.” You drawled out, hoping to get him to give in. “Please? You’ll love it.” You pouted, bringing out your puppy eyes.

Clint shook his head at you fondly for a moment before sighing. “Fine, I’ll humor you. I’ll only do this because I got nothin’ else to do.” He said, taking a seat on the fourth recliner. You smiled widely and got up to help him get one on. “Would you like a clay mask, or a sheet mask?” You asked. ‘I’ll have whatever Nat has.” He waved dismissively. You grinned and took out the clay mask.

“Clay mask it is!”

Whether he admit it or not, Clint was totally enjoying the mask. You could tell by how he couldn’t stop touching his face for the next few hours, gushing about how his face felt so hydrated and soft.

“Here, touch my face. It’s so soft!”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“But just touch my face and see.”

“I’m not touching your face, Clint.”

A few hours had passed, it was about 4:45 and most of the team was down in the gym and Wanda and Vision had gone out to the park. Peter was still napping, surprisingly, maybe to go-kart ride had taken a lot out of him. You were getting sleepy too, and after raiding the pantry and eating a whole bunch of snacks, you passed out on the couch.

Tony came upstairs from his lab feeling a bit hungry. He went to get his favorite cookies from the pantry but they were nowhere to be found. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking that maybe he had misplaced them, but after searching the whole kitchen, he lifted up the trash bin to find the small box of cookies, empty. His jaw dropped and he looked around to find the culprit. And there you were, passed out on the couch with wrappers of other snack on the coffee table. He sighed deeply, narrowing his eyes at you. “This little minx!” He growled, shaking his head at you incredulously.

You woke up to fingers poking harshly at your belly and you stirred awake, giggles catching up in your throat. You heard someone calling for your attention but it wasn’t until you were more awake that you realized someone was waking you up. You looked up and saw that it was Tony, poking your belly while wearing a serious face. “Hey! Did you eat all my snacks? Huh?” He asked, raising his brows at you expectantly. Your eyes widened as you realized what you did and you started to giggle nervously. This only confirmed Tony’s theory as he chuckled dryly. “Ohh, I knew it!” He began to scribble his blunt fingers into the middle of your belly, making you burst out into hysterical giggles.

“Baha! Tohohohony!” You whined, turning over on your belly to avoid his hands. Tony just saw an opportunity to sit on your back and scratch behind your ribs. You scream and kick your legs out in defeat, not being able to see Tony’s smug smirk behind you.

“I had my name on the and everything, and you just completely ignore that!” He says as he raises his hands in frustration before standing up to turn you around, straddling you again. Your laughter turns desperate when he slips his hands under your arms. “And that’s not even the worst part!” He starts, lifting up your shirt and scribbling on your bare sides. He smiles a bit at your loud squeal. “The worst part is that I just got them this morning! I didn’t get a chance to get one!”

“IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!” You laughed, kicking out your legs at the feeling of his fingers digging into your sensitive sides. You tried to pry his hands off your torso but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them under his knees. “NOHOHOHO!” You squeaked. Tony chuckled before leaning down and rubbing his beard all over your belly, especially on the sensitive spot under your belly button. You shrieked before letting out loud belly laughter, the inability to defend yourself making the sensations worse. “STOHOHOP I CAHAHANT TAKE IHHIT!” You cackle, shaking your head tiredly. Tony smirked and blew a final raspberry on your belly, basking in the sound of your child-like scream.

You let out helpless giggles as he rubbed his beard on your belly one last time before looking down at you expectantly. “Are you gonna steal my snacks again?’ You giggled, pretending to think. “I mean... probably.” You smiled sheepishly, giggling at Tony as he rolled his eyes and got off of you. “Whatever.”

You sat up, holding your stomach and called out to him. “I’m just being honest! Knowing me and the fact that I’m probably gonna live here forever, I doubt this would be the last time I eat your snacks.” You shrug. Tony knew it was true too, but he continued to feign annoyance while he walked out of the living room.

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It was starting go get late, The team had gone to their rooms, and you and Peter were having a sleepover in your room. The tv was playing a movie in the background and you and him were talking about the future,

“What do you want to be doing in 5-10 years?” You asked Peter. He was sprawled out next to you on the mattress and staring at the ceiling. There was silence before he spoke up.

