#i’m going on vacation tomorrow so thursday i took a test to be sure before traveling
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Unmasked
When stress, jealousy, and fears boil over, it doesn’t matter if it’s the right time or place...
Pairing Yunho, Mingi, unnamed fem character, established poly relationship
Content warnings: A little bit of angst to start with, carrying over from unresolved issues from the last section. Oral sex (fem receiving), slight hair pulling, possessiveness, unprotected sex, slightly rough, marking, multiple orgasms, over stimulation.
The whole week had been strained, and it was going to drive the boys crazy. She had been standoffish since the incident on Friday, and at first they could write it off to how busy they had all been. They all had tests this week in more than one of their classes, so the fact that she was studying more, well, it wasn’t unexpected. But by the time she stayed at the library until it closed for the third night in a row, they suspected she was trying to avoid spending as much time with them.
She came home every night, slipping into their shared bed after a shower. It had become a sort of habit for her to take the middle of the bed, letting both the boys take a side each, letting them stretch out both across her and into the spaces her smaller form left at the foot of the bed. But the few times that she slipped off to bed before them, she instead slid herself off to one side, quickly trying to go to sleep before the boys could join her.
When Yunho finally brought it up that Thursday while they had a quick breakfast before heading to their classes, she waved it off, saying that she was just tired this week and he was just reading too much into it.
“I’m not sure I am going to make it to lunch today though,” she said, taking the last bite of her bagel before pushing away from the table. “I have my last test tomorrow and I still have things I need to study for it.”
“You can take a little break and eat something with us,” Yunho sighed.
“I really have to study,” she sighed, gathering her stuff near the door. “Things will get better soon, though, I promise.” She walked back to the boys, giving them kisses on their cheeks before rushing out the door.
“She’s avoiding us isn’t she,” Mingi asked the other boy glumly.
“Yeah,” Yunho sighed. “I think she might be mad at us but…”
“But what did we do?” Mingi asked, a worried frown knitting his forehead.
“It’s my fault,” Yunho shook his head, taking his dishes to the sink. “This all started with what happened with Hong Joong.”
“But it turned out okay,” Mingi insisted. “Hong Joong seems okay and he hasn’t said anything. He’s nice and he hasn’t been treating us weird or anything.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess she is just trying to push us about just being friends in public. We never did really decide on that whole thing.”
“She is sort of deciding for us,” Mingi agreed. “But it was just going to be outside and,” he paused. “I miss having time with all of us.”
“Me, too,” Yunho pulled the other boy into a hug, holding him for a moment before they parted and prepared to leave.
Saturday came quickly with the hustle and bustle that filled the week. Everyone picked up their costumes when they had a spare moment. Yunho and Mingi would be puppies and she would be a kitty. The costumes were simple, but it was what they had available and they had all liked the inside joke of being different but the same. We’re all animals in the end, right?
Yunho had gotten a golden retriever onesie, Mingi a black and white husky, and she had chosen a calico cat one. They all looked adorable, they decided, getting the first real smile they could remember out of her that week as they dressed. They headed off together to Whitby Residence at a little after six, when Hong Joong had said the party was going to start. They made their way to north campus, passing others dressed for the holiday and ready to party.
They came to the front door of the large house, giving it a hard knock to ensure the sound would rise above the chatter and music they could already hear, even from outside. The door opened to reveal a happy and smiling Hong Joong who greeted all of them with enthusiastic hellos and warm hugs. He brought them inside and took them to the large shared living room, already half filled with the guests and residents of the house. He introduced them to a few people, all of whom waved and greeted the newcomers warmly before going back to what they were talking about when they had arrived.
Yunho and Mingi moved to take seats on the empty space on the couch, leaving room between them for her to sit, but, to their disappointment, she instead chose to take the old wooden dining chair stuffed near the end of the couch. It had been placed there to add seating and make sure there would be enough for everyone they expected to come eventually. The boys shared a glance and scooted closer to each other, closing the space, so they wouldn’t take up more of the couch than needed.
One of the residents joined them, making small talk as new people came and music played. It was still early and the party was just getting started. She was a pre-veterinary student who loved animals more than anything; one reason she had come to compliment their adorable costumes. Her name was Anne, but insisted on being called Annie, and was so happy to have someone to gush over how smart and amazing animals are.
“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here!” The voice came from a guy who was making his way into the living room from the bedroom areas upstairs.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were staying here,” She said, standing to greet him with a brief hug. Both boys’ eyes snapped to look at her, hoping to know who he was and why she knew him.
“How do you think the test went yesterday?” He asked, sitting on the end of the coffee table near her.
“Oh, pretty well I guess,” she laughed and shrugged.
“It better have, the number of hours we spent in the library studying,” he teased. “And I think I did okay too, but I’ll wait to see what grade I get before declaring myself a success story.”
“That’s probably smart,” she agreed. “Don’t count your chickens and all.”
“Anyway, how did you come to be here?” He asked, putting a hand on her arm as he asked, sending alarm bells through Mingi and Yunho.
“I came with my roommates,” she gestured to the two boys, removing her arm from his touch as she did. “Hong Joong is in chemistry with Yunho so they’ve been studying together a lot.”
“Okay, that explains the costumes,” he laughed. “It’s really cute that you all dressed up together.” He turned towards the two boys, extending his hand to Yunho first, who was sitting nearest to her on the end of the couch. “I’m Joshua.”
“Yunho,” he said, taking the offered hand and shaking it.
“Mingi,” the other said in turn as Joshua then gave him his hand.
“Nice to meet you both,” He said with a smile. “So how did you all meet? In the dorms or…?”
“No, we've been friends since high school,” she shook her head. “But we all decided to go to the same school so we got a place together off campus.”
“Nice, nice,” Joshua complimented. “That is really cool. So you all are just friends…” he fished, pausing just long enough for anyone to object before continuing, “That’s great. Did you want a tour? I can take you to get something to drink if you want.” The invitation was clearly only for her. She looked to the boys and gave them a what’s the harm sort of shrug before standing up with a nod. The boys stared after her, not sure if they had the right to object, but they certainly didn’t feel right about it either way.
“Don’t worry,” Annie said next to them with a comforting smile. “Josh is super nice.”
“I’m sure,” Yunho said, keeping his eyes on the pair as he took her around the room as they slowly headed towards the kitchen.
“She’s like your sister, isn’t she?” Annie asked, giving Mingi a playful tap with her elbow.
“What do you mean?” Mingi asked, giving her a lost, blank look.
“You both seem really protective of her,” she explained with an understanding smile. “She’s like your sister and you want to protect her, but don’t worry. Josh is nice. He’s actually been talking about her a lot this week. She’s apparently really smart and really good with the material from the philosophy class they are both taking.”
“They’ve been studying for that together a lot, huh?” Yunho asked, hoping they would come out of the kitchen soon.
“Yeah,” Annie nodded. “He was out at the library like most of the nights this week. The material must be really hard, he doesn’t usually have to study this hard to get good grades. I am sure he is really grateful for her help.”
“Our girl is really smart,” Yunho commented, a knot of doubt forming in his stomach. Hong Joong came bounding down the stairs, another guy following closely behind, laughing at something the other had said just before they appeared. Hong Joong spotted the two boys sitting on the couch and headed their direction.
“Hey I wanted you guys to meet my roommate,” Hong Joong took the seat that she had vacated and the other boy, a tall statuesque blond with the body of a model, stood beside him, his hand resting on the back of the chair. “This is Seonghwa. Seonghwa, this is Yunho and Mingi. I think you guys have a lot in common. Yunho is who I’ve been helping with chemistry this week.”
“Oh,” Seonghwa nodded, from his tone, it was obvious that the subject had come up over the past week more than once. “Well nice to meet you. Hong Joong has said so many nice things about you.”
“Has he?” Yunho blushed, wondering what Hong Joong could possibly have said about him.
On the other side of the room they heard her laugh as she and Joshua reemerged from the kitchen, drinks in hand. Much to both Mingi and Yunho’s dismay, they headed upstairs together, rather than rejoining them.
“Oh, do you guys know Josh, too?” Hong Joong asked, following their gaze as he disappeared up the stairs with her.
“That is his study buddy this week,” Annie filled in for them.
“Ahhhh,” both Hong Joong and Seonghwa responded, the information obviously filling in something for them.
“What?” Mingi finally asked everyone else, wanting to be let in.
“Oh he’s just been having a lot of fun studying with her,” Hong Joong waved the question away with a smile. “Apparently it’s his favorite class now. He’s had nothing but glowing praise for her this whole week.”
“He thought he was going to hate that class,” Seonghwa laughed, sending a look to Hong Joong. “And, pardon me if it's rude to say, but he probably had good reason to. It is the second time he has had to do that class since he failed it the first time. That is what happens when you don’t bother to do the homework or study because you hate the material.”
“Ouch, but true,” Annie tipped her nearly empty glass at her two housemates.
“Anyway, she seems to have gotten him to be interested in the class, so he probably owes her a lot for getting him half way through one of the required courses he needs for next year,” Seonghwa complimented them with a smile. Mingi and Yunho smiled back, even as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats, wishing they could go upstairs to check on her and her new friend.
Another knock on the door had Hong Joong bounding towards it, happy to let in the new guest who was just arriving. He opened the door, greeting whoever it was with a happy yelp. He came back in, arm around the waist of another tall and beautiful man whose face lit up when he saw Seonghwa. Seonghwa, for his part grinned, getting up to give the newcomer a hug and a long, loving kiss on the lips in greeting. Mingi stared, surprised to see the two greet each other in such an open and shameless manner in front of so many people. Beside them Annie cooed, declaring them to be the cutest couple ever as Hong Joong stepped back, taking the wooden seat again, flashing a grin to Yunho and Mingi.
Ah, this is why he wanted them to come and meet some of his friends, they had a lot in common, he had been sure. Yunho looked at Mingi whose jaw was still slightly ajar in surprise. He elbowed him to bring him back to his senses, briefly patting his thigh reassuringly. See, Yunho’s expression said, not everyone thinks that way. Mingi gave him a chagrined smile, scooting just a little closer to him. They almost didn’t notice when she came back down stairs, a new book under her arm, with Joshua behind her. They were chatting and smiling as they walked over and Yunho desperately wanted to get up and move between them but held back.
Then, he did it; a few feet before they moved into the circle of the group Joshua put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his side. She looked up, her eyes widening before she pulled away from him with an apologetic smile. Mingi stiffened half a second before standing up and asking Hong Joong, “Where is the bathroom?”
“Uh, upstairs,” he answered, his gaze traveling between Mingi and Yunho as he answered. Yunho’s mouth had narrowed into a tight line as Mingi stomped off, grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs before anyone could get out any words of protest. Excusing himself, Yunho stood up and calmly followed them upstairs.
Everyone watched him disappear up the stairs before turning to look at Hong Joong and Joshua, silently asking them for answers. Josh looked as baffled as the rest of them and Hong Joong only managed a shrug and, a muttered, They have a complicated relationship, I think.
Mingi pulled her into the bathroom before closing the door behind him with a little more force than intended. The slam rang through the small room followed by a pregnant silence filled by Mingi’s panting breath.
“Mingi I’m sorry--” was all she managed to get out before a knock rang out at the door.
“It’s me,” said Yunho quietly. “Let me in.” Mingi opened the door, letting him into the small space before pulling Yunho against it, using their combined bodyweight to close the door as he kissed his lips with a quick, hungry desperation. Yunho’s fingers went to the key in the door, locking it securely before putting his hands on Mingi’s waist, holding him against himself.
Mingi pulled back and turned on her. With a quick move, he lifted her off her feet, bringing her legs around his hips as he leaned in to kiss her with all the frustration that had been building in him over the last week. All of his feelings were finally coming out. The pain, confusion, the frustration that had been filling him, drop by drop with every late night she studied, and every time Yunho sat across from him at their lunches and not beside him, and every morning she rushed out with barely a goodbye, and every evening Yunho could only meet him with a sad half smile as they ate dinner without her.
“Are you mad at me?” He asked, pulling his lips away, but letting his forehead rest against hers as he spoke.
“No, no,” she shook her head, speaking barely above a whisper.
“Then why are you punishing me,” Mingi’s voice broke as he asked, barely able to squeeze out the words.
“I’m not--” she started, cutting herself off as she had to admit, intended or not, she had been. “I just needed a little time. I’ve been busy and I needed to think about things.”
“What did you need to think about,” Yunho asked, still leaning against the bathroom door. “What did you need to think about that kept you out until the library kicked you out? What did you need to think about that made you turn away when you were going to sleep? What could possibly--” He stopped, squeezing his eyes closed to hold back the prickling threat of tears.
“I needed to think about if I was good for either of you,” she turned away from both of them as much as she could, still being held in Mingi’s arms as he stood near the sink. “If I was just a crutch that you used to justify being together...Maybe you don’t really need me but you’re both just...used to me being around.”
The room went silent. She held her breath, finally having let her deepest fear slither out of her mouth. When neither of them said anything, she pushed at Mingi’s shoulders, trying to get out of his grip so she could leave. Feeling that her worst fears were being confirmed.
“Let me go,” she pushed harder, panic welling in her chest.
“No,” Mingi said finally, one arm moving around her back to pull her against him.
“Let me down,” she sniffled, though her hands grabbed the fabric of his costume, holding it tightly as she said it. Yunho stepped forward, hugging her between them as his long arms encircled them both.
Neither of the boys had expected that from her. Though neither of them had said it, both had feared that she had gotten tired of them. That they had become too much trouble to be with. The secrets, the insecurities that too often arose whenever it wasn’t just the three of them at home, maybe it was all too much. Moving in together was supposed to make it easier, but it had just brought a new host of issues with it. But it had seemed like it never even phased her. She was always strong, always the first one to say that they would find a way to work it out.
“I’m so sorry,” Yunho breathed into her hair, tucking his head in on one side as Mingi did the same on the other.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Mingi asked, his chest tight.
“Say what?” She asked in a small, watery voice. “Am I a mistake? Are you sure you love me?”
“We’ve missed you so much,” Yunho whispered against her neck, kissing it lightly.
“Are you sure?” She asked, closing her eyes and letting a few warm tears fall.
“We need you,” Mingi insisted, pressing his face into her shoulder. Yunho’s hands pulled them both towards him, pressing all their bodies together as a desperate need came over him. This wasn’t the time or the place but, frankly, he didn’t care. His skin hurt with need and his hands itched to touch both of them. He turned to look at the door. He had locked it, but he needed to check, one time, just to be sure, before anything went any further.
He let them go and stepped to the door, jiggling the handle of the door a couple of times. Assured that it was secure, he turned around to see the two people he loved, still standing, holding each other.
“Mingi, will you help me show our girl how much we need her?” Yunho put his hands on her hips as he asked. Mingi nodded, a spark igniting in his eyes as their gazes met over her shoulder. “Here,” Yunho took her out of Mingi’s arms and put her on the small counter space there was beside the sink. It was almost the perfect height, he thought to himself, walking in between her spread thighs as he drew her into a kiss. She let out a little oh of surprise as he pressed his lips to hers, holding her head still between his hands. He ate at her mouth, stealing her breath as he bit at her lips. A small part of him wanted her to hurt like he had the past week. He knew she had too, but he needed to let it out, make sure she understood what it had all done to him.
He let go of her lips, his hand gripping her hair and moving her head to the side to expose her neck. His mouth moved to the flesh he had laid bare, his tongue licking over the pulse there. Yunho’s lips sealed over it, sucking the softness into his mouth and drawing a little breathless mewl from her lips. His teeth closed over it, not hard, but enough to leave a little ring of teeth marks around the pink spot in the center.