“I don’t really know actually, I mean, with my powers, I don’t have many other obligations that to protect the city. I think I’ll still be living here too. Helping the team. All I know is that I want to help people. Whatever form that takes, I’m willing to do it.” You hummed, smiling a bit. “You? Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

You thought for a moment, tracing patterns on the ceiling with your eyes. “I wanna help people too. I know I don’t really have any powers or enhancements, like my brother, but I would want to help people as much as I can like, starting my own charity organization to help the poor. But I wanna do it right, and make sure that the money is actually going toward their causes. I want to help children in remote places to get an education and teach them that they can do anything, no matter what their situation is. That would be my dream job.” You turned to look at him with a smile. He smiled softly at you and nodded slowly.

“That’s an awesome plan, y/n.” You thanked him and you both turned to look at the ceiling again. “Hey, would Tony put a skylight in here if you asked him?” He smirked. You grinned and and sat up.

“Probably! That would actually be really cool! But then I wouldn’t be able to block out the light in the mornings when I want to sleep in and avoid school.” You said with a lopsided grin. Peter laughed and shrugged.

“Welp, you gotta give some to get some.” He said, getting under the covers and turning his attention to the tv. You shrugged nodding and getting in bed as well. You both watched the movie in silence until it ended, you, almost falling asleep and having to stay up on gummy bears and sprite. Peter had no problem staying awake since he had that long ass 5 hour nap. You really regret telling Peter to wake you up if you fall asleep. “Wake up, sleepy head!” He teased, grabbing your head with both hands, shaking it like a snow globe; gently of course.

You giggled sleepily and let your eyes droop. You were having a Star Wars marathon and taking advantage of being able to sleep late since tomorrow was Sunday. You really wanted to stay awake but it was hard.

“Would you like me to body slam you? To wake you up?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face. You sucked your teeth and pushed him off the bed with a giggle. He made a loud thud as his body hit the floor. “Excuse me?” He said, giving you a bewildered look. You instantly regretted your actions as you put your hands in front of you defensively.

“Peter... I’m sorry.” You tried to apologize but he quickly got up and ripped the covers off you. You yelped, rolling off the bed and standing on the opposite side. He jumped on the bed to cross it and get to you but you ran out of the way and So began the big chase. You couldn’t take this out into the halls because most of the team was already asleep, so you both ran in circles around your room, running over your bed and around your hanging chair and such. You were in a fit of nervous giggles as you dodged him again and again.

It was when you tried to jump your bed again when he caught up to you, tackling you onto the bed. You yelped and pushed at his shoulders but with his super strength, he wasn’t moving an inch. He held your wrists in one hand and smirked at you. “I bet you’re wide awake now, huh.” He grinned, a playfully predatory glint in eyes before holding your wrists to your chest. He decided to attack one of your worsts ticklish spots; your hips. You bit you lip as you squealed loudly, flopping around desperately, laughing your heart out. Peter grinned evily and let go of your wrists to grab your legs. Your stomach dropped and you gasped in fear as you started to violently kick your legs, begging Peter not to get your feet. He chuckled and turned around to look at you, a mischevious smirk on his features. “You’re gonna have to keep it down, y/n, you wouldn’t wanna wake anyone up, would you?” He teased, wiggling his brows at you.

“Nohohoho Peter plehehehease! Don’t get my feeeeet!” You squeaked, pulling at your legs but he had a death grip on them. Peter ignored your pleas and mercilessly scribbled his nails in the soles of your feet. You screamed, squeezing your hands over your mouth to muffle the sound of your hysterical laughter. You rolled your upper body around on the bed, making Peter laugh and scratch under your toes. Like a reflex, you brought your arms down and screamed, startling Peter. He opened his mouth in shock, listening for any footsteps leading to your room. You instantly brought your hands to your mouth again and you and Peter stared at each other for a minute before bursting out in giggles.

“If we get in trouble, it’s all on you.” You giggled, pushing at his shoulder. He chuckled and shook his head, pointing at you.

“You, owe me for pushing me off the bed. I didn’t even get to get my proper revenge on you.” He raised his brow, poking your side. You flinched and sighed in relief, the both of you getting back into bed and pulling the covers up to your chests. Seconds later Peter gasped and turned to you. “Someone’s coming!” He whispered and you both got in positions, pretending to be asleep. A second later, a groggy Bucky opened the door to your room, looking around. He saw you both sleeping so he walked over to your bed to grab the remote and turn off the tv for you, before going back to his room.

When he left, you both began to snicker and sigh in relief before deciding to not risk getting caught again and finally go to sleep.

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dakotahiggins-blog1 · 5 years

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We were supposed to go sailing with a family friend, and right beforehand, the friend broke his leg! Needless to say, the entire trip was off. For them, not us. We continued on with…

No plans. No reservations. No…really

I knew there’d be pros and cons to seeing a country this way. On one hand, it allows for more freedom. On the other hand, I probably spent entirely too much time scrolling Booking.com or Airbnb on my iphone for places to sleep that night. Must-haves: good reviews, A/C, Wi-Fi, preferred Superhost, location, location, location.