Pulling back, he looked at her, a blank look on her face with her eyes closed and her jaw hanging slack. “Too hard?” He asked breathlessly. She shook her head slightly, unable to move much with the grip he was still maintaining on her hair. “Mingi,” he beckoned to the other boy in the small space. “Come help me get our kitten out of her clothes.”
Mingi came to stand beside him quickly. Together they unzipped the costume, sliding the cheap fabric off her shoulders and arms so that it pooled around her hips. She was wearing a small white t-shirt under the costume, which Mingi impatiently pulled over her head, leaving her bare on the top except for her bra.
“Lift her up,” Yunho instructed, taking hold of the costume, pair of shorts, and panties, determined to remove them all at once. Mingi lifted her enough so that her weight no longer pinned the fabric between her and the counter, allowing the other boy to pull it down to her thighs before he put her down again. Yunho dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling everything off, along with her shoes, and tossed them out of the way.
His hands went to her knees, spreading her thighs and exposing her womanhood to his gaze. “Kiss her,” he commanded. “Make sure she isn’t too loud.”
Mingi nodded, turning her head to face him where he stood at the end of the counter in the space between it and the toilet. Her eyes were dazed and only half open as Mingi leaned in, his soft, plush lips meeting hers in a soft brush of skin. Yunho pulled her forward on the counter until he could reach her. Kissing his way along the inside of her thighs, he looked up to watch as Mingi took her lips, matching his movements to the other boys, starting with gentle brushes and soft pecks. When Mingi finally gave in, licking along her bottom lip, begging to deepen his kisses, Yunho used the tip of his tongue to lick a light stripe up her other lips, tasting the slick arousal that was already flowing from her body at their attentions.
She moaned into her kiss with Mingi as the fingers of one hand tangled in Yunho’s hair. Both boys let go, throwing themselves into pleasing her, showing her how much they had desperately missed her touch over the last week. Yunho lavished licks and sucks to her clit, eating at her body like he was starving, his hands holding the flesh of her hips hard enough that his nails dug into her flesh lightly, leaving small crescent marks behind when he adjusted how he was holding her.
Mingi lost himself in the moment, letting go of her lips and moving to kiss the side of her neck. His thumb caressed over the warm pink mark that Yunho had left on the other side. A strong possessive urge came over him. Joshua’s face flashed in his mind. He wanted the intruder to know she was taken, she was theirs. They shared her, they shared themselves with each other, but he wasn’t welcome. He turned her head, pulling it back so she was forced to look at the ceiling as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice was a low growl.
“You two,” she panted quietly.
“Say our names,” Mingi demanded before sucking a matching piece of skin into his mouth.
“Mingi and Yunho,” She did as he asked, her whole body tensing in anticipation of the feel of his teeth. As Mingi bit down, Yunho thrust his tongue inside her. Every muscle from her head to her toes strained and her breath caught in her throat. She was so close that all it took was a sudden and firm suck on her clit to throw her into an orgasm that was like a hand grasping her throat, freezing her body as she tried to gasp for breath. Yunho could see the startled look on her face in profile, reflected in the half open mirror of the medicine cabinet.
He sat back on his heels and let her relax for half a moment as Mingi kept her upright on the counter. Standing up, he brought his lips to hers, letting her taste herself.
“Do you want your turn,” Yunho asked Mingi, seeing his eyes dark with tension and desire. Mingi nodded, letting Yunho take over holding her up as he slid out of the little space he had been occupying. “You’re going to want to take off your costume.” Yunho suggested, letting her head lull back against the wall slightly. Mingi nodded, quickly stripping everything off until he was left in only his white undershirt.
“D-did you bring any condoms?” Mingi asked, as he stepped in between her spread knees.
“It’s okay,” She shook her head. “I’m safe.”
“You’re sure,” Mingi moved forward but still asked, wanting to be absolutely sure. She nodded, her hand going to his waist, sending a shiver through him with the simple caress. Mingi lined himself up with her entrance and slid inside easily with the copious amount of arousal Yunho had brought out of her with his ministrations.
“Mingi,” Yunho said, having taken the place that he had been in before at the end of the counter. “One kiss?” He offered, putting one hand at the small of his back and the other on her shoulder. Mingi nodded, turning to taste her on his lips as their tongues tangled with a desperate need. “Now fuck her. Show her how much you needed her this week.”
Mingi moaned and braced himself with his hands on her waist as he drove his hips into her with all the pent up frustration he had felt that week. The snap of flesh into flesh was audible as he drove himself into her. Yunho watched, a hand supporting each of them as Mingi let all of his emotions out as he took her. The frustration, the hurt, the loneliness; he communicated it all with his hands, his hips and his lips. Both their passions built and, while Mingi managed to bite his lip and suppress his groans of pleasure, she suddenly let out a keen, her back arching at the pleasure he was bringing her.
Yunho took the hand he had been keeping on Mingi’s back and brought it up to cover her mouth. Her eyes sprang open, flashing him an apologetic look. “Do you want everyone here to know how desperate you make us?” Yunho hissed in her ear, loud enough for Mingi to hear too. “Or is it that you want everyone downstairs to know that you belong to us, body and soul?”
She moaned into his palm, pressing it harder to her face as his words and Mingi’s thrusts drove her over the edge. Her body clenched around Mingi, the fluttering of her walls quickly driving him over the cliff of pleasure, causing him to cum inside her for the first time with no barrier between them. He held her hips still against him as he emptied himself into her body. His climax left him weak but with a sense of satisfaction deeper than he had felt before.
“Can you still take me, love?” Yunho asked, taking his hand back as Mingi caught his breath. She gave a dazed nod and Yunho stepped back, choosing to strip himself completely bare, desperate to get as much contact with her as possible. As he drew near, Mingi stepped back, finally pulling his half faded erection out of her, causing them both to shiver at the delayed sensation.
Yunho quickly stepped in, using the head of his cock to stop Mingi’s cum from slowly oozing out of her.
“Ah-ah, gotta keep that in there. Can’t be making a mess at someone else’s place.” He teased as he slid himself into her. She tensed and shivered at his intrusion. They were both such big boys, stretching her in the best of ways. She looped her arms around his shoulders for support, her whole body feeling weak already.
“You sure you want this,” Yunho asked, one last time, holding himself still inside her body as he felt her tremble under his touch. She nodded, her head lolling against his shoulder. He felt Mingi come up behind him and place a gentle kiss against his shoulder.
“Make love to her,” Mingi gently caressed Yunho’s stomach and chest as he hugged him from behind. “Our girl is so tired, but she needs to know how much you love her. Show her she never needs to doubt that we love her.”
Yunho nodded, pulling back slowly and making his thrusts soft and deliberate. He had been so desperate for their touch he had been tempted to take her like Mingi had knowing she would have let him. But Mingi’s soft embrace cooled his anxious neediness. She still trembled under his touch as his movements teased her towards her third orgasm in the short time they had stolen into the bathroom.
Mingi could feel Yunho’s heart pounding in his chest as his palm pressed him back against his chest as the other boys hips kept their deliberate and controlled pace. “Tell her what’s in your heart,” Mingi urged, trailing kisses along Yunho’s neck and shoulder.
“I need you both,” Yunho whined. “When I don’t have you both there a little piece of me dies. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.”
“I won’t go,” she promised, her teeth chattering as she spoke, lifting her head enough to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I won’t leave either of you.”
“We were always meant to be three,” Mingi said from behind. Yunho nodded, holding her head against his shoulder as Mingi matched his thrusts into her. She felt another orgasm building in her with an almost painful intensity. It rushed over her, stealing the air from her lungs as she felt her body clench around Yunho. She squeezed her eyes closed as her body quickly became overwhelmed by the continued sensations.
Yunho pulled her body against his as she squirmed briefly before her whole body quivered and she went limp against him. He felt her body milk him and with a few more thrusts he came inside her, his emissions mixing with Mingi’s deep inside. It was the most satisfied he had ever felt and he wished they were somewhere that would let him bask in this moment for as long as he wanted, but reality came crashing down on him. He felt Mingi step away, wisely gathering a little toilet paper from nearby to clean them up.
“Umm, can you open the lid?” Yunho motioned to the toilet, which currently had the lid down. Mingi did as he asked, and Yunho carefully pulled himself out of her body, quickly using the paper in his hand to keep her from leaking onto the bathroom floor. With Mingi’s assistance, he set her on the toilet so that he could clean himself up and give her a moment to recover before they would work on getting her presentable again.
Both boys redressed and carefully located all her clothes while she sat on the toilet, too tired at the moment to do the same. She had leaned herself against the coolness of the porcelain, letting her head rest against the wall behind it.
Yunho dampened some paper, cleaning between her legs as gently as he could, while Mingi carefully slipped the shirt back on over her head. When she was clean, they both worked the rest of her clothes on her. Though she still felt weak, she was able to stand as they pulled everything on her lower half. The boys made a quick effort to clean up the bathroom and set everything as it had been when they came in. They wiped down the counter and splashed their faces, hoping that it wouldn’t be terribly obvious what they had all just spent the last while doing.
“I’ll take her,” Yunho offered, kneeling down to let her climb on his back for a piggyback ride and allowing Mingi to lead the way back downstairs.
“Do you need something to drink?” Mingi asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She nodded and he headed to the kitchen to get them drinks and snacks as Yunho bravely carried her back to the seating area where everyone was basically where they had left them.
Hong Joong gave them a worried look as Yunho carefully let her down off his back before taking a seat in the empty spot and pulling her into the cradle of his lap.
“Is everything okay,” Hong Joong asked as he watched Yunho guide her head to rest on his shoulder, sitting limp and quiet.
“We just needed to work something out,” Yunho explained without really explaining anything. Mingi returned with snacks and drinks and squeezed himself in next to Yunho, handing her a drink before lifting her feet onto his lap and putting an arm around Yunho’s shoulders.
“Can you eat a little?” Mingi asked, reaching to bring the food he had brought to rest on her legs in his lap. She nodded and he picked up a little piece of food, putting it in her lips with a soft coo of our good girl.
Seonghwa cleared his throat, watching them from his seat between Hong Joong and his boyfriend. “So, I didn’t get to ask before, but how do you all know each other?”
“We met a while ago at summer camp,” Yunho started, turning his head to the side to look at Mingi who gave him a shy but beautific smile. “We just clicked and we’ve sort of been a thing since then.”
“Like all three of you?” Joshua asked, looking between all of them.
“Yeah,” Mingi leaned his head on Yunho’s shoulder as he picked up another piece of food and fed it to him. Yunho looked at the questioner and pulled her closer to his chest, still feeling a flare of territoriality over their kitten. He stared him in the eye as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head.
“You really meant it when you said things were complicated, didn’t you,��� Hong Joong said, his mouth twitching as he suppressed a laugh, finally starting to understand things. “So that’s why you all decided to go to the same school.”
“We belong together,” Yunho shrugged. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”
“Mmmm,” she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. Turning slightly in his lap, she made an effort to face the rest of the group as she leaned back against his shoulder.
“I’m…so jealous,” Annie sighed from the other side of Mingi, making everyone laugh.
“Me, too,” Hong Joong noted. “You should see the welcome home they all get from each other. Then you’ll really know the meaning of the word.”
“Ugh, so unfair,” Annie turned her eyes on Seonghwa and his boyfriend, narrowing them as she did. “Why are all the good ones either gay and/or taken? I am going to be alone forever.”
Everyone laughed and lapsed into conversations about life and school as the party continued around them. Hong Joong had been right when he said he knew people they would have a lot in common with.
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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Eight
𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance
𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Angst
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Racism, Yoongi and Jimin are angels, Graphic depictions of sex, really angsty
𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4.9k
𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
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“I’m gonna cum, I’m close!” Yoongi’s entire body shakes and shudders underneath you as you voraciously fuck him with all your strength. You aren’t going easy on him at all, using the lube and your hands to simultaneously jerk him off as well. The sounds he makes are delicious, absolutely delightful as your mouth waters at his small, high-pitched whines. Thank God you have pillows, but unfortunately you still had to keep the noise level to a minimum.
As Yoongi cries under you and shudders once more, you lower yourself slowly, spreading his cheeks with your hands. You both were sweaty, horny, and so very exhausted. Yet with the feeling of your strap applying pressure to Yoongi’s boy-pussy, he knows that he doesn’t want it to end so soon. Him and Jimin had spent hours together, playing in bed. Why couldn’t you have the same? Even if you had sex in the cabin and you spent a lot of time together anyways.
There was always something lacking, and that was the sexual intimacy between you and Yoongi. You knew it was a matter of time before you found a dynamic that worked for you.
“Go ahead, baby. Cum on my fingers, I want you to feel good too.” You start acting like you have a dick too, as Yoongi moans loudly into the pillow once more, his release building up as you shift again, your pussy drenched completely from seeing him all vulnerable like this.
“I want you to cum too,” He’s puddy in your hands, as you stroke his arms and press the softest kisses to his shoulders. “Cum with me kit-AH Y/N!” He’s writhing in pleasure as you pump his cock between your hands, and with him hunched over on the bed it makes it even easier for you to lean forward and brush your dildo across his throbbing hole. Despite removing it earlier, his puckered hole is still wide, and so ready for penetration.
You tested him first with a finger before taking your vibrator and bringing it down to the base of his cock.
“Damn, I think you’d cum right now if you saw your ass. So fucking perfect, round and squishy. No wonder Jimin moans so much with you.” You both groan as you decide to stop playing around and actually fuck him again, this time, tightening your belt before rolling your hips against his soft cheeks.
“You’re so sexy, and wonderful. I love you, Y/N.” You softly kiss his lips before pulling out and surrendering to sleep. You need a lot of rest, after that intense workout.
“Love you too, Yoongles. Also, Jimmy’s gonna kill us tomorrow but that’s fine because you looked so hot submissive like that and I had fun. I never thought a fake cock could make me feel so powerful.” His giggles are like music to your ears. You were starting to get used to the sound.
“Yeah, that’s exactly why I play dom most of the time. It’s a hell of a lot more fun when I get to play with you two and I get to use my cock as death.” It’s your turn to laugh, as he makes it sound like a weapon or power move of some sort.
“I hope you aren’t in too much pain, I got a little carried away.” You sigh, rubbing your thighs together anxiously.
“What? Nah, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but I think I’ll be able to sit. Let’s just say, if I can’t sit, it’ll be considered a win for you.” Your blond boyfriend gives you a wink as you reply with an, “Okay, I’ll take that. As long as we get to do this again, and maybe I can even fuck you in the tub!” Yoongi cringes at your words.
“Let’s not get too ambitious. On three let’s say it together, 1,2,3: Let’s not get too ambitious.” You both giggle the rest of the night away, concentrating more on each other than cleaning up your mess made of dildos, lube, and straps. You were too lazy to get out of bed, and Yoongi was keeping you busy, so you didn’t really have a reason to, other than cleaning up.
“Oh, aren’t you guys going back to work tomorrow?” You ask, as Yoongi pulls you in for a tight hug.
“Sweetie, we used up pretty much all of our vacation days with you. It doesn’t mean we won’t ever get time off from work again, but officially, we’re back on full-time duty.” You had forgotten how much older your boyfriends had been than you. You were so close with them that the age difference slipped your mind.
It wasn’t like they were in their mid-thirties, you could understand their problems, since they had no other way of making money. Plus, they were dating their landlord’s daughter, they didn’t want to feel indebted because of you.
As easy as they make the relationship seem, you still feel uncertain at times. Actions speak louder than words, you were thinking of doing a large gesture for them. Something to let your boyfriends know you appreciate them.
“I know you like working at the café, but wouldn’t you like to be a music producer, Yoongi?” Your boyfriend wraps a towel around you before throwing his boxers back on and checking if the hallway is clear first before pulling you towards the bathroom.
“I already sold one of my songs. It gave me quite a bit of money, so I think I’ll keep doing it.” Your heart fell at that statement. You were really hoping your boyfriend was making his own profits from releasing his own albums on spotify, but it seems that he did the opposite, not even getting credit for his own tracks.
“That’s not right. Those people won’t even credit you, now that you sold the rights of that song to some heavily produced company. It’s like some crappy teen drama, where everything is forced instead of being introduced and built on. You can’t just sell your music and expect it to resonate with them.”
“Slow down, I don’t recall telling you who I sold the music to. Don’t jump to conclusions without learning all the facts first.” Yoongi snaps at you before folding his arms together, as you check the water in the shower to make sure it’s warm enough for you to step in.
This wasn’t your first time showering together, you already had that experience back in the mountains, during your first and only romantic getaway with your boyfriends. You felt comfortable being naked in his presence now, enough to trust him to retain a little bit of self-control when he’s in the same position.
“Fine, I see your point. Who did you sell your music to?” You turn around, making sure your hair gets wet too. Yoongi had some shower gel in his hands so he was currently lathering your arms and shoulders. He was saving your more sensitive areas for last, since he saw your nipples harden when you stepped into the water.
“J-Hope. I actually made the beats for Outro: Ego.” Your eyes widened at this new bit of information. Yoongi never bragged about it, or bought it up. Even that time you were actually at that concert, listening to that same song. How did he fail to let you in on something so important? Did he think that telling you was a waste of time?
“Yoongi, that’s amazing. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have supported you regardless.” He sighs, looking elsewhere to take his mind off his thoughts of work. Music was a hobby of his, one that he was good at. He just wanted to make a profit without worrying you.
He knew if he told you about the side projects he was working on, you would get very worried and then go way over your head before having the entire thing explode in your face. You weren’t the most graceful girl in the world, you were clumsy and that’s why Yoongi fell for you.
Your “I can do it,” attitude had its setbacks, as you often got too serious about simple things and overcomplicated in your head, he knew you were currently doing just that. Your perseverance was admirable, though.
“I’m gonna tell you this just once, kitten. You might have not noticed it but you have a bad habit of meddling, and when you do that, it makes trouble for others. Please understand that I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to stick your head in it. It’s my music, and I know what I want to do with it.”
You weren’t offended. Your first thoughts were, ‘Oh, he’s telling me to drop the subject. I can do that,’ but as time progressed, you found yourself growing anxious. You knew Yoongi deeply cared for his songs, and the little free time he spent with you was taking away from his hobby. You wanted him to focus on his career, and become a better artist.
So, you decided to get Yoongi a whole setup using your birthday money. You were saving up to buy something big, but it seems that Yoongi needs your help more than ever.
You go to amazon, adding foam panels and lots of tech equipment to your cart. You spent exactly $228 after everything and you still had about $300 remaining in your birthday cash. You got $500 from your Grandma.
You yawn before crawling into bed for some sleep. Since you spent your day focused on Yoongi, you failed to remember that you hadn’t seen one of your boyfriends the entire day.
༻• Thursday, At School •༺
School took a toll on your mental health. You needed a break, even though you just started. The public education system was seriously messed up, making you work double of what you had to do over break. The only thing that made it bearable was your group chat with your boyfriends.
You lock your phone, uneasiness washing over you like an ocean wave. You wish you could go to the beach. Spring seemed neverending and all you could think of was fucking your boyfriends like a bunny in heat.
School passes by slowly, and just as you’re on your way to the café, Jaehyun stops you.
“Jae, hey what’s up?” He looks bruised and battered. You can tell something is horribly wrong.
“The cops arrested my buddies, it was horrible. If you know me, you know I’m not a bad kid. Those guys weren’t either, they were just chilling in my living room, vaping, when a cop busted my door down and arrested like six of my friends. They were all 14, 15, and 16. Not even legal adults, what the fuck is wrong with the justice system?”
“Do you know where they are?” You don’t ask many questions, immediately getting your phone out to text your boyfriends and mom about the situation, since they all knew your daily schedule. Jaehyun was an old friend of yours, too, you couldn’t just leave him.
“They were taken down to the local police station on 95th street. Oh, it was terrible Y/N. They beat me up and I was actually just asking them what my friends did wrong. After that, my parents kicked me out for good. So now I’m homeless.”
“I thought you said you moved out a long time ago?” You help lower him to sit on a bench so he can calm down.
“I-I did, but then those guys were dealing drugs. I didn’t want to be friends with them anymore. So I moved back home.” He starts crying, tears flowing down his cheeks. You had never seen Jaehyun so sensitive in such a long time, that was probably because you made the wrong assumptions about him.
“Alright, I’ve texted my mom and two other roommates of mine to let them know the situation. Yoongi and Jimin should be here any minute.” You continue comforting your crying friend as your boyfriends pull up to you and Jaehyun. You help him into the car as Jaehyun looks at Jimin with confusion written all over his face.
“Hey, aren’t you the pervert who tried coming onto my girlfriend?” Yoongi mistakes him for Jungkook, as he gets a bad view of him from the front seat.
“No...and what do you mean your girlfriend? You’re dating that guy, right?” He points at Jimin, confusion apparent on his face.
“We’ll explain later. For now, just tell them what you told me. Jimin, full speed ahead to the police station on 95th street.”
You arrive at the local police station in ten minutes, despite the traffic being horrid. Jimin stepped on the pedal and managed to reach where you needed to go.
“Officer, where are the three young men you arrested from his house?” Yoongi asks, as soon as you reach the police station.
“Oh, those thugs? Yeah, they vandalized private property so we had to jail em. Bail is $200. You can go see ‘em over there.” Jaehyun runs ahead of you to the temporary holding cell in the back of the room.
“Oh my god, guys. Thank goodness you’re okay. I hope they didn’t beat you up too bad?” A tall dark male with some visible tattoos and jet black hair stands up, putting his hand through the cell to hold his friend’s fingers through the bars. You could tell from the grim expression in his eyes that he was used to this. The horrible treatment from the authorities because they assume they’re bad guys. It’s no coincidence that they’re targets because of their dark skin color. Fuck racists, these guys deserve better.
“Nah, we’re fine. We’ve been through worse, right boys?”
“But still, this is wrong. It’s illegal! They can’t just-”
“Move aside. We’re setting you free, since your brother who’s a district attorney has connections. Just don’t repeat it, okay?” The boys don’t even make a sound as the police officer lets them out of their holding cell and they walk out with their hands behind their heads.
“Are you really used to it? Getting arrested just because some cop thinks you’re dealing drugs or something?” Yoongi’s curiosity gets the best of him, as he asks the boy who spoke to Jaehyun earlier.
“Yep. It happens all the time. Like Marc here was playing basketball out in the driveway once when he was 10 and before we knew it this cop had him pinned down on the ground with his hands over his head. He said the ball looked like a weapon and gave a half-assed apology to us after our neighbor who saw the commotion came outside and told the cop to let go of him. It was really awful, but he got tougher from the experience.”
You couldn’t imagine a young boy at the age of ten going through something so dramatic and traumatizing in a quaint little town. Even now, the boy standing before you was just a teenager. He had torn jeans and a stylish leather jacket, but you could tell he was a little younger than the rest of the boys in the group.
“That shit ain’t right.” Jimin shakes his head as another boy smacks his arm in agreement.
“You can say that again. We’ve been through some things but it’s not mentally scarring or anything. You can’t beat those racists, huh?!” You bite your lip. You hated bringing up the topic of racism because it is the root of all evil. You hated how parents taught it to their children and it became engraved in humans. Skin color doesn’t determine a person’s worth.
“I guess you’re right. I was the only asian kid in my class in the fifth grade. No one else in that town had a fleck of gold on their skin, they were all pasty white kids. I didn’t know it at the time, but apparently their parents fed them lies and I was never invited to pool parties because they thought my skin was “dirty.” Racism starts at home, man. It doesn’t just appear out of thin air.”
That was the first time you’ve ever heard your boyfriend recite a story from his past so passionately. You had no idea Jimin experienced such shit, especially after going through everything with Jaehyun and his buddies. You’ve never seen high school students look so calm even in the presence of police officers. It’s obviously because they knew they were innocent from the get-go.
“Well, this is where we part ways. I gotta take this uber to my house, catch you later!” You wave as the guy named Marc hops into a taxi and disappears off into the freeway.
“What about you?” Jaehyun gives his friend a puppy-eyed stare as you can tell he wants him to go with him.
“I’ve gotta go too, bud. It was nice seeing all of you, thanks again for driving down to the station even though we didn’t need your help.”
“Wait!” You stop him before he can get in the waiting taxi. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N, an old friend of Jaehyun’s.” He gives you a small smile before winking at you.
“I’m Duval. Nice to meet you.”
༻• Thursday, At Home •༺
You were back to freaking about your graduation again. Your entire life in school was a waste since you were single, you never hung out with friends, and you spent all your free time doing homework. You wish you could go back and rewind time but you would gladly go through it all again if it means you could meet Jimin and Yoongi again.
You’re so in love with them that you might just marry them. You were at least hoping you could have a commitment ceremony so that you didn’t have to worry about being legally bound to one man when you could be equally committed to both. The problem is, your wallet is more empty than your belly when you aren’t shoving food down your throat.
You dedicated all your time to school that you forgot about the outside world. And now you want to spend it on your boyfriends. Ah, when will the pain end? You needed to start working fast before anything else. There was only two weeks left till your graduation, and your anniversary with the boys was coming up as well.
The very much less anticipated arrival of your father was approaching as well, and you were trying to figure out a way to tell him that you were in love with two boys who you also thought of so fondly that you were ready to give your life to them in exchange of a future of happiness and the fact that you weren’t keen on dating or marrying any of the men your father picked out with wealthy backgrounds.
“Babe, will you stop pacing? It’s making me dizzy.” Jimin sinks in your swivel chair as you walk back and forth in the little space between your bed and the table. Thanks to Jimin’s comment, you were even more antsy, biting your nails out of habit until Yoongi bursts into your room with good news.
“Hoseok said he had a singer friend who heard one of my songs and he loved it!”
“That’s great news, now why don’t you come sit and talk to us so we can get our kitten’s mind off school?” You grimace at Jimin’s attempt to switch topics so nonchalantly as Yoongi excitedly makes his way towards you, cornering you into your own bed as he informs you of his day’s events.
“He said he wants me to go over and play a demo for another song since he’s gonna be in town for a couple more days. Hobi said he got lucky because the guy happened to be in town for his own concert and he was on tour so he would only be here until Sunday evening. It’s a three-day concert.”
This was great! All the pieces were in place and now all that was left to do was wait for Yoongi’s little surprise to arrive. You were keeping an eye on the online package, since you ordered quite a few items.
“Great, so I’m guessing you’re gonna head on over there after work tomorrow?” You ask, unaware of their current situation.
“Actually, since we took all our time off during your spring break, Jin decided to be extra mean and make us work a double shift on Friday. There’s no way I’d be able to leave in between, even if Jimin covers for me. That’s the only day we can meet, since he planned this on such short notice too.” You stand up, banging the palm of your hand flat against the soft cushion on the swivel chair, Jimin’s head just inches away from your arm.
“I’ll do it!” Your boyfriends stare at you as if you’ve grown a second head.
“No, are you crazy?”
“My grades are fine, plus this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. You should go, Yoongi. I’ll take your place in work. How long is a double shift anyways?” You want to so desperately express your love for your neglected boyfriend that you’re willing to go through such lengths. That, and you’d be killing two birds with one stone since you could also spend more time with Jimin. Work is work but mixing a little love won’t hurt anyone.
“If you’re sure. A double shift is 14 hours. You’d have to work 6 hours after school, you think you can handle that?” Right on cue, you get a text from your mom. She’s doing the night shift so she probably wouldn’t notice your absence. You’re a good daughter, though, so you text her to make sure she knows what your plan is. She knew about the little setup you were planning for Yoongi, and she supported you in virtually everything you did. Except for your sex life, she definitely had no clue that you had actually gone further than second base, that’s for sure.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Plus, I’ll have you too.” Jimin gives you an endearing smile before pulling you down to his lap. You snuggle into his warm chest, breathing in his sweet scent. You loved your boyfriend with all your heart. The mochi hits differently.
“I’m just gonna...go back to my room.” Yoongi awkwardly makes an exit as Jimin continues nuzzling your neck affectionately. You couldn’t help but feeling a bit guilty, since your other boyfriend seemed a bit troubled and you were sitting here, fooling around with Jimin like some teenage slut.
“He’s more awkward than usual today, you wanna go ask him what’s wrong?” He seems to already know what you’re thinking, as you shift around in his lap and you stay silent for an abnormally long time.
“Normally, I would just give him space but he seems to have a lot on his mind. I hope he isn’t too stressed. The opportunity presented itself and I feel like I forced him to do it.”
“No, baby, what are you saying? Yoongi never does something because someone told him to. He really wanted that deal, you know how long he’s been producing as a hobby? So many people have taken advantage of him in the past but this is the real deal.” You didn’t want to ask Jimin to elaborate, as he shifts in his seat and you feel his body heat rising. He’s sweating as well, so you decide to climb off his lap and onto the bed once again, sitting with your legs and arms crossed when you do.
“I know, that’s why I told him I’d work his shift. He can go visit this producer guy on Saturday and blow the hats off those guys while I flaunt my temporary barista skills.”
“Honey, if you think I’m letting you anywhere near a coffee machine, you’re dead wrong.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yours and Jimin’s playful banter carries throughout the walls and onto the next room, where Yoongi hears every little exchange between the two of you. To be honest, he’s never felt more insignificant in his life than he does now. With his partners laughing and having fun without him...he felt so self-conscious.
He loved you and Jimin dearly, but sometimes his self-doubts would get in the way of his love for you. He couldn’t trust you because he couldn't completely believe himself. He knew he was in love with Jimin fully, but was he really in love with you? He remembers that very first day when you walked into the coffee shop and openly flirted with his boyfriend. That “friendly” exchange led to something more, something unexpected.
He never thought he would be the one to initiate the first sexual encounter, but it seemed his fingers had a mind of their own. He developed a little crush on you shortly after you became friends with Jimin, but then his body betrayed him once again when he found out you were living in the same house as him.
He jerked off to the thought of you every day after that, to be honest. He felt dirty, but it felt right. He started getting confused only after you all started dating. You and Jimin were closer than him and Jimin, and him and you. Out of all the combinations, yours was the weakest.
Sure, you had music in common, but did that really mean anything? Physically, you were more compatible than a glove with a hand, but emotionally, you were distant. He wanted you to follow him out of the room and climb over his back, he truthfully wanted Jimin to kiss his worries away like he always does, and when you were finished, he wanted to be the one to wake you up in the morning just in time for school. He was bad at social interactions, so any dreams of affection were just imaginative unless you took the initiative, or if you were at the right place at the right time.
“Yoongz, I know you better than I know myself. What’s going on in that handsome brain of yours?” His boyfriend is always spot-on when it comes to his emotions. Unlike Yoongi, Jimin excelled at expressing himself and interacting with the world around him. He was like Yoongi’s mouth, at some point. Yoongi had gotten arguably better at expressing himself, though, after meeting you he always put himself out there, just talking to you about whatever was bothering him directly. Of course, Jimin knew this happened only 60% of the time. It’s still a huge improvement for him, Jimin was happy either way. He knows it’s only a matter of time before Yoongi opens up to you completely. A full 100%.
“What if my love for Y/N is just an illusion and my body is addicted to her but my mind is not attracted to her?”