If you’re going from Hungary to Croatia, you have a few transportation options:

Rent a car with a v high one-way drop free (unless you plan on going back to Budapest)

Hire a car & driver for a high fee

Take a train (that wasn’t running the day we left because of a public holiday)

Take a bus

Day 1

We left Budapest at 10:30am on a FlixBus (booked day-of!) for about €20/passenger. Now I’m not a traveler that typically gravitates towards the public bus systems of central Europe, but this one didn’t disappoint mostly because it was half full, clean, and came with a view…and because the bus driver let me off to get a banana because HUNGER PAINS. With a border crossing consisting of 25 minutes, the total drive was ~5 hours. That’s 5 episodes of GoT. All good in my book.

Once at the Zagreb bus station, t’was time to hail a cab to the airport so we could rent a car and be on our way. (So let’s rewind and count: that’s 1 cab to the Budapest bus station, 1 bus ride to Croatia, 1 cab to Zagrab airport just to get to the rental car. PHEW). I wasn’t in the Volkswagen for 5 minutes before I went the wrong way down a one-way while stopping traffic everywhere. Then Google Maps took us the scenic route which was the definition of backroads if I’ve ever seen ’em – tractors, horseback, cyclists, greenery, and loooots of wide open land. Honestly, it looked a lot like Arkansas. I immediately felt right at home

After another 2 1/2 hour drive with a pitstop at Cowboy Western Ranch for lunch (if you’re doing this route, you must stop here and get the Texas Burger. Just do it. Not because it’s good, but because it’s a monstrosity and funny when you’re sleep deprived. Plus, it’s like you’re in Texas but you’re in Croatia. It’s weird).

Stay

Around 8pm we finally rolled into Ethno Houses Plitvica Selo. It’s not perfect (rude creaky floors), but I’d stay here again for its location in the heart of Plitvice Lakes National Park and extremely close proximity to Entrance 3. While you can’t purchase entrance tickets to the national park at Entrance 3 (big question mark here), the hotel offers to do it for you – alleviating you of getting back in the car and driving to Entrance 1 or 2. *Raises hand*

Day 2

Explore the gems of Plitvice Lakes National Park

Breakfast at the hotel

All day exploration of Plitvice Lakes National Park. Note: You walk here, there’s no driving, and you also can’t swim. I’m sure it’s for safety/sustainability reasons, but the waters are crazy inviting. Near the entrances, there’s food/water/ice cream stations. Stock up on water! Beware of the circus during the hours from 10am – 6pm. I honestly can’t come up with too many other nature-derived experiences that have been *this* crowded. Once 6pm hit, it was insanely calm and beautiful.

Dinner at Ethno Houses Plitvica Selo

Shop my favorite pair of high-waisted pocket leggings (pictured below)

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Ethno Houses Plitvica Selo

Day 3

More Plitvice Lakes National Park + Travel Day

Breakfast at the hotel

Morning exploration of Plitvice National Park. Here’s a favorite spot of mine:

In front of the Big Waterfall is a staircase. Go up the stairs and at the top, walk right. You’ll find a road. Walk for about 2-3 minutes until you see a wooden bridge. Turn right after the bridge onto a path and walk for 1-2 minutes until coming to a lookout point. STUNNING!

Around noon, head towards Split (or Krka National Park on the way to Split)!

Dinner in the Old Town Harbor while the best people-watching unfolds before your eyes for some gold nighttime entertainment.

Stay

Marasovica Apartments – highly recommend based on location (5 minute walk to Old Town), communication, price and terrace views!

Day 4

Explore Split!

Wander the many historic alleyways and dig deep. Get lost. Eat at any gelato stand. Twice. Maybe three times. Take too many photos of 4th century Diocletian’s Palace. Head towards Marjan for a 550-ft high hill forested with cypress and Mediterranean pine trees – a perfect spot to hike off the questionable decisions from the day before.

Fig Split for dinner (or all meals because it’s *that* good)

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Marasovica Apartments

Day 5

Island Day!

We went back and forth between hiring a private sailboat for the day or taking a small passenger speed boat to neighboring islands. Ultimately, we chose the speed boat because it allowed us to go further, see more AND get dropped off at Hvar that evening. We booked the tour the afternoon before down at the Old Town Harbor where many tours are on offer.