What the fu-
“Think about what you just said. Think about it again, long and hard, imagine her body this time.” Yoongi does exactly as Jimin instructs, feeling his worry melt away instantaneously just by thinking of you. He feels more at ease and a little bit floaty as well.
When he opens his eyes, Jimin is staring at his crotch deep in thought, probably pondering what he just said. Yoongi honestly has no clue anymore. He’s gotta be in love with you, he just knows.
“Just as I thought. You’re craving her again. Go ahead and get her, you dog.” Jimin lets out a short howl before spanking his boyfriend’s ass. Yoongi tries to protest but Jimin simply shoves him towards the direction of your room.
“She’s not some food item, you know? You can’t just say I’m “craving” someone and just walk away.” Yoongi rolls his eyes before knocking on your door.
“Oh, hey Yoongi, you want me to suck you off?” Well, that was easy.
“Really?” You stare up at your boyfriend, looking up from your phone in a bored manner.
“I finished my homework early so I think I deserve a reward, plus I’ve been craving that dick ever since I fucked you. Oh gosh, did you even mention it to Jimin? I don’t think I told him yet.”
“Tell me what?” You and Yoongi both jump back in surprise. Your blue-haired boyfriend is directly behind Yoongi, smiling at you with those half-moon eyes. You love the way Jimin’s face looks when he smiles, it’s simply adorable.
“I threw on a strap and I fucked Yoongi. I’m not joking, I really did.” Jimin’s eyes darken with lust as he stares between the two of you.
“Can you do it again and let me watch this time?”
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Drive to survive
FF.net: here / AO3: here
Characters: Ishida Yamato
Words: 5100+
Notes: I promised this on twitter, and here as well and well, it happened. A Digimon story on my latest obsession. the Formula 1.
It’s safe to say I got excited, this is my longest story in forever!
Anyway, hope you like it as much as I do. Enjoy!
He was making history; he could not let himself forget it. Not ever had there been a Japanese driver to win podiums, and so far, during that season only, he had five. He had been working towards where he was right now ever since he was 8, when his dad had taken him to a kid’s go-kart circuit in Tokyo and had found out his heart had never beaten quicker. His mom had gotten scared when he told her how much he had liked it, and that he wanted to go back.
The owner of the place, a former engineer for Formula 1, was impressed as soon as he placed his eyes on him.
“He’s got talent,” he had told his mother, she shrugged it off. It was only a hobby, it had to be.
When his grandparents had gone visiting from Paris, Yamato had insisted on them seeing him race, he was only ten at the time. His grandfather knew he raced go-karts from his calls with his mother, but since she had insisted it was just a hobby, he took it that way. Of course, as an old French man, he was a big afficionado of car races, and nevertheless he was impressed by how fast his young grandson was.
“He’s a natural Natsuko, you must understand this is not just a hobby.”
Yamato traveled back to France with his grandparents, after he had heard them discussed with his mother about him taking a shot at race teams in Europe, professional ones. He had never been a professional before, he was not even sure what that meant, since Formula 1 was not a popular sport between his classmates, it was all about soccer and baseball, he did not know people could get paid by racing.
Michel, his grandfather, had a friend, who knew a friend, who was a part of the recruiting team of Renault’s quarry, and as soon as they saw 10-year-old Yamato behind his tiny wheel, they knew he was a natural, good enough to start training as soon as possible with their team.
It all happened too fast for him, he had to go back to Tokyo to pack up his life and leaving for good. He was not even certain if he were feeling sad or nostalgic, all he knew was school would turn into something he could do at home, and in French, and that he would be racing all the time. It all sounded like a dream, really.
“Don’t tell your grandma I’m telling you this but go kick those English kids’ butts!” had been the encouragement words coming from his grandpa before his first-ever professional race. He was 13 at the time, already gaining enough attention from the media, especially from his home country, despite only stepping foot in Japan once a year.
He tried not to read anything regarding himself, they tended to be mean, and underappreciating him. He knew after the first article he had read, he would never read it again, what was the point anyway?
“Next time I see anyone writing something mean they’ll be fired, even if they work elsewhere,” his dad had threatened.
“It’s okay, I don’t even care anymore. Let them talk, all I care about is getting podium, again.”
And so, he did, until he was old enough to jump to the bigger leagues. From Formula 3 to Formula 2, and finally, with only 21 years old, signing a five-year contract with the team Michel had always admired: Scuderia Ferrari.
Sadly enough, he had not had the chance to see him drive in red, because he had passed away due to a heart-attack, his grandmother passing away shortly after. People said she had died from heartbreak. Yamato only took it as another reason why he had to prove his best. His management team had told him media were already calling him the best Japanese driver in history, and that was nice, but only if he made it reality.
Yamato had helped Ferrari pound back to being the first-place team once again, after years of competing against Red-Bull and Mercedes. But he had only been the fifth best racer, not good enough if he wanted to make history.
That week he was back in his homeland, Japan greeting him as a hero for the Japanese Grand Prix. It was scary how much his face was everywhere he looked, even more so than pop-icons. He was glad his team respected his choice to remain mostly private, and when they wanted advertising, his team-mate, an Austrian dude who was six years older than him, was more than happy to do the interviewing.
It was safe to say he was not pleased when they asked him to do a photoshoot for a local fashion brand, up and coming worldwide, apparently. Yamato did not care much about fashion, despite him being called the best dressed racer a few years in a row. Not that he knew about it, plus he usually put on an all-black outfit and he was through.
“Why can’t Lechner do it?”
“They want you specifically, Ishida.” His manager said softly, “even the Japanese embassy is paying for this partnership. Aren’t you proud to be Japanese?”
“Of course, I am, asshole.” He smirked, rolling his eyes as he decided it was the perfect timing to visit his brother.
As expected, he was on a tight schedule, this could never count as a vacation visit to Japan, but he had asked his team to send him into Japan two days earlier to visit his family. It was a tradition he tended to do ever since he started racing world-wide.
He took his ever-loved motorbike and drove as fast as he could to Odaiba. Driving a motorbike had been what he could call his hobby, since karting had turned into his job, having built a couple of them while living in Italy.
“He better be home,” he stretched his arms as he opened the door in front of him, knowing damn well his brother always made the mistake to leave it unlocked. He heard him singing in his bathroom, which meant he was finishing taking a shower. He looked around to confirm his mother was not home and shrugged it off. He had drifted apart from her when he initially moved to France with his grandparents, and even more so when his parents (finally) got divorced.
“Don’t you dare opening that door if you’re naked.”
“YAMATO?” Takeru opened the door wearing nothing but his tiny white trousers.
“I truly do not feel like seeing you naked,” but of course his younger brother could not care less and ran to greet him with a hug. He was the only person on earth allowed to hug him.
“What a funny way of admitting how much you had missed me!!” He gifted him one of his traded white smiles, the warmest smile Yamato knew. “Nervous for this weekend?”
“As long as it doesn’t rain, I don’t see why I should be.”
“Even when it rains you succeed, you’re always making everyone proud!”
“Even you?” he served himself oolong tea. He was surprised to see beer in his mom’s fridge, forgetting for a second his younger brother was legally allowed to drink.
“You know I’m your number one fan, those old-rich men are nothing compared to the original Yamato Ishida stan!” Takeru walked into his room to get dressed, for Yamato’s relief. He had offered his mother if they wanted to move to a bigger apartment, considering he now had the money to provide her and Takeru with something better, but she had refused, and he gave up after the third time.
“Going out?”
“I was going to, with the good-old gang, but that was before I knew you would pay me a visit.”
“So Hikari and company, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah, even Taichi is coming, you should come, too!” Taichi was his oldest friend, the only one he missed when he moved to Europe.
“Nah, you know I don’t drink.” And it was not merely because of his strict diet, he was not a fan of what alcohol did with his mindset. “But you go and have fun, I must get back to my place, anyway, and be as early as possible in Suzuka tomorrow morning.” Takeru looked disappointed, Yamato felt a pinch of guilt for not being what a fun older brother was supposed to be. “But I’ll text Taichi! Remind everyone they’re invited this weekend, VIP seats and all!”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, brother.” Yamato smiled softly before playing with Takeru’s hair like he used to when they were kids, even if he was almost his height.
He took a chopper ride from Tokyo to Suzuka the morning after. He had much rather taken the train, but Ferrari strictly prohibited him from doing so.
“Are you insane? People would eat you alive, you’re pretty much as famous as Hello Kitty is in this place!” He ignored his comment, it was always annoying to Yamato when they were in Japan, because most of his team-mates were foreign to Japanese culture, and he did not have the patience to educate every single one of them.
It was Thursday, which meant he could do strength exercises before the testing race the next day.
“How’s my superstar doing?” the mere voice of his manager irritated him, but he had another year signed up to him, afterwards he had decided to work by himself. After all, he still had another three-year contract with Ferrari.
“He’s extremely focused,” and he was strength training was the hardest to him.
“Don’t forget you have that photoshoot I had mentioned you in an hour, and I wouldn’t like you to go there all sweaty.”
“Do you think I would forget?” but in fact, he had forgotten it, his mind had probably erased the memory of that specific event.
“I’m glad we’re finally on the same track,” he winked at Yamato, before shutting the door of the hotel’s gym.
Yamato did not have much of a choice, so he took a cold shower before heading to one of the hotel’s meeting rooms. It had all been transformed for it to look like a Sakura garden. In reality, it was October and Sakura’s were far from blossoming. He would be lying if he did not admit it looked rather breathtaking.
He had heard about this up-and-coming brand. They had turned the Japanese typical attire and turned it into mainstream. He had to admit he was a fan.
He had also heard the brand had been started by a young student from Bunka Fashion College, under the wings of a bigger brand. He had heard, not that he cared, really, that the founder was around his age. Suddenly, he was curious.
“Ishida Yamato, what a pleasure to finally meet you!” a man around his thirties greeted him rather enthusiastic.
“You must be…?”
“Oh, you’re a funny one! Yoshio Fujiwara, of course!” And the Fujiwara branding was the bigger one who had taken the young designer under his wings, he wondered where she was.
“Of course, of course,” he bowed, always traying himself to remain close to his Japanese customs and traditions. “A pleasure to meet you, Fujiwara-san.”
“No need to be formal with me, I’m very used to western traditions, having spent most of your life in Europe, I would have killed for an opportunity like that!” Yamato tried his best not to roll his eyes, faking his best smile. “It is our biggest pleasure that you have accepted to be the face of our newest collection.” Yamato saw a petit figure running around the room with pieces of clothing covering her, he wondered if that was Fujiwara counterpart.
“It’s always delightful to put Japan’s name high, you know.” He cleared his voice, “so, am I also going to meet Takenouchi-san?”
“You absolutely will, she must be somewhere around… Sora!?” The fast-paced person finally stopped, uncovering her face from the piles of clothing she was carrying. “Don’t be rude and introduce yourself to Yamato.”
“Sure thing, just let me finish up the final touches and…”
“Now?!” Yamato noticed a subtle sigh coming from her lips. She surely seemed young, barely his own age. For the first time since the encounter started, he felt safe.
She ran right next to him, her attention still clearly on the mess she had left. He could immediately tell how passionate she was about what she was doing.
“It’s a pleasure, Ishida-san. I would love to lie and say I’m a fan, but truth is this is my first time having an encounter with races, or cars in general…”
“Sora! You’re being rude!”
“Sorry, I still take the subway and I never got a driver’s license!” Yamato snorted, in those five seconds he decided that redhead was his favorite person in the room.
“Well, I’m glad to admit this is not my first encounter with your brand, I’ve read so much.” Her eyes lit up; Yamato could have even sworn he spotted a subtle blush in her face.
He was rather awkward in front of the cameras, never quite a natural. Another reason why his team-mate was the one to do most of Ferrari’s advertisements. But Sora helped him feel in his element, somehow. He liked how much she got into her character, almost ignoring him by how much she cared on how her designs looked on him.
“I think we’re good, we shouldn’t take much more of your time.” By then, Fujiwara had left the room, Sora was certain he had slipped into the hotel bar.
“That must have been the less stressful photoshoot I’ve ever had, thank you, Takenouchi-san.”
“Oh, don’t call me that! I’m not older than you are.”
“Then you must accept to drop the formalities with me as well.” A grimaced appeared on her face, clearly unsure.
“But you’re a client, that would be completely unprofessional!”
“I promise I won’t tell anybody,” Sora liked that, a dirty-little-secret.
“Fine, but if Fujiwara is around, I’ll go back in character.”
“Deal,” Yamato grabbed a bottle of water and doubted if he should say what his mind was begging at him to do. “Are you staying for the race?”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I had no idea how this worked.” She shrugged, clearly embarrassed. “I don’t understand why it lasts so many days, it’s confusing. This whole sport is confusing.” Sora liked sports, for instance, sports where a ball had to go from one side of the court to the other, not cars and tires.
“It’s not that hard, you’ll see,” they took a seat on the fake grass Sora had built for the photoshoot. “The first day is merely for us to get familiar with the track, nothing formal. The second day the places for the actual race, which is on Sunday, get settled. And that’s pretty much it.”
“And you get to travel the world for that?”
“People can be very serious about their cars.”
“Incredible,” she locked eyes with Yamato, she was not familiar with his sport but she sure was with his face, and not only because it was everywhere she looked around the city’s billboards, but because she had studied it for the whole photoshoot, and even for the particular line she was about to launch.
“It would be fun if you stayed, some friends around our age are coming too, so it won’t be that weird for you.”
“Okay, but I’ll stay for fun, not as a part of my job schedule.”
“Great!” He said way too enthusiastic, regretting it right away. “I can get you great tickets, so don’t worry about that.” She chuckled, taking out her VIP pass.
“Don’t worry, I have that part settled.”
“Of course, you do,” he felt stupid, all sponsors got the best tickets, even better than he could even get most times.
“So, I’ll see you around? Do you say break a leg for this?”
“Absolutely not! But I appreciate your luck wishes.”
He was glad on Friday’s there was never much of a crowd, that way he could stay focused on what mattered: getting comfortable enough with the track. Whenever he raced, he felt an almost out of body experience, where he could disconnect from his current reality and be one with his car. Ferrari had nicknamed him the racing samurai, for how dramatic his recovering could be whenever he was behind on the race.
Japan had never particularly been the biggest crowd when it came to Formula 1, but ever since he had started getting podiums, and making a name out of himself, it had a 180 degrees change. Ferrari could not be happier with the now 23-yeard-old racer, he was smart, analytic, and cold headed.
When he got back to the Pits, he was greeted by his family, not expecting to see them until the day after.
“You were pretty fast out there!” his dad said, as awkward as he usually was.
“This was merely the boring race, we were just testing the track,” he smiled widely, greeting him by what could be considered a hug, or sort of one.
“But Hiroaki is right, you were extremely fast. That car you’re racing, is a beauty,” seeing his mother was always an adventure for Yamato. Ever since he left home, at such a young age, they had drifted apart. Naturally, she was worried for her older son, racing and putting his life at risk every time he did so. Yamato had heard her fighting with his grandpa countless times, until she finally gave in. She was never going to win, Yamato loved karting the same way she loved writing.
“You were tremendous there, superstar!” his manager came to greet him, as much as he annoyed him, he was not a bad person, he just clearly loved the money Yamato made him gain. “You better keep up the pace the rest of the weekend.”
“That’s the plan,” Yamato served himself a cup of tea, while he took a seat in front of the screen that was studying his track performance. He was nearly obsessed with improving, never not paying attention at even the slightest mistake.
“Before I forget,” his manager was French, and spoke a very heavily accented English. His family, apart from Takeru, barely spoke any English at all, hence why they did not communicate with one another. Yamato despised that, considering he could speak four languages. “Young Takenouchi asked me to give you her number, Romeo.” Yamato’s cheeks flushed, as he took with both hands the business card he was being given.
“I’ll quickly go to my room,” he excused himself with his family, promising he would meet them for a quick dinner.
He wrote and re-wrote his text message towards Sora, not wanting to appear desperate. Formula 1 drivers, at least some of them, had the reputation of being more than successful with the opposite sex, however Yamato was rather unlucky. He put so much effort into his performance inside the track, he tended to neglect everything else. Hence why it felt nice to have a close to normal conversation with someone his age, a woman his age.
“This is Yamato, I heard the rumor you wanted to have my number,” he finally sent, wanting to throw his phone over the window right after.
“How come we spent so much time talking yesterday and I had to ask your manager for your number?” she replied right after, Yamato felt relieved.
“I guess we lost track of time.”
“Hey, I had to come back to Tokyo, business matters. But I’m not one to break any promises, so I hope you still save a seat for me for the big race on Sunday. Did I say that correctly?”
Yamato immediately felt disappointment, but he had to understand he was not dealing with someone unoccupied; this was a young entrepreneur with a worldwide successful fashion brand.
“Are you sure you want to make a four-hour trip to see some car racing?”
“As I said, I’m not a promise breaker. Plus, is not Formula 1 supposed to be the best car racing in the world? I won’t miss it, and I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry, and your spot on Scuderia Ferrari will remain untouched.”
“Great, I’m actually pretty excited! You have turned it into such a big deal for the country, I’ve never seen such a media coverage on the sport before. How was the tracking test?”
Yamato’s stomach made a turn. He did not want to focus on the pressure it meant to be in his home country, he just wanted to do what he always did, which meant to give his 100% performance, and get better every time. He just really hoped it would not rain on Sunday…
Him and Sora kept texting for the rest of the day, and the morning after as he got ready for the weekend’s second race. His goal was to qualify on the front row, that was always a determining factor for the final race. His mom had been right when she mentioned his car was a beauty, because it may not be the fastest car, that would still go to Mercedes, but if Ferrari had something no other team could fight with, was beauty.
He was not one to make many friends, but he was always amicable with the rest of the drivers. He saw them more than he saw his family, and even grew up with a big amount of them, but he always tried to focus on what they really were: his competition.
The weather so far had looked hopeful, a rainy race was one of his biggest fears, he had already had more than one rainy accident, and they had been hard to get over. He tried not to put too much thought into it, how he put his life at risk every time he got into the car, because there was no point in doing so, considering he was not going to stop, racing was the most important part of his life.
He got behind his wheel and his team assured his car was ready to go for the last time, and he got into driving mode, forgetting everything else, the pressure, the people, the weather, his friends. He almost disassociated from everything, but the track, and his team speaking whenever there was something to say, like which place he was on at the moment.
He had gotten so used to Ferrari, after being over two years on the team, that he could go as far as to describe its motor as a part of him. The first few laps were always the most stressful ones, and were most of the accidents happened, everyone tried to gain that valuable P1 as fast as possible, but Yamato thought of it as a waste of energy, he would rather stay behind for the first few laps and give it all in after. It had worked for him so far, avoiding the turmoil behind it.
There were 53 laps in the Japanese track, not that he counted them, but he always studied the tracks of wherever he was at. He just focused on staying in track, passing the rest of the drivers and being fast, and his team made sure he did not forget where his position was at the moment, which was a P5, his teammate was currently second. Fifth was not a bad position, it was still second row, but it was not his goal, he truly wanted first row. In the end he had managed to end up fourth, which his team congratulated him for, he still was not happy.
Back in Ferrari’s box, he had a bigger crowd greeting him, not only his parents and brother, but some of his closest childhood friends.
“Man, how does it feel to be able to fly!” Taichi said before giving him a big hug, which Yamato did not mind, he guessed he was also allowed to hug him.
“What I wonder is what that amount of speed can do with your body, I read you lose up to 3 liters every time you race,” Joe patted his shoulder, the soon-to-be-doctor never missed to drop a random anatomy fact on him. “And sorry, but it seems to Koushiro your car’s machinery is way more impressive than you.”
His third friend, a genius redhead, had been talking non-stop with his team’s engineers, asking questions Yamato could possibly never answer.
He spent the next few hours doing interviews, as much as he hated them, it was on his contract to do them before and after every Grand Prix. He also took more time studying his career, and where he could improve. He wanted to get podium on his home country more than he had ever wanted before.
But of course, he also took the chance to spend some time with his loved ones, catching up about their crazy adult lives.
“Koushiro could soon enough buy one of these teams, you know? He’s getting so rich!” Taichi had a big mouth, but they had gotten used to it. And to be fair with his brunette friend, he was not wrong, considering Koushiro’s software startup had gotten public, and the dude was only 22.
“And Jou’s about to be a doctor, and you, well, you didn’t get kicked out of Uni!” They all laughed, Taichi rolled his eyes. Yamato had gotten so comfortable with their conversation, he got scared when his phone began ringing.
“Yes?”
“Guess who’s just landed in Suzuka!” it was Sora, his heart skipped a beat. “I’m glad I made it a few hours before I had promised, I truly didn’t want to miss tomorrow’s race.”
“Where are you exactly? You should come join us! I’m at Ferrari’s tent with some childhood friends, I mean, if you’re not too tired.” His friends started yelling embarrassing things to him, as friends did whenever you spoke on the phone with someone, even if that someone was your own mother. Except, of course, it was not his mother.
“Great! I’ll ask the driver to drop me off.”
They spent the next few hours chatting, and laughing, and making fun of Yamato with embarrassing stories Sora was rather intrigued to keep on listening. Of course, Sora had hit it off with his friends, she was a great talker, they all had liked her, he could tell, especially with Koushiro, considering the man was the clearest book when it came to first impressions. He felt disappointed once he checked his watch to confirm it was time for him to go to bed, the big day was closer than ever.
Suzuka was one of the last races on Formula 1’s schedule, which meant every single point counted even more. He was disappointed when he checked the weather, there was a rain forecast, but there was nothing he could do, he still was willing to give the best race he had given in his career span. His friends and family wished him the best of luck, just as he dressed up in the famous red suit.
He had never felt this overwhelmed before, as soon as he stepped a foot outside of Scuderia Ferrari’s box, the crowd chanting his name was like nothing he ever heard before. He bowed shyly, turning the shouts even louder. Fame had never been something he had been looking for once he started racing in Formula 1, but he thought at the end of the day it was only inevitable. He really wanted to make his co-nationals proud.
P4 was not a bad place to start racing, yet he could hear his heart beating up to his ears. A rainy race was always messy, and there was always a bigger risk for accidents, not just for him, but for the other racers as well. He had to drive smartly; speed was not all that mattered in that moment.
His eyes were fixated on the checkered flag, as soon as it went down, his feet went all in. Suzuka’s Grand Prix finally starting.
As it was expected, some cars lost control on the very first curve, him being noticed by his team on the other side of the microphone. He hoped nothing bad had happened to them. On a rainy race it was important to have extra control while reaching a curve, and absolutely never trying to overpass another racer while on them.
By lap 30 he had improved to P3, the engine of the previous third place had had some issues, which pushed him into the pits. The Ferrari engine had significantly been improved for the current season, and it showed. It had been a while since the red team had had both of their cars in podium position, and he was doing quicker laps than the last year’s race.
Everything appeared to be going according to plan, Yamato wanted to win, of course, but he was not unhappy with the third place. Yet, the unthinkable happened on lap 49, when his teammate lost control of the steering wheel. It all happened so quickly, Yamato could barely avoid the inevitable crash, which was bad enough for them to call a red flag, every racer had been sent back into pits.
His teammate had been fine, he could even walk by himself; however, his car could have been confused with garbage. A shame, really, everything had been better than what they could have imagined. Now every podium expectation fell on his shoulders, and he could hear the public screaming his name even louder, as if he was some sort of rock star.
“Only 4 laps left, you can do it,” and he was now put in second place, a bittersweet feeling inside his gut.
The final lap felt like the longest he had driven, all he truly wanted was for it to end. He was less than two seconds away from the first place, which his team kept repeating. He knew he could do it, if he tried and overtake him near the end, right after the final curve… And so, he did, winning a podium for the first time in his short Formula 1 life career. He had not done it for himself only, but for Lechner as well. It felt insane, he was no longer feeling the ground, he was still flying somehow.
Champagne soaked him as soon as he stepped out of the car, being hugged by everyone on the famous red car team. He was not easily to make cry, but he could not help the tears coming out, and he wished, if he were ever going to cry again, it better be as good of a feeling as he finally lifted the trophy for Suzuka’s Grand Prix.
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Bespoke, Chapter 5 is taking me a stupid amount of time to finish, and I feel so bad about it that I’m going post post a teaser here :) This is about a quarter of the chapter. Hope you like it!
Teaser for Bespoke, Chapter 5
[Story No. 2 in the Compatibile A/B/O Universe]
Pairing: Shrunkyclunks (Cap Steve Rogers / Modern Bucky Barnes), of the bearded Alpha Steve and Omega twink!Bucky subvariety
Rating: Story Rated E for Explicit, this excerpt Rated T for Teen
Tags: A/B/O, sugar daddy!Steve
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December 15
Thursday - 2:15 P.M.
Elevators in medical buildings always smelled like rubbing alcohol and iodine, which was definitely not Bucky’s favorite smell. He breathed through his mouth instead of his nose as the elevator descended the fourteen floors from Dr. Pete’s office suite, down to the ground floor.
Bucky had left work early that day to catch his monthly blood work appointment. Unpleasantly sterile smells aside, he was breathing especially easy that afternoon, for two reasons. First, he had finally wrapped up the enormous project he’d been working on in his lab for almost eight months, and he’d passed it off to the StarkTech testing department. Getting that load off his plate was a massive relief, and it came at the perfect time; he could now embark on his Vermont vacation (tomorrow!) with Steve and leave behind the weight of work on his shoulders. Second, the results of Bucky’s blood work had shown his hormone levels right where Dr. Pete had expected them to be, based on the Heat time-table they were anticipating. No early Heat.
Bucky was more stress-free than he could remember feeling in six months.
As he stepped out of the elevator to the ground floor, Bucky immediately felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to find a text message from Steve.
[2:15 P.M.] Stevie: Done at Pete’s yet?
Instead of walking out onto the cold, winter-time city streets, Bucky found a bench in the lobby and sat down to respond.
[2:16 P.M.] Sent: Yep, just finished.
[2:16 P.M.] Stevie: Great. Any surprises?
Bucky knew Steve was referring to his blood work. He typed out his response knowing Steve would be relieved by the results, just as Bucky was.
[2:17 P.M.] Sent: Nope. Everything was where Dr. P thought it would be.
[2:18 P.M.] Sent: He says I look on track for April, maybe February if it comes early.
Bucky watched his phone. There was no response from Steve for a while, and Bucky worried that he may have spooked him with details about their time-table. The two hadn’t talked about Bucky’s next Heat much at all since their first and only therapy visit with Dr. Welsh, but Bucky knew it was hanging over their heads. If his Heat came within the conservative margin of error that Dr. Pete had estimated, they could theoretically be dealing with it in less than 60 days. With it would come Steve’s rut, and if they didn’t make any significant, tangible progress on the knotting issue before then, they could very well be dealing with something they weren’t ready for emotionally. The pressure, however silent, was there.
His phone vibrated again just as he was pulling out his gloves to head out onto the street.
[2:22 P.M.] Stevie: Good to hear. You got any other plans this afternoon?
Bucky frowned. He wondered if Steve was going to ask him for a late lunch, and he wished he hadn't already eaten.
[2:23 P.M.] Sent: No. Was gonna come home for the day, help you out with the lighting installation.
[2:23 P.M.] Sent: Why?
[2:24 P.M.] Stevie: Because you have plans now.
[2:24 P.M.] Stevie: [Blue Serenity Spa] - You’ve Been Sent a Link on Google Maps!
His confused frown deepened as he clicked the link. It took him to the location of some sort of day spa in northwest Brooklyn, not far from their apartment. Before Bucky could text back a ‘???’, another text from Steve came through.
[2:25 P.M.] Stevie: You have an open-ended appointment starting at 3:15 P.M. Any and all services you ask for. I got you scheduled for a massage already, but you can change that if you want.
[2:26 P.M.] Stevie: They have my card info. Don’t you dare to even think about looking at the price list.
[2:26 P.M.] Stevie: Better go catch the next train baby ;)
Flabbergasted, thumbs paralyzed and seemingly unable to type out another text, Bucky decided to just hit the call button on Steve’s contact. He placed the phone to his ear and he suddenly felt antsy as he waited for Steve to pick up. There was no ‘hello’ when the ringing stopped, only Steve’s teasing voice.
“I thought I told you to head for the train?”
“Steve,” Bucky began, emphatically. “What is this? You booked me a spa appointment?”
Steve was silent on the other end of the line for a long moment, and Bucky wondered if it was because he was more nervous than his confident communication let on.
“Yeah, angel. I did. Look,” Steve sighed, “you really don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d like this, I’m sorry. I just thought—”
“Woah,” Bucky interjected. “Hang on, I never said I didn’t like it. I just… I guess I don’t know why you want — why you think I deserved—”
“—You don’t know why I think you deserved to be pampered, Buck?” Steve interrupted, incredulous. “Really? After you just worked your ass off at work for months to finish a project that no one else could have even dreamed of doing? The technology that Tony’s been yapping to me about since before I even knew you?”
“It’s still technically in R&D,” Bucky muttered, blushing. Steve had always been supportive and enthusiastic about Bucky’s engineering work, but it still never ceased to make him feel a little bashful when Steve got to actually raving about him and his skills.
“Yeah, and the finished product is going to be amazing, because Bucky fucking Barnes developed it.”
Bucky laughed and fiddled with a thread on his sweater.
“You… you’re sure? I’ve never really been to a spa like that before, and it looked really nice on Google…”
“And it will be nice for you, which is exactly what I want.”
“Stevie…” Bucky smiled to himself and shook his head, a little at a loss for words. “I really was going to come home and help, you know. It takes more than two hands to put up some of those bigger fixtures.”
“Doesn’t have to be your hands, though. That’s why Sam is here.” Sure enough, in the background of the phone call Bucky suddenly heard Sam’s voice, hollering something that sounded a lot like, ‘go get a fucking rub down, Barnes!’.
Steve chuckled, and then Bucky thought he could hear him walking away.
“Also…” Steve said, volume lower, “last night, you put a plug in your ass and begged me to nail you on Tony’s conference room table. I think treating my baby to a spa appointment is the least I can do when you’ve just fulfilled multiple fantasies I didn’t even know I had.”
Bucky barked out a laugh at that. He looked down at the clock on his new smart watch—another gift from Steve—and realized that he really did have to head for the train if he was actually going to do this. He stood up and grabbed his bag.
“Alright… alright,” he conceded. Steve’s smile was almost audible through the phone. “You’ve convinced me. Thank you, Stevie.”
“No thanks necessary, baby. I wish you would let me treat you like this all the time, but I’ll take what I can get.”
Finally walking out onto the cold and busy sidewalk, Bucky was just about to say his goodbye and hang up when Steve chimed in again.
“By the way, I just put in a call to Tony. You’ll be hearing from him very soon.”
Bucky’s stomach dropped. “Shit. Did he figure out what we did? I mean, cleanup was a bitch, and we definitely had to throw away that undershirt after using it as towel, but I think we did a pretty good job covering our tracks? God, I’m gonna be in such deep shit with him—”
“No, nothing like that,” Steve chuckled. “I mean, there’s no way he doesn’t know, but he also knows damn well that he better come to me first if he’s got a problem with it. Besides… He probably considers it payback.”
“Payback? For what?”