Komiža on Vis island

Stiniva Cove

Budikovac Island for snorkeling (lunch here)

Blue Cave

Hvar (we got off the boat and stayed on Hvar, although everyone else went back to Split)

Shop my easy breezy black sarong (pictured below)

Stay

DeVecchi Rooms in Hvar – This was one of my favorite hotels from Croatia due to the location, furnishings and outdoor space/view! We booked a Deluxe Double with balcony

Day 6

Langonini Beach Club

But first, coffee. Head right outside the hotel to Kava 37

Catch a small boat docked at the harbor (you can’t miss them) for the 15 minute journey

Just typing the name of this beach club makes me exhaleeeee. Laganini means “slowly” in Croatian, and it’s the exact vibe we encountered while there. A relaxing, no worries atmosphere, where water splashes and Balearic music make up the soundtrack. Note that there’s a spending minimum for bungalow use. We enjoyed a few cocktails and sushi mMmMm.

Leave on the last boat back to Hvar (6pm I believe, the same boat that took you over will pick you up) and wander into somewhere yummy for dinner. I’m not going to lie – we chose a very bad pizza spot so I can’t recommend!

Shop my Red Carter bikini top and bikini bottoms

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DeVecchi Rooms

Day 7

Travel day

But first, wake up and hike to the Spanjola Fortress for insanely beautiful views.

Breakfast at Fig Hvar

More options: St. Stephen’s Cathedral and Square, Hvar lavender fields, Sveta Nedjelja aka wine region! Red Plavac Mali grapes thrive here.

11am ferry back to Split (ferries are every hour and tickets can be bought at a booth near the docking point)

Find the rental car where you left it at the last hotel Drive to Dubrovnik. Realize that the drive from Split to Dubrovnik is insanely pretty. Cancel all plans to swim next to pirate ships and explore Bosnia.

Shop my Aritzia yellow one-piece

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In order to get to the southern portion of Croatia, one must pass into Bosnia and Herzegovina occupying just 12 miles of Adriatic coastline in the city of Neum, the 2nd shortest coastline in the world after Monaco…essentially cutting Croatia in two. There are a few other examples of geographically discontinuous countries, but this is definitely a rarity, and I hope you’ve enjoyed this geography lesson. Due to extremely late booking (around 4pm day-of!), options were minimal, especially good ones. We ended up booking at the Grand Hotel Neum, an extremely large hotel that I’d never recommend. Between feeling like cattle and the horrid buffet, I’ll sleep in my rental car next time… (kidding, sort of).

Day 8

Wake up very early to explore Bosnia & Herzegovina. This little country is super underrated. Having only spent 24 hours here, I’m sure there’s SO much we missed. Next Up: What to do for 24 Hours in Bosnia

Drive 2ish hours to Dubrovnik

Eat dinner at Horizont (recommended by host, yummy Mediterranean!)

Stay

Airbnb Stella Mia with a Sea View 2 – I highly recommend this Airbnb due to its size, location, price, and host. Fair warning: If you don’t like stairs, don’t stay here. Scratch that. If you don’t like stairs, don’t go to Croatia at all.

Day 9

Walk the Old Town, get lost in the alleyways and get your steps in on the steep staircases

Let the Game of Thrones tour commence (sorry not sorry)! It was fun, it wasn’t cheesy (not to me, at least!), and our tour was mixed in with lots of Dubrovnik history. 2-in-1, how good is that?! You can find times inside the Visitor’s Center near the Onofrio Fountain.

For everyone who said take the cable car: It was closed due to tax evasion. *EmBarRasSing*

Dinner at Pizzeria Tabasco (recommended by host b/c I had a pizza craving!)

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Airbnb Stella Mia with a Sea View 2

Day 10

Walk the City Walls as soon as they open (8am). Note: It’s HOT, even early.

Hydrate, eat somewhere yummy in Old Town, try to stop sweating

Take a ferry from the Old Harbor near the east gate (10 minutes) and relax on Lokrum Island for the day

Find the window cave (near station 5 and 6)

Take the 6pm ferry back

Walk to Buza Bar for sunset drinks (and cliff jumping if you dare). This hole-in-the-wall bar on the side of a cliff was so nice, we went twice!

Stay

Airbnb Stella Mia with a Sea View 2

The next morning, we flew to Slovenia. On my wish list for the following Croatia visit: Pula, Rovinj, Brac, Korcula and the Peljesac Peninsula!