“A story for another time,” Steve promised. “Are you at the station yet?”
“I’m walking there right now.”
“Alright, I’ll let you go. Have a relaxing time, baby. You deserve it. And use your time there, okay? I don’t want to see you home before six. Hell— keep ‘em ‘till they close, if you can manage it.”
“Okay,” Bucky laughed. “Thank you, Steve. Seriously… and I love you.”
“I love you, too, and I really love you when you let me spoil you.” Bucky could practically hear Steve wink. “Bye, honey.”
As Bucky walked the familiar route to the subway station, his phone dinged again, this time from Tony.
[2:44 P.M.] Tiny Snark: I literally cannot look at your face after what you did to my conference room with your jackass boyfriend.
[2:44 P.M.] Tiny Snark: Do not come in tomorrow.
[2:45 P.M.] Tiny Snark: Consider it extra paid vacation, you disgusting pond scum.
[2:45 P.M.] Tiny Snark: Seriously. I better not see you or your vile beau again until January.
Bucky probably looked like an idiot laughing so hard alone in public, but he didn’t care.
[2:46 P.M.] Sent: Thanks Tony. Merry Christmas.
[2:47 P.M.] Tiny Snark: Yeah, and Happy fucking New Year.
Bucky stuffed his phone in his pocket and abandoned himself to his thoughts as he jogged down the steps into the station, marveling at the wonder that was his boyfriend. Sometimes, he still could not believe that Steve was his. Steve—who had not only been a supportive partner to Bucky from the very beginning, but who was also a powerful and attentive lover, and—most importantly—the single greatest source of Bucky’s joy. By the time he reached the subway platform, waiting for the train, the sudden enormity of his gratitude for Steve had begun to bubble up and spread within the depths of Bucky’s chest, and he felt fit to combust with it. He had to remind himself just to breathe.
How had he gotten so lucky?
***
I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek! Their relationship is about to head in a very special direction, starting in this chapter.
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Dancing with the Stars
3/8/40 LC, Past midnight
We’ve been here on our vacation for a few days and some interesting things have happened during them.
When we arrived Thursday, we had our own little beach party to kick off the vacation. During this time, we found out that Pridion is dating a beautiful Kaldorei woman (who is the dominant one in their relationship), and that Sam has been afflicted by the Worgen Curse.
Friday, we spent most of the day hanging out at the beach. I talked to Sam about my plans for the vacation, and any potential hookups I might find while we’re here.
I had a swim to think about them, and come upon the decision that, for my long-term goals, I’ll look for someone that respects and communicates with me, and that otherwise, I’ll let the cards fall where they may, regardless of who I end up falling in love with. However, for the short-term, I told him I’d just be looking to get laid to satisfy him, but kept to myself that it’d be more of a chance to test the waters and see where things may go.
While Sam and I were talking, Darioch came by and relaxed with us for a bit. After Sam had left, he and I talked for a few hours about our relationships, how they were going, and how we hoped they would go in the future. I told him that I was potentially interested in Istins or Melwyn and why, and he told me what he thought about either of them. I also told him my feelings about Ardan, and he advised me that I should talk with him about how I felt when we got back, even if he didn’t feel the same way and ended up staying with Lily.
I also found out something about Dare and his relationship with Nasira that I won’t write here, on the chance that someone finds this journal and reads it (if you are, you should be ashamed of yourself).
When evening rolled around, Sam, Lt. Witherseed, and I faced off against Thaddeus, Alison, and Spears in a beer pong competition and won 10 to 8. Those of us left after the game went up to the steam pools to play a few rounds of Two Truths 1 Lie, and I may have gotten more than a little carried away with my drinking.
Saturday was left open, so most of us stuck to ourselves, which was nice because I was nursing a hangover for most of the day. Eventually, once my headache was gone, I managed to take some time to go out, relax on the beach, run a few laps, and have a nice swim.
Today was more of the standard beach fare: running along the coast, swimming laps, sunbathing, talking with friends. A group on the other side of the beach celebrating one of their birthdays. Things like that.
When evening rolled around, our group went into Kingsport for a few hours for a change of scenery. We stopped at some of the market stalls and had a bit of a browse (nothing good caught my eye), went into a seafood restaurant and had an overall okay dinner, had a glass of red wine that got me pretty messed up (I don’t even remember it being that strong), went to the dock for a nice view of the nighttime ocean where we almost killed a group of actors because they were dressed as pirates, then went into a dance hall to finish off the night.
When we got to the top floor of the dance hall, the music playing a bit more relaxed than we were anticipating, but that didn’t stop some of the couples from taking to the dance floor, though there were more than a few of us singles who mostly stayed to the outer edge.
I saw Melwyn was dancing by herself, so I took the chance, and asked her to dance with me. Thankfully, she agreed, and we talked as we danced, though she mainly asked questions about me: how long I’ve been with the 1st, why I joined them, how long I’ve been a mage. I think my answers kept her interested, because she kept asking, at least.
She asked if I was originally from Stormwind, and at first I only told her it was a bit of a story, and we might not have time for it. She pulled me in to dance with her, and convinced me to go on. So, I told her: how I came to be raised by the goblins on Kezan, our fleeing the island, both Hellscream and the Bilgewater Cartel casting me out, and how I found myself alone wandering the forests of Ashenvale when I was picked up by a sentinel patrol. She eagerly listened, and when I was done, she said that I was better off with the Alliance. I said I was glad to be, as otherwise I wouldn’t have been here to enjoy the moment, implying that I was enjoying my time with her.
I think she was, too, but Kaldorei don’t really make it easy to get a read on their feelings, though I guess that comes with the territory of living for hundreds and thousands of years. The dance ended, and she had to go to tend to her owl. I told her that next time we talked, we could talk more about her, as I didn’t get the chance to ask her anything tonight. She agreed, and left the building, leaving me there breathless and wanting more...
I think Sam must’ve caught on to how I was feeling, because even as he and Mera danced, he asked me if I was alright. I got my head out of the clouds long enough to tell him I was fine, and that I was just thinking. I don’t think he was quite satisfied with that answer, but didn’t press further.
We left the dance hall not too long after, took a carriage back to the resort, and we all went our separate ways for the night.
Melwyn is... a mystery to me, as of writing this. I don’t know much about her, but there’s something there that’s calling to me, almost begging me to find out more about her. I think she’s still considered young by Kaldorei standards, but, she’s a Captain of the Crescent Glaive. Surely, she’s done quite a few good things to have gotten to that position so young (by their standards, anyways; she’s probably got a few centuries on me, or nearly any other human).
...
Dammit. I think I’m falling for her, as well. But, I still feel something for Ardan... right?
... I don’t think I know anymore...
Mera did a tarot card reading for me, before we left. One of them sprang forth from the deck, and she drew two more. My cards were the inversed Justice (dishonesty & corruption), the Three of Wands (moving abroad), and the Hanged Man (sacrifice). One piece of advice she gave me after the reading? “The Hanged Man holds his own rope, and is free to let go at any time.”
I think... in order to move on, I have to ultimately let go of my feelings for Ardan, and to not force him to choose between either Lily or me. Then, I will be free.
Shit. I’ve never been one for the dramatic arts, but fuck me if joining the 1st hasn’t brought out that part of me. Heh.
At any rate, tomorrow we’ll have another day to ourselves, and then we’ll be doing... something, during the evening. They have us vote during the day on what we want to do that evening, and they tell us what we’ll be doing as a group based on what the most people voted for.
I’ve never learned how to play marmotball, but it sounds like a fun, if mindless, way to spend an evening. Should be fun. Maybe if we get done early, we’ll finish up our beer pong tournament from Friday.
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Journal Entry from March 13, 2021
March 13, 2021 2:53 PM
I just got back from my morning run and I’m currently sitting by my pool while writing this. My new masks came in today!! Just in time before my run too. I was so excited to use them and show them off. I got a pack of disposable masks with some cute little flower designs. On my run, I was thinking about how it has exactly been one year since the day I got let out of school for the COVID-19 outbreak. It is currently March 13, 2021.
March 13, 2020 was the day everything changed. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was filled with joy and happiness when I heard the announcements over the speakers. I thought it was going to be such a nice two week break from school where I can do anything I want and hang out with all my friends. I was so naive. In the early months of 2020, I saw and heard the words corona virus and Wuhan, China being thrown all over the news and social media. I watched videos of hospitals being built in China and people crying over their family’s health. I didn’t think much of it. I thought I was safe and just carried on with my daily life of going to school and swim practice, and hanging out with my friends. In my head I thought carelessly that “People are smart. They’ll find a way to contain this in no time,” but that was far from the truth. It’s been a whole year and we are still being affected by this virus. It’s haunting us.
One year ago today, I remember going home and excitedly telling my parents that I have a two week break! My friends and I were making plans to go eat at all of our favorite spots during this “coronacation.” Before we were even able to do anything, the first case appeared in our county. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t understand how it even happened. It felt like a fever dream. My parents didn’t want me going anywhere or meeting anyone. We had to stay in our houses for not only our safety, but the safety of others as well. My mom still had to go to work. At the time, I remember she had a whole routine after work where she disinfected everything before she came in the house. I thought she was being a bit extra and silly, but now I do the same routine every time I enter my house. Oh how the times have changed.
A couple days after, the first death happened in our state. This is when I knew things were getting serious and I started to worry even more. I read somewhere that older adults with any thoracic cancers such as mesothelioma or lung cancer had the highest risk for developing complications with the virus. My grandpa has lung cancer, so of course I started stressing out. We couldn’t go visit my grandparents, which broke my heart. We would just drive by in our car and leave cute little gifts and baked goods for them on their porch while they watched through the window. It was hard, it was heartbreaking, but we knew that this was the best thing to do in order to keep my grandparents safe. Now during this time, my paternal grandparents were on a 6 month vacation in Vietnam. Vietnam didn’t have many cases at the time, but they still booked the first flight home. I haven’t seen them since they came back because they live in Massachusetts, but it was nice to know that they were in the safety of their own home.
Governor Tom Wolf closed all non-essential businesses and schools indefinitely. My mom got laid off from her work and didn’t have a job. I am so grateful that we are fortunate enough to still be able to have money to get food and pay our bills at the time. People were panic buying. It was scary to walk down the empty aisles of the grocery store. It gave an unsettling feeling in my stomach. People were fighting over toilet paper. They were crying over the fact that they wouldn’t be able to provide for their families and feed their children. My heart broke for the people who weren’t as fortunate as I was, so my family and I donated whenever we could. Looking back on this, there really was no reason to panic buy and stock up. Some families had eight children to feed and they were struggling while families of four had a pantry and fridge full of extra food. You would go to the store and see people with five carts filled with food. Now, they have a limit on food supplies because we are running low.
As for school, it got cancelled for the rest of the year. I wasn’t that phased about switching to online school. I was fortunate enough to have a laptop provided by my school, so I was able to adapt to online learning pretty easily. It was only my sophomore year, so in my opinion I lucked out. I’m not saying I was blowing off my grades and not giving care in the world, but I’m glad that it wasn’t my junior or senior year. I couldn’t imagine the stress of being a junior or senior during that time. Juniors had the stress of SATs and AP exams. Seniors missed their big milestone in their life of being able to walk across the stage and graduate. They missed their last prom, their last sporting events, and they missed probably the best three months of their senior year. There was nothing anyone could do about it. The pandemic was on a rise and we couldn’t stop it.
I’m in my junior year right now. Schooling is a bit different than it was before. We do something called “blended learning.” The idea started in Texas, and now it just became a reality for everyone. We do both online school and physical school except it is on a block schedule. For example, I go into the school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I do school online. This schedule is the same for half the student body. For the other half of the students, their schedules are reversed. This prevents overcrowding in schools. The classrooms have changed the set up of desks. The desks are no longer organized in rows. Instead, they’re only about eight desks spread six feet apart across the classroom. The days we get to go into class are generally the days we get to ask our teachers questions about assignments they have posted. We also have to take all quizzes and tests in school to ensure there is no cheating. If you told me a year ago this was how school worked now, I wouldn’t have believed you, but the sad truth is, it’s reality for everyone now..
Life now is completely different than how it was a year ago. The corona virus had a big impact on our day to day life. They haven’t been able to find the vaccine for the virus yet, but there aren’t as many new cases popping up. Any job that was able to, moved to online. Restaurants are still only doing delivery and pick up orders. Major cities are not as crowded anymore and Disney isn’t even open yet.
We are still taking precautions up to this day. Everywhere we go, we have to make sure we stay at least six feet apart. We have to wear masks and gloves everywhere we go whether we’re going on a run, to the store, or even a family member’s house. If you are caught without a mask and gloves, you will get fined by the police. Even though we are allowed to go out and do whatever we want, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels like there’s an empty void that needs to be filled.
I’ve learned to appreciate the little things like the times I get to hang out with my friends and family. I’ve learned to not go on my phone and actually talked to them. Quarantine was a rough time. I didn’t realize how much I missed just being able to see my friends face to face everyday. I was bored out of my mind. That was actually the time I started to write in a journal because it helped keep me sane. I didn’t have my friends to talk to everyday, so I just spilled my thoughts and worries out on the paper. I found new hobbies during quarantine. I always loved baking and cooking, but during that time I was really able to improve my culinary skills. Especially with not being able to go to the store all the time and using items in the pantry, I was able to get really creative. Another thing I picked up in quarantine was running. I never really liked running just because I am a swimmer and the water is where I thrive, but I learned to actually love it. There is a dike near my house that is 3.25 miles long. Whenever I felt like it, I would go on the dike and run. In the beginning, I wasn’t able to even run a mile, but soon enough, I was able to run the whole 6.5 miles. I kind of just added that to my daily lifestyle and to be honest it feels amazing. My family and I would go on a walk after dinner just to cure our boredom. Every once in a while, we would just get in the car and drive. We never knew where we were going, but we were on the road for hours with the windows down and listening to music. We would come back home and have a movie or game night to end the day. Quarantine brought my family even closer than we were before. Even though it prevented me from doing a lot of stuff, there were still positive things that came out of it. Quarantine lasted until about the middle of September 2020. When it was lifted, no one knew how to act. My friends and I went to all of our favorite spots like we said we would before quarantine started and cried the first time we were able to hang out. We made new friends everywhere we went and never took anything for granted again.
Actually, in a couple hours, I’m going to my friend’s lake. It’s only going to be a couple of us and I’m so excited. The water is still cold since it is only March, but we’re setting up a campfire and having a projector project a movie onto his garage door. We’re watching Tangled, which is the best movie of all time, and making smores. I’m going to take a nice long bath now and get ready to have the best night of my life surrounded by the people I love.
See ya tomorrow!
Twittany
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Chapter 24 of SFV
Chapter 24 - Day 2: Passing Ships
(2:50pm)
"Here we are, Stoppable troops! South Dakota!" Kim exclaimed as the Stoppable-mobile crossed the state line from Nebraska to South Dakota. "We are going to enjoy a full week of family time and good turkey!"
She then asked her husband.
"Ron, can you check and see if the lemon squares are still good in the back?"
Ron peered his head and saw the container that had the squares.
"They're good so far, KS!" Ron replied.
"Good! We need to make sure they do not get smushed up by any means."
"So that means we're here?" Justin asked from the back seat.
"Nope!" Kim said with a smile, "We still have about 3 1/2 hours of driving left."
"AWWWWWWW!"
Both the Stoppable kids moaned in the back seat, for they were going to have to deal with nothing but the boring South Dakota prairie all around them.
(French Narrator: 30 minutes later)
The Stoppable-mobile continued its way onward up US 83 north to get to Murdo, which was an hour away from their current point. They had just passed the small 1,000-soul town of Mission.
Kim put her hands on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the rubber. It was relatively peaceful in the van with the rest of the Stoppables sound asleep It seems that all of the issues of the first day and the whole issue with the camper's tire today was behind them.
All of a sudden, she then heard the motor of a convertible. She had not seen a car on 83 for a good solid 15 miles.
Huh? Who could that be in this patch of God-forsaken-knows where?
Looking behind her, Kim saw the convertible, red in color, coming from behind. It was going at least the speed limit, which was 65 miles an hour. The motor of the car didn't wake up the other Stoppables because they were in a deep sleep. The convertible finally caught up to the minivan in the other lane because a) there were no other cars around for miles and b) there was no solid line, so other cars could pass the Stoppable-mobile.
Kim then studied the well-built young man. She estimated him to be in his late-20s, early 30s, He was very well-built, toned, and muscular and was smiling at her. He was also wearing a white tank top to show off the said muscular frame of his and baggy jeans that were a size too big for him, for it showed off his green tartan boxers and he was wearing said jeans below his buttocks.
But the two physical traits that were a dead giveaway to whom he was were a) his blue eyes and b) those frosted tips that he still styled on his hair.
It can't be!
Kim couldn't believe her eyes. Deep within the recesses of her memory bank, she finally knew who he was.
It was none other than her old crush: Joshua Wendell Mankey. This was the first time in almost 13 years that the two had seen each other face to face.
Kim exactly recalled the last time she had seen...or heard about...Josh.
(late-March 2006)
It seemed so quiet and peaceful within the hallowed halls at Middleton High. Kim, a junior at that point like the rest of her friends, grabbed her books from her locker. She didn't have to worry much with cheer practice now that both football and basketball seasons were over so practices were scaled back to just twice a week as opposed to four times a week. But something else occupied the student body at the high school, a four-letter word that elicits beautiful dresses and young boys on the verge of becoming men in tuxedos in a matter of the next three weeks.
Prom.
Everyone else,especially the cheer squad, was trying to figure out who was going to date whom. The star QB, Brick Flagg, was absolutely no contest. It was Bonnie whom was going to take him to the prom, though she wished he would stop staring at the girl with the giant hoops at the mall. As for Jessica, she was with Steve Foley. And for Tara, she had Josh Mankey by her side. For Kim, though, she was SOL. Her missions of saving the world from maniacal villains with global conquest dreams left her very little time in the way of dating. Bonnie, of course, mocked Kim endlessly for this, but the redhead usually ignored her banter.
Jessica, that day, came up to Kim and asked, "Heya, Kim!"
"Hey, Jess! What's the sitch?" Kim asked.
"Oh, you know that we have that chemistry test coming up on Friday, right?" Jess questioned.
"Yeah, I recall Barkin saying something about that. No need to worry, though. I'm going to ace it!" Kim exclaimed.
"Well, I got a text from Ron saying that he may need some help studying." Jess said, pulling out a text from her flipphone of Ron asking for help.
"That's so not like him." Kim said, "He's usually...how do I put it in his words...chillaxin' to a Scamper and Bitey marathon or challenging Rufus to a nacho stacking contest at Bueno Nacho."
"He may have had a change of heart as of late." Jess replied. "He and Tara need help in Chemistry class: Ron from a D to a C and Tara from a C to a B. So I have come up with the idea of a study group to help the both of them out."
"Yes..." Kim replied, knowing that one of the only classes Tara was struggling in her junior year was Chemistry. "...that is a very excellent idea! Why don't we gather at my house for Thursday night before that test on Friday!"
"Sure! What about 6pm?" Jess asked for a time.
"Sounds spankin' to me!" Kim replied, "And can you send a text to her, Monique, Zita and Felix about it as well!
"Sure do!" Jess replied.
(A couple of days later)
"Do we have everyone on board?" Kim asked. It was Thursday evening in front of her house and the sun was going down.
"I'm more than ready to take on Barkin's Chemistry test tomorrow..." Ron said, holding his chemistry book, "...I hope." Rufus, from his pocket, was holding the periodic table.
"I think we do." Zita said. She looked around and saw herself, Felix, Kim, Ron, Monique and Jessica.
"Wait, girl, we're missing one!" Monique exclaimed, "Where's Tara?"
"Dunno...come to think of it, I haven't seen her at school all day." Jess added with concern for her cheer friend.
Kim then felt a rumble from her cell.
"I'll get that!" she said, opening up her phone.
It was a text from Tara saying: Kim, meet me in the treehouse at my house. Bring only Ron and Monique with you.
"Guess me, Ron and Mon will have to head to Tara's to see what's the matter with her." Kim said.
"But what about us?" Zita asked, looking at Felix and Jess.
"We'll meet you three at my room." Kim replied, "Right now, Tara's sitch is more important...whatever it is..."
(10 minutes later)
Kim, Ron, and Monique came to the Queen house. Monique was the first to knock on the door.
Mrs. Amelda Queen opened it.
"Oh heya, Mrs. Queen!" Monique said, waving her hand. "Is Tara around?"
Amelda said, sighing, "The poor thing has been in her tree house ever since last night. Me and Paul were trying to figure out what it was, but all we heard was sobbing from there."
"We'll investigate what it is that's bugging her!" Kim replied. "If there is anyone in our group that has known Tara longer, it's me."
The trio then reached the backyard where Tara's treehouse was.
"Tara? You up there?" Kim asked.
Her question was answered by the sound of sobs.
Recognizing the sound, the trio climbed up the stairs to where Tara was at.
"Tara? What's the sitch?" Kim asked.
Tara's normally carefully prepared wavy blond hair was all messed up. Tears were streaming down her face. She had eaten very little since last night.
"Hey...Kim..." the blonde cheerleader said with a sniffle, trying to wipe away her tars. She then tried to articulate a name.
"J...J...J...J..."
Tara then finally screamed it out loud.
"JOSH MANKEY BROKE UP WITH MEEEEEEEEE!"
She cried loudly into Kim's arms.
(5 minutes later)
After her crying subsided, Kim gave Tara another tissue. The latter blew into it and tossed it aside. Tissues were all over the place around the treehouse.
"He was kissing another girl during Spring Break while me and the family took him to the beach. Apparently Josh was more interested in girls wearing bikinis than my one-kini..." Tara explained, tears still streaming down her eyes, "When I confronted him about this at the hotel, he told me that our relationshp was done and told me to kiss a horse's butthole, to put it mildly. He transferred to Lowerton High after that."
Kim shuddered, "And to think...I had a crush on that blue-eyed cheat!"
(end of flashback)
And now, all this time later, the 'cheat' that she was referring to was now driving on a US highway, all muscular and making goo-goo eyes at her.
Kim then looked at the now-muscular Josh and then back at her husband, still asleep, picking his nose and eating the mucus in his mouth, unaware of what was going on with his wife.
Heya, Kim! It's been a very long while! Josh mouthed without articulating any sound.
Kim, an expert at reading lips, replied sternly, also not making a sound to wake up Ron.
What the Hell do you want, Josh? I do not have time for this! I am on vacation.
Wanna spend some time with me? he said silently.
Sorry, Josh, I'm taken! Kim replied with a sarcastic smirk, showing off her wedding band, Thanks for the offer though!
We'll see about that! Josh said with a wink of his eye as he pulled away from the Stoppable-mobile. The license plate, California by the design of it, had the plate of LUV ME on it.
Kim just gave a look of disgust and kept on driving the Stoppable-mobile.
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Eglantine - I wound to heal
Prompt: Hanahaki Disease, except there’s no happy ending.
(You all deserve better, but I’m not the one who can give that to you. This is all I have.)
(PS: Eglantine is a really cute flower and in flower language according to some website it means “I wound to heal.” So very on brand for this fic.)
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Hanahaki disease is a usually fatal diagnosis in which the person grows flowers for their unrequited love in their chest. These flowers, if not removed by reciprocation of said love or surgery, will eventually kill the affected person. The surgery is usually effective, but it is rarely undertaken as it has a side effect of removing the ability of the previously diseased person to love romantically, familially and platonically. The decision to live without love after Hanahaki disease is a difficult one, but support groups exist for survivors. To find groups in your area…
Stephen throws the pastel pamphlet down onto the library table and is immediately seized by another coughing fit. Wong stands and reaches for Stephen, but Stephen pushes him away pointing to the pamphlet with one shaking hand while the other tries to cover his mouth and catch the beginnings of tiny purple petals dislodged by his cough.
Wong looks uncertainly at Stephen, obviously wanting to be of some help, but he follows Stephen’s instructions and picks up the pamphlet, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
“What is this? Hanahaki disease? Stephen-” The coughing fit finally ends and Stephen produces a handful of purple lilac petals, mixed with new yellow petals that he hadn’t been coughing up that morning.
“I’m sick, Wong. I need you to find someone to fill in for you for a couple of days.”
Wong just stares at the petals in Stephen’s hands, seeing but not understanding how his friend who seemed so indifferent could be afflicted with the love disease of all things. He looks back down at the pamphlet, aptly titled, “The Choice to Have Surgery” and then back at the hopeless petals, still free of blood.
“It’s not too late, not if I get it taken care of now.” Stephen is panting, out of breath from his coughing fit, and Wong offers him a chair. Stephen collapses into it gratefully, locking the door to the library magically so they aren’t disturbed. “We just lost the Ancient One, I can’t afford to die.”
“You know the consequences?” Wong asks, watching the discarded petals fall into the trashcan by his desk while Stephen resolutely doesn’t look at them.
“I do. Better Loveless than dead.”
“Have you explored every other option?” Wong raises an eyebrow at him and Stephen rolls his eyes.
“There are no other options Wong. I need someone to be there while the perform the surgery in case of complications, and Christine can’t know. Please.” The platitude is so uncharacteristic that Wong makes up his mind to help without even considering it. Stephen is doing his best to look determined but Wong can read the fear in his eyes.
“I will find someone to attend to the library. Schedule the operation.”
Stephen nodded, slumping even further in his chair. Wong expected Stephen to leave now that he had what he wanted, but Stephen just closes his eyes, forcing his breathing to even out. The last time Stephen looked this ragged was when he was just coming to Kamar Taj. It was a sad sight to see.
“If you wish to talk, I will be here.”
Stephen smiles but doesn’t open his eyes. “Thank you, Wong.”
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He schedules the removal for a boring nothing sort of Thursday, and he tries not to criticize the doctors operating on him too much. He can’t help but offer commentary as they prep him for surgery until they put him under. He knows they must be glad to anaesthetize him.
He wakes up and he doesn’t really feel any different. Wong is seated beside his hospital bed, and he’s apparently been awake several times already, but can’t remember it. Stephen checks to make sure he can still use his magic and move his limbs before he asks Wong what the doctors said.
“They said it was successful, you may still have a few petals, but they should pass once you’ve finished healing.” Wong’s eyes are sympathetic and Stephen can’t find it in him to care.
“Good. Thank you. You can leave now if you want to.” Stephen doesn’t have any more immediate need for Wong, and he’s needed to fulfill his post at the library.
“Are you sure? I can stay a little longer.” There’s a searching in Wong’s eyes, and whatever he’s looking for he must come up empty, because he frowns. Maybe he sees the Lovelessness in Stephen.
“I’m sure. Go back to Kamar Taj.” He smiles, because it will placate the man, and Wong nods then gets up to leave.
Stephen watches him leave and feels a subtle twinge of emptiness. An absence of platonic love, maybe. It was strange to think he could feel that way towards Wong and never notice it, but he hadn’t noticed that he loved Tony Stark until he started coughing up lilacs. Maybe Stephen didn’t know himself as well as he liked to think he did. Well, at least now there were fewer things to know.
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Stephen hasn’t even been in recovery for twelve hours when a jaunty spider child knocks on the window his hospital room and lets himself in. “Hiya Doctor Strange! Mr. Stark said that his weird keep-track-of-people algorithm saw you had been checked into a hospital and he wanted me to check on you.” He closes the window behind him and then checks that the room is clear before removing his mask and taking out his hoodie and track pants from his bag to redress. “Everything okay?” The kid doesn’t look worried, which meant Tony had probably told him not to worry, which meant Tony had probably hacked into his hospital records. What an asshole.
“I’m alright, Peter, just some minor elective surgery. Everything went well and they’re releasing me in the morning.”
“Elective surgery?” The boy asks, taking the chair Wong had vacated twelve hours previous. “What for? Did you get your appendix removed?” He tilts his head like he’s trying to think of what other kinds of elective surgery Stephen might have.
Stephen feels that pang of emptiness again, the empty space where love used to be for a child he watches die a too many deaths.
“It’s really not any of your business Peter.” He smiles, because it’s important to keep up appearances now that he’s Loveless, and Peter seems to believe him, because he just smiles back.
“Mr. Stark said you’d say that, but that I should be persistent. So… do you wanna tell me now?” Peter’s face is bright and wide open, knitted together by a thousand watt smile and persistence. It’s kind of nice to see, though it doesn’t draw up the same feelings of warmth that it once did.
“No, I don’t, because it’s still not any of your business.” He props himself up a little farther in the hospital bed so maybe the kid will take him seriously. “Tell Tony that he needs to stop sending his ward to spy on me.”
“I’m not his ward.” Peter wrinkled his eyebrows and Stephen laughs, not unkindly, at the disgruntled face.
“Go, Peter, I’m fine. Besides, it’s a school night.”
Now Peter’s forehead crumples as his eyes narrow beneath furrowed brows. “It’s Friday, Mr. Strange.”
“It’s very late Thursday night. Go. I’m sure your aunt is worried about you.”
Peter tries to stifle a yawn that only proved Stephen’s point while he shakes his head. “She doesn’t even know I’m gone. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me?”
“I’m sure. Go home.”
Peter purses his lips but eventually conceded. “Alright. Well, get well soon Doctor Strange.” He turns to climb out the window and then stops, “oh wait!” He slings his backpack down into the chair he’s been using and rifles through it for a tiny, bright pink, stuffed bear. “That’s from Mr. Stark.” He sets the bear down on the side table. “He says it’s a get well present.” He nods like his business is done and then turns to leave again. “Bye for real Doctor Strange.” He climbs out the window and closes it behind him, turning back to wave before he swings away on webs of his own design.
Stephen smiles, amused Peter’s antics, and then reaches for the bear. “Get well soon, huh?” He raises an eyebrow at the glassy eyes and looks straight into them while he speaks. “Doesn’t Pepper have some kind of understanding with you about boundaries?”
Stephen’s phone rings on the bedside table and he knows that this is the true test. If the surgery was successful then when Tony talks to him he’ll be entirely unaffected. Even now thinking about Tony leaves an empty ache that the doctors promised would dissipate as he healed, just like the last of the petals.
He makes an inquisitive face at the bear when he sees the caller ID is Stark.
“You sent a child with a bear to spy on me, don’t you have any shame?” Stephen laughs, but it’s not tinged with the vibrant sadness that it used to be. He’s laughing more at the ridiculous situation than at Tony doing it.
“Yes, but I refuse to acknowledge it. Look, you took yourself off the roster for the week and then I found out you were having surgery? I was worried.”
“Needlessly. It was an elective surgery, totally safe. I’m fine.” He set the beat back down on the night table, pointing it’s camera eyes toward the window like a little pink guard bear.
“Well, how was I supposed to know that?”
“You say that like you didn’t hack into the hospital records to find out exactly what I had done.”
“Haha! I didn’t!” Tony sounds too proud of himself for doing something that should really be considered common decency.
“I’m actually surprised by that.” Pleasantly surprised now that there was no need to explain to his married unrequited love that he’d had a surgery to end his Hanahaki disease. Tony would just blame himself, like he had any control of Stephen’s feelings.