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My No Sleep 5 Day Cusco Itinerary

By: Jessie Jolly, Social Media Scholarship Recipient Spring 2019, Global Entrepreneurship in South America

Day 1- Acclimate

On my first day here some of the girls from the uglobalentp program and I set out to explore the historic city of Cusco. We weaved our way through the streets becoming acquainted with what would be our new home for the next few days. Cusco has an elevation of 11,152’ and I knew I had some big hikes ahead of me the following days, so I choose to take it easy this day as an attempt to acclimate to the altitude. We did some horseback riding, saw the Saqsaywaman ruins, enjoyed some artisan ice cream (this had become a tradition for everywhere we travelled together), and played with alpacas and llamas in the streets.

Day 2- Machu Picchu

Day 2 our entire group went to Machu Picchu. The day started way too early in the lobby of our hotel. We needed to meet at 4:30am to start our journey to Machu Picchu that would consist of two busses and a train ride that equate to over six hours of travelling. Luckily the route is known as being one of the most beautiful in the world and we knew the destination was going to be well worth it.

Upon arriving to Aquas Calientes, we had a bit of time to explore the town before hopping on the shuttle that would take us up to the ruins. This allowed us to walk along the river and learn a little bit about the city that sits right at the base of it all.

The entire morning had been pretty cold, and rain was in the forecast, yet somehow we lucked out and were blessed with beautiful weather to tour this wonder of the world with. It was so neat to walk around and learn about the legends of the ruins and the Inca Empire. We were also told that the Machu Picchu is an energy vortex and that was a big reason why so many people would travel to it previously.

After our guide left, we all took some time to explore on our own and meditate for a bit before meeting at the train station for our long commute back to Cusco.

Day 3- Rainbow Mountain

After touring Machu Picchu the day prior, I went and visited the hot springs of Aquas Calientes. I had done this a few years prior when my mom and I backpacked Peru together, so I went to the hot springs in her honor. Thankfully I did because it was there that I met a group of British travelers who invited me to join them the next morning on a hike to Rainbow Mountain. I had been wanting to do this for years and had tried to reserve a tour for myself but ran into so trouble because of the lack of WiFi. I was so excited when I learned that they had an extra seat in their van and wanted me to join them.

This called for an early rising as well. I met at their hotel at 5:00am where we started our three-hour commute to the trail head. I loved talking to each of them on the car ride and learning more about what their ‘why’ for travelling was. One of my favorites was this Scottish man in his 60’s. Steve is his name. His youngest brother had been murdered when he was only 20 years old. Steve told me that he had committed to summit Mount Kilimanjaro in his brother’s honor. He has attempted the hike three different times now and has had to turn around each time because of altitude sickness. Mount Kilimanjaro is 5,895 meters and he has never been able to make it past 5,000m. Rainbow Mountain is 5,200m. It was so special to be able to hike along side of him and cheer him on as he approached 5,000 meters and then embrace him and cry with him at the top when he had made it to 5,200m. He carries a picture of his brother with him at all times and told me how he has traveled the world with him. He died too young to see the world, so Steve has made it his mission to see it for him. He plans on attempting Mount Kilimanjaro again now that he has finally successfully pushed himself beyond his elevation limit. It was one of the most inspiring encounters I had ever had.

Day 4- Lake Humantay

On day 4 I had planned to explore Lake Humantay. Another destination that had been on my bucket list for a while. Can you guess what time I needed to wake up for this excursion? That’s right, 3:30am again! With another three-hour commute. I was so exhausted from travelling, hiking, and an extreme lack of sleep from the previous days that it was really easy to just sleep the entire car ride to the trail head. We started this hike by hiking to a nearby village and sharing a meal with other hikers. Then it was only about an hour and a half hike up to the lake. Although it was shorter and a lower altitude then the hike, I had done the day prior, I found it to be a lot harder for some reason. During breakfast I met two sisters from Dubai. They noticed I was travelling alone and decided to take me under their wing. I loved hiking up with them and hearing about their adventures together and life in Dubai.

The hike up to the lake was breathtaking. I couldn’t keep my jaw closed because of how impressive the surrounding Andes mountains were. I thought it wasn’t possible to get any better than all of the colorful Peruvian guides that were hiking beside me, the majestic glaciers in front of me or the waterfalls flowing from each dip in the peaks everywhere I looked, but I’ll never forget the way I felt when I first laid my eyes on the lake. Yeah, I had seen photos of the lake prior, but I figured they were photoshopped and over saturated just like most nature tourism photos are. However, once I saw this in real life, I knew there was no need for anyone to over work a photo of it because it truly was just as beautiful, if not more beautiful, as all of the photos you see of it elsewhere. The mountains surrounding Machu Picchu are known to hold a special energy, but in my opinion, this location’s energy was more apparent.

At the end of the hike we regathered in the same house we had breakfast at and now shared lunch. During breakfast we all sat with some distance between us and kept to ourselves. However, our group who had once been a bit segregated previously was now acting like one big family. When you travel to places like this and share such special experiences, I think it is nearly impossible to leave without feeling a deeper connection with those you encountered it with. Not only did I get to see one of the most beautiful landscapes this day, but I made a ton of new friends from all over the world.

Day 5- Souvenirs

Hooray for day 5! Yes, I was so sad to be leaving Peru, but I was so happy to sleep beyond just a few hours. Day 5 was my recovery day. I slept in, packed and spent the day wandering the streets of Cusco shopping for souvenirs to bring home to family and friends. My friend Laurel and I stopped for some lunch at a little hole in the wall restaurant we found and liked it so much that we ordered a second meal to take with us on the plane.

A few lessons learned from this trip would be:

1- You can sleep when you’re older, just say yes!

2- Don’t be afraid to venture out on your own. You never know who you might meet.

3- Peruvian cuisine is just as worthy of being a world wonder as Machu Picchu. It’s so good!!

#jessieutahabroad #chile #utahabroad

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jessiejollytravels-blog · 5 years

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My No Sleep 5 Day Cusco Itinerary

Day 1- Acclimate

Day 2- Machu Picchu

Upon arrive to Aquas Calientes, we had a bit of time to explore the town before hopping on the shuttle that would take us up to the ruins. This allowed us to walk along the river and learn a little bit about the city that sits right at the base of it all.

After our guide left, we all took some time to explore on our own and meditate for a bit before meeting at the train station for our long commute back to Cusco.

Day 3- Rainbow Mountain

Day 4- Lake Humantay

Day 5- Souvenirs

Hooray for day 5! Yes, I was so sad to be leaving Peru, but I was so happy to sleep beyond a just a few hours. Day 5 was my recovery day. I slept in, packed and spent the day wandering the streets of Cusco shopping for souvenirs to bring home to family and friends. My friend Laurel and I stopped for some lunch at a little hole in the wall restaurant we found and liked it so much that we ordered a second meal to take with us on the plane.

A few lessons learned from this trip would be:

1- You can sleep when you’re older, just say yes!

2- Don’t be afraid to venture out on your own. You never know who you might meet.

3- Peruvian cuisine is just as worthy of being a world wonder as Machu Picchu. It’s so good!!

#utahabroad #peru #rainbowmountain #humantaylake #machupicchu #uglobalentp

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runwiththewolfes · 7 years

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Happy (Belated) Easter! 🐣

Wa-Wait... what?... Are you seeing things right? A family photo?..ALL of the Wolfès in one picture?..

Haha, don’t worry.. the world is not ending right now.. though I’ll admit it did feel like it, just to capture this photo! This Easter was a pretty big deal for us this year, being that Beau was born, Jozef is back home, my mother had just been in town and there were soo many caring neighbors, friends and folks of the community that had been sweetly curious as to how we have been doing and things like that! Garrett and I decided that we’d take a family photo, afterall it was the perfect chance right? So I thought..

The night before I always cook our Easter dinner so that way when we come home after attending Easter church service, where they had service followed by a play and an Easter egg hunt, we could come home later in the evening and strip down to our comfy clothes (or stay in our fancy clothes, depending on the mood) and dig in to eat! I’m known for my pies generally so I made a few Apple Tart pies to take to church, give to a few people and then one for us at home. The food preparations were all set and ready to go and all we had to do was get dressed and rock the day! I was so excited and set, you have no clue, I had made sure everyone’s clothes were out. I bought a new Easter dress and matching clothes for us all. The next morning was way more hectic than I had imagined. I timed everything all wrong, church started at 10am in the morning so I thought that if we woke up at 7:30am we’d be on-time since everyone had baths and showers the night before plus their hair all washed, clothes out as well. Oh boy, was I wrong.. We actually should have woken up at 6am on the dot and we possibly could’ve been walking through the doors at 10am.. or 10:15am.

I woke up and the house was so noisy, everyone talking loudly, laughter roaring through our hollow built house.. I could hear pots and pans banging together in the kitchen. What time was it? I had to check my clock, the sunlight was greatly shining it’s beautiful morning rays into the bedroom and the bed was empty besides the baby who was still somehow fast asleep through all of this madness. I had to check if he was breathing, a habit of mine, and then woke him up to get fed and changed as I looked over at the clock on the sideboard, still groggy from general tiredness and wiped my eyes out to re-read that again. 8:58am?! Ohhh no no noo, that’s crazy! I wouldn’t have time to make breakfast, brush my teeth, brush the littles’ teeth, comb my hair and the kids’, and get us all dressed and sitting in church by 10am! Argh, optimistic Rebekkah, stay optimistic. Right, I told myself I had this under control. 9:03am and a cranky baby who was woken up. Oh my goodness, move your tush!!

I slid out of bed in a long grey tshirt that belonged to my husband and looked down at myself, my breast area was all wet and soaked from going too long without feeding Beau, who has a mean sleep game and could sleep a whole day without waking to eat at all. Ugh, I was getting annoyed already at the fact that the house was awake like it was nearly lunch time and no one decided to wake me on the one day that I was speaking of all week long..(queue the stare at my soaked shirt).. not even the baby.

Time to get to business. I pulled the shirt off and lifted the fussy baby onto my breast, grabbed my life-saving Solly Baby Wrap, put it on and snuck into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and attempt my hair all the while breastfeeding before I was whirled into whatever mess they’d made of my lovely house.

I did as much as I possibly could for my hair and ‘makeup’ in such a small time frame, if you consider just a bit of eye makeup something, I went back into the bedroom to put on a little house dress and carried Beau into the front of the house with me where I couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw; Oisin and Jozef sitting on the couch laid back in their pjs laughing and talking while waving their hands about, the back door wide open and Apple, Oak and Sunshine were out in the backyard playing in mud which I knew by the muddy footprints on the patio, Aoife playing with her baby doll and changing it’s diaper, Liam and Garrett were no where to be found and the kitchen was a mess that looked like it was half-ass cleaned. I looked up at the stove. 9:32am.

“WHAT on EARTH is going on?!” I said in a fuming voice.

It took us about an hour and a half to get ready and into the car. The triplets had to take baths all over again, Garrett and Liam went out to get a fresh fruit salad... a fruit salad?! Forget breakfast at this point, I was full on agitation and felt like no one was helping to be productive. I think Zef took notice, he helped get the triplet bathed and into clothes (though not without a few tantrums from Apple) while Garrett and Liam showered from their run. I quickly put up the girls’ hair and combed through Liam’s and Oak’s. After quickly assuring that everyone looked at least semi-decent and putting the baby in his carseat, we piled into the SUV and off to church we went. It was 11:15am by the time we walked into the church doors, it was so crowded and there were people standing up to see the tail end of the play. We snuck into the back hoping that no one would notice us but we pretty much stood out and Sunshine was crying because she dropped a little flower she was holding but to be honest, the kids were all just hungry and we just had no time. It was all over within a few minutes and then the Easter egg hunt started and I had no choice but to allow them to eat a few of the treats in the egg because they hadn’t really eaten anything.

Later we walked up to the poppyfields that weren’t far from the church at all, with the tripod and camera to take some photos. Garrett insisted that we use a tripod instead of asking someone else to take them. It took sooo many tries to get one alright looking picture because it was either, no one looking at the camera, someone blinking, crying, talking, playing or all of the above. We were all hot and hungry so we grabbed a few more shots as best as we could and called it quits! Went home and ate every last bit of the food that I cooked up.

This week went by soo fast in this household! I thought I’d be able to get this post up on Monday but I got so caught up. I have a few posts to get up so don’t worry after this post I’m going to be making a post about what we’ve been up to and the story on how the kids reacted meeting their baby brother, whom I can’t believe is a month old! 4 weeks!

#us #shoots #jozef #oisin #aoife #liam #apple #sunshine #oak #beau

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youcouldonlybefree-blog · 7 years

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smoke signals.

You “Messenger” message me to inform me of two things:

1. I put my name in your phone as “Eric Kiss Me Moore” when we went drinking and dancing a few weeks ago (fuck).

2. You surmise I incorrectly entered my number in your phone, because you have received no responses from me.

You have been texting me? You are a model and actress with an Instagram that features you being artsy and nude. You are just objectively a babe. I am eating popcorn and watching Golden Girls in slip-on faux-leather dress shoes.

You ask me what I’m doing right now and where I live. Colloquially, this is a booty call. I think. This has never happened to me. Things like this do not happen to me. I send my address. You tell me to come to you. I have no problem with that.

Except that I am very terrified.

I panic. I ask Kylie what the fuck is happening. I tell her I haven’t had sex in almost a year, I haven’t felt truly intimate with anyone in year(s), and how I am only the most confident version of myself around you because it is clear you are undeniably cool and thus I should do my best to emulate said vibe.

I feel like a divorced mom who is like I can’t get back out there. Kylie is my teen daughter who is amused but earnestly supportive of my decision to continue seeking romance despite my heart’s mileage. Metaphorically, she tells me to put my heals on and get back out there.

So I’m in an Uber and I’m heading to you. Climbing up into celestial levels of Silverlake/Echo Park. I’m dropped off in front of an immense castle/stucco contraption. You let me in through a steel gate, wearing bleached Levi’s with a heart crookedly sewn into the butt. Your shirt is a flannel I would wear, most of the top buttons omitted. Hinting that fucking each other is a real thing that could happen.

You dash toward the back of the gargantuan foyer, crack open a sliding glass door. We step out to a flat balcony that looks like that Los Angeles view you’re supposed to envision whenever you picture California as an Iowan teen. Or that you arrive at in a movie. A party scene. Where you’d see it and spill your drink on someone important.

The lights. The hills. The pace of it. Definitively, you are there. It all bubbles around in a gorgeous dark blue/purple breed of evening mist that’s both pristine in focus and textured with blemishes.

We let the dog, Einstein, out because he is wining and he’s 18, which I guess is like hundreds of years old for a dog. I feign interest in him while you lead me back to your room, which is covered in art that reaches skyward while your bed hovers low.

We take two hours to remove our clothes, sip wine, open another bottle, sip more wine, gently begin exploring each other, all with the lights on. You say crazy things like I’m cute and you’ve liked me from afar for a long while. You’ve dug seeing me perform. You think I “weave words” well. You find me “so fucking cute” and say my glasses “fucking kill you.” I keep trying to take them off because I feel more like me without them, but you insist they make you want to do things to me.

My Mid-West heart keeps asking about you. Because I don’t know you and would like to. But you interrogate me on my decision to “leave all this.” I say no, really, tell me about your stuff.

You grew up fucked up and with a bad idea of love and you’re way happier since you’ve been in LA for a year. A few times you get condescending about the fact that you’re four years older than me. But then it’s also kind of hot. You say I’m worthy of love and that people would find me attractive, which I find bonkers.

As I get drunker I get more confident and I guess masculine. I toss you. Your smile and bite is vintage movie star meets best friend who wants you to be happy even though you’re going to different middle schools.

It’s a mammoth amount of time before we are actually having sex. You let me be gentle and then you get amped when I’m forceful too. We have sex with the one condom Kylie gave me. It was green. It still is.

At 4:22 a.m., you tell me it’s okay that I’m leaving Los Angeles. We can fuck each other for the next few weeks. Also, you need to be at work by 7:30am. We do that kiss and cuddle and get warm thing for a while, but then you start touching me and now we’re having sex without a condom. Which I’ve only just now thought about. Fuck.

In the morning you are in an apologetic rush and my head is London level foggy. Intensely hungover/underslept. This will be the first time I use a sick day for my job that I’ll be leaving in a few weeks anyway.

I kiss you while you put your clothes on, so much quicker than you shed them hours prior. You call your boss.

“Sorry, I know, I’m such a fuckup. I’m so sorry, this has happened so many times. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I literally shit my pants. No, not literally. I’m coming, okay? Sorry.”

The other line does not sound empathetic.

You leave and I am alone in this enormous house, save for the roommates who were asleep when I arrived. I hope they stay asleep for the seven minutes my Uber will take.

I stand on the roof and look out onto the morning. High in the (east) Hollywood Hills, pretending, harmlessly, that it’s my perch.

Back at my apartment, which is low to the ground, lower than the freeway, I guzzle aspirin and water. I can only sleep for an hour.

I wake up and buy a pack of cigarettes, smoke one of them, throw the rest away. I drive to bungalow. [sic] on Larchmont and order a large tuna melt with seasoned potatoes. Ginger lemon tea on the side.

I tell the purple and green-haired barista girl I dig her hair and she smiles. On the porch to the side of the restaurant, I inhale my food and keep my sunglasses on, partially for the headache, partially because it feels fun to feel furtive, and, most pragmatically, on the off chance my boss eats here for a brunch and spies me not being sick.

I am not ill. I had a good evening and morning. I feel intrigued by the version of myself I’ve been. Mixed with feeling disappointed about all the drinking and the lack of sleeping and the missing work and the spending money.

No, I don’t feel bad. Am trying not to. I tell myself this is fine and this is Los Angeles and this is youth. I’m unsure of what else to say to me.

#los angeles #dumb blog #evening #bootycallprose #prose

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