“Well, I’m full of surprises. We still on for lunch, Saturday? Pepper is really excited about being able to go to Paris for lunch without increasing her carbon footprint.”
“Sure. I should be discharged by tomorrow.”
“Great! See you then, Gandalf.”
Tony hung up before Stephen could get in a retort. He snorted and then set his phone down on the table by the bear. He could feel a hollow space in his chest where his love for Tony used to be, this one a more painful ache than the two he’s felt before it. Like the feeling of having air caught somewhere it shouldn’t be an a stabbing ache. Coupled with the return of feeling to the place where they’d opened his chest cavity to remove the deadly flowers, Stephen felt horrible, but at least now he wasn’t going to die. That was the important thing. He couldn’t afford to leave the world unprotected. Earth wasn’t prepared for a world without Stephen Strange, but it wouldn’t miss Stephen Strange’s capacity to love.
And neither would Stephen.
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Chapter 7: "Winking faces aren't to be taken lightly."
Chapter Summary:
Slamming the container of hot and sour soup to the counter, Bakugo growled, “I swear to god, shitty hair…”
“Don’t blame me,” he told him merrily. “You answered the phone, so come on. Tell your best friend Eijirou what happened.”
Things like this reminded him why he needed a new best friend. “You seriously don’t have anything better to do?”
Uraraka wasn’t quite sure how long she’d been staring at the message. She’d somehow managed to pull herself from the floor of the workroom and walk toward the faculty offices with some of her dignity intact. “I, uh-” Her knuckles gently tapped against the door as she poked her head into Aizawa’s office. “I’m about to head out for the day.”
“Hm,” Aizawa nodded, glancing up from his papers on the desk for a second to look at her.
She swallowed loudly, casting her eyes to the ceiling as she tried to pretend her face wasn’t still redder than a ripe tomato.
“Did you get the first year packets started?”
Times like this made her thankful her teacher/advisor was so uninterested in the personal happenings of her class. “Yeah, I’m about halfway through putting them together. I should have them all done before the end of tomorrow, so then I can move to inventory.”
“Good,” he told her as he set his eyes back to the computer screen. “Have you given any thought to assisting with Intro to Combat?”
“I-”
“Have my ears deceived?” All Might’s voice boomed as he approached the office door standing behind Uraraka. “Is young Uraraka joining us to teach the first year students combat skills?”
She didn’t have to look behind her to know All Might had a mile wide grin on his face. “I am actually-”
“Excellent!”
“But I hope nothing in my schedule will conflict with the class time.”
“It won’t,” Aizawa assured, standing up from his desk with a lazy stretch. “Not unless you’re planning on taking Psychology 309 or Level 1 First Aid.”
“I won’t be taking either of those,” Uraraka confirmed with a small laugh as she nervously scratched the back of her head. She’d already taken Level 1 First Aid and she wasn’t interested in the psychology elective.
“Then you’ll be able to join us for Intro to Combat at 7 AM on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Aizawa grinned wickedly.
“7 AM?!”
All Might chuckled, “It was almost at six.”
Yikes. “Will I be the only student helping?”
“No. Ojiro will also be working with students for his work-study assignment,” Aizawa informed her. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to get some third year students to help with tests and exams.”
“I’m sure I could talk to a few people when the time comes,” Uraraka nodded with a little chuckle. “I know Deku and Iida wouldn’t mind helping if they’re free.” They still laughed about Iida’s performance as a villain in their first combat exercise at U.A. and, personally, Uraraka would love to see him reprise the role.
“We’re probably going to want a variety to really assess their knowledge,” Aizawa murmured, curling a thoughtful hand underneath his chin.
“We’ve got months before we have to worry about exams.” All Might shook his head as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Actually,” Aizawa started a dangerous smirk appearing. “I thought it would interesting if we started the first class with the first year students facing off against the third year students at Ground Gamma.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
“No.”
Of course he didn’t.
“I’m curious to see what students do if we drop them there with no explanation and tell class 3-A to attack them.” Aizawa shrugged casually. “I’d like to see what they’re capable of. It would be nice to see what students are already coming with and how many of them hesitate.”
“We’ll have to remind our third years not to go too far,” All Might chuckled good-naturedly. “I don’t think they would but-”
“Hey! It’s time to go!” Present Mic hollered stepping into the office waving his arms frantically. “What is everyone still doing here?!”
“We were talking about the upcoming year.”
“Do that during office hours tomorrow,” Present Mic shook his head, hands splayed against the doorframe. “I just had to kick Kirishima and Bakugo out of here. You’d think these kids would appreciate their break but I guess their mentors aren’t teaching them good habits.”
“Kirishima had to get some paperwork,” Uraraka explained, ignoring the mention of Bakugo.
Present Mic frowned, “He didn’t get any papers. He was waiting for Bakugo while he talked to you in the workroom.”
Oh. “Uh-” She gulped feeling her face redden as the three faculty members stared at her.
“What have I told you about picking on my work study?” Aizawa sighed wearily. “I don’t need you scaring this one off.”
“What?!” Present Mic screeched with a grin. “I’m just here reporting the facts as they are. As an English Teacher, I am offended by you questioning my journalistic integrity.”
“You’re being nosey.”
“Can you blame me?! I didn’t see this one coming, I mean her and Mid-”
“Okay, I think whatever young Bakugo wanted to talk to her about isn’t our business,” All Might stated, looking at Uraraka with mirth twinkling in his eyes.
“I gotta go,” she mumbled, bowing deeply to hide her embarrassment. Uraraka quickly took off out of the room, rushing past Present Mic.
Aizawa sighed, closing his eyes, “Hizashi, I swear if I lose another work-study-”
“I didn’t chase the others away! And come on!” Present Mic teased, leaning into the room with a mischievous smile. “You’re not even a little bit curious?”
“No.”
“Really!? She’s your work study and your advisee-”
“Not my business.”
“You told her she was working too hard.” He sighed, leaning an elbow to his friend’s shoulder with a happy grin. “You care, don’t say that you don’t.”
Aizawa sighed, eyes rolling before settling to All Might. “You have nothing to say about this?”
“Not at all,” All Might beamed.
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Uraraka had left the main building with speeds that rivaled one of Iida’s best Recipro Bursts reaching the dorms in record time. Only a few of her classmates had chosen not to return home during their two week vacation, so she didn’t have to worry about her classmates seeing her red faced and flustered.
Finally reaching her room, Uraraka slammed the door behind her, dropped her book bag to the ground, and collapsed on the light blue rug. Everyone around her seemed to have insight she lacked on this recent connection with Bakugo.
Midoriya having his own conclusions was one thing but hearing the sly tone from Present Mic was downright horrifying. Granted, he enjoyed teasing his students, so she couldn’t read too much into his comments. But still…
After finding out Kirishima hadn’t actually come up for paperwork, Uraraka couldn’t help but entertain the thought of Bakugo coming to talk to her.
“Nope,” she sighed, pulling her phone out as she shook her head. She rolled over to her stomach staring at the message he’d sent her.
90-3473-2666 , 5:47PM
Told you I’d text you later.
It had been a little less than an hour since his initial message.
“Am I supposed to respond to this?” Uraraka muttered as her thumbs tapped against the edges of her phone, feet swinging behind her.
Bakugo had already made good on his promise to text her later, sending the message before he even had a chance to exit the building.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she quickly saved his contact information and returned to the main screen of the message. “What the hell am I supposed to say!?” she growled. Her thumbs moved across the on-screen keyboard without a thought.
So you did ;)
Her thumb hovered over the send button as she evaluated the message. “No winking face…” She sighed, deleting the little characters. Uraraka still wasn’t sure what to make of this whole situation.
If any of her other friends explained this situation to her, Uraraka would objectively be able to say that there was definite romantic interest.
Winking faces aren't to be taken lightly.
With a loud sigh, Uraraka closed her eyes quickly hitting the send button. “Here goes nothing,” she huffed, watching the message send.
URARAKA, 6:39PM
So you did
“I did it.” Her feet dropped to the ground as she hung her head in relief.
The bell chime of her phone startled her, nearly causing her to drop her phone.
BAKUGO, 6:39PM
Took you long enough to respond.
Uraraka smirked, rolling her eyes at the phone screen as if he could see her reaction.
URARAKA, 6:40PM
Sorry! Had to finish up with work study stuff. We got caught up talking about next school year.
BAKUGO, 6:41PM
What’s to talk about? It hasn’t even started…
URARAKA, 6:41PM
I’m going to help Aizawa and All Might teach Intro to Combat, so we were discussing that.
BAKUGO, 6:42PM
You get to size up the new set of extras. Nice.
URARAKA, 6:43PM
Noooooo Lol!
URARAKA, 6:44PM
I get to help teach them the fundamentals of hand to hand combat instead of just filing papers for a couple hours every day! :P
BAKUGO, 6:45PM
So you’re getting paid to beat up the new kids?
URARAKA, 6:45PM
You know, Aizawa is thinking about having some people in our class to face off with the first years and help train them. I think you’d be really good at it… :D
BAKUGO, 6:48PM
…
URARAKA, 6:49PM
You’re telling me you’re passing up an opportunity to show off how much of a badass you are to the first years?
BAKUGO, 6:51PM
You just let me know when and where! I’ll mop the floor with those first years!
Uraraka chuckled, suddenly very excited about the class she’d be helping out with during the upcoming school year.
URARAKA, 6:53PM
So… What are you up to?
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BAKUGO, 12:16AM
Weirdo.
URARAKA, 12:16AM
No. I just wanted to see stars up close.
BAKUGO, 12:16AM
So you decided it would be a good idea to float yourself into space to take a look?!
URARAKA, 12:17AM
Technically, I built myself a little rocket ship from a cardboard box and some aluminum foil, but…
BAKUGO, 12:18AM
That is not helping your case.
URARAKA, 12:18AM
Oh come on, you’re telling me that you’ve never EVER tried to do anything crazy with your quirk?
BAKUGO, 12:19AM
No. I haven’t.
URARAKA, 12:19AM
BAKUGO!!
BAKUGO, 12:19AM
URARAKA!
URARAKA, 12:21AM
That is a load of crap and we BOTH know it. Lol
URARAKA, 12:22AM
So, you’re telling me if I ever asked your mom or dad, they wouldn’t have funny stories to tell.
BAKUGO, 12:23AM
Why would you ask my parents?
URARAKA, 12:23AM
Think of all the fun stories your parents are going to tell when you’re a big shot hero
BAKUGO, 12:24AM
They know better than to go blabbing around.
URARAKA, 12:25AM
So you admit that there are stories.
BAKUGO, 12:26AM
NO
URARAKA, 12:26AM
Yes
BAKUGO, 12:27AM
I wasn’t reckless floating off into space to talk to stars and shit. I was focused on making my quirk as powerful as possible from day 1.
URARAKA, 12: 27AM
So that’s definitely a yes. And for the record, I was floating into space for the pursuit of science. Thank you very much.
BAKUGO, 12:27AM
Whatever, space cadet.
URARAKA, 12:28AM
… I think I’ll take that over ‘round face’. I can’t decide which nickname is worse…
BAKUGO, 12:29AM
Don’t be a space cadet then.
URARAKA, 12:30AM
Can’t help it.
URARAKA, 12:30AM
:P
BAKUGO, 12:31AM
Don’t make those stupid faces at me.
URARAKA, 12:32AM
:P
URARAKA, 12:32AM
:D
BAKUGO, 12:32AM
...
URARAKA, 12:33AM
^.^
URARAKA, 12:33AM
<@:)
BAKUGO, 12:34AM
What the fuck is that?!
URARAKA, 12:34AM
It’s a clown!! Lol
BAKUGO, 12:35AM
Looks like a bunch of random shit.
URARAKA, 12:35AM
Pointy hat, then curly hair, and finally a delightfully happy face.
BAKUGO, 12:35AM
Weirdo.
URARAKA, 12:36AM
So you’ve told me! :D
BAKUGO, 12:45AM
So, what did you wanna do tomorrow?”
URARAKA, 12:46AM
I don’t know. I’m done with work study at five tomorrow. Wanna get something to eat?
BAKUGO, 12:47AM
Okay. There’s a noodle about a 15 minute walk from campus.
URARAKA, 12:47AM
Is it the one near the ice cream shop?
BAKUGO, 12:48AM
Yeah across from the movie theater.
URARAKA, 12:48AM
Cool! I haven’t been there yet, so that’ll be fun to try.
BAKUGO, 12:49AM
Okay. I’ll come by the dorms at 6?
URARAKA, 12:50AM
That works :)
BAKUGO, 12:52AM
Okay. I gotta get some sleep, round face.
URARAKA, 12:53AM
Yeah, you are up really late :P
BAKUGO, 12:53AM
Whatever…
URARAKA, 12:54AM
Lol, Night Bakugo!
BAKUGO, 12:55AM
Night Uraraka
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Uraraka had woken up the next morning the same way she’d done so many mornings before. With a lazy yawn and little stretch, she slammed a mitten covered hand to the snooze button of her alarm before settling back underneath her covers. She’d rest a while longer, before dragging herself out of bed to begin her routine.
The dorms being empty allowed her to lazily shuffle about as she prepared for her day. She didn’t have to worry about the small crowd of girls all trying to get to the coveted corner shower or finding counter space at the sink. After dressing in a comfy pair of black leggings and an oversized peach tunic, she grabbed a yogurt and a piece of fruit and made her way to the main building. It was still early, but the sooner she got to her assignment the better. She still had that stack of papers to finish, and she was looking forward to getting them done before her lunch with her friends.
The teachers typically didn’t come in until around eight during the break, sometimes later so she set herself up in one of the larger meeting room. She pulled the piles of copies she’d completed yesterday setting them on the table. Setting her playlist to random, she opened her yogurt, took a bite of her breakfast as she bobbed her head to an upbeat pop song, and found a comfortable working rhythm.
She nearly dropped her breakfast when an offbeat chime interrupted her music. Tucking her spoon into her mouth, she picked up her phone brows furrowing.
BAKUGO, 7:34AM
Wake up round face
“Wha?” she mumbled around the spoon in her mouth as yesterday’s events flooded her mind.
Her face burned as she scrolled through last night’s messages. Miles of text flooded her screen as she scrolled through their conversation. Somehow she’d been so wrapped up in her quiet morning routine that she’d forgotten last night. Sleep deprivation hadn’t helped the cause, but…
How had she forgotten?
Brown eyes widened as she bit down on the plastic spoon, cracking the plastic. Her stomach dropped as anxiety took over her rational mind. “Oh crap!”
She had a date with Bakugo.
Was it a date?
“Crap, crap, crap…” She hadn’t bothered to shave her legs during her shower this morning. There was no way she’d have time to shower before meeting Bakugo outside of campus. Uraraka would be lucky if she had time to change her clothes. Her eyes drifted toward the time at the corner of her phone. She’d gotten to work an hour early today. She didn’t know if she’d have time to change her clothes…
“Uraraka--”
“Ah!” she shrieked, spoon falling from her lips as she awkwardly floated a couple feet from the ground. Her cell phone clutched against her chest as her face burned and her foot knocked into the table. Papers scattered in the air, drifting down like snow.
Aizawa stood in the doorway, brows raised at the scene she’d created. He looked around the conference room shaking his head.
If her eyes could open anymore, they would but she was at her limit for the morning. “I-”
“I don’t want to know.”
Tucking her phone beneath her chin, she pressed the pads of her fingers together to slowly lower herself to the ground. “Sir, I-”
“Nope,” he raised a hand, stopping her. “Clean it up. I don’t need to know about your boy problems-”
Uraraka sputtered, face bright red as she sputtered, “N-no sir, I-”
“And don’t give Mic any more reason to be obnoxious. He’s terrible enough on his own.”
She could’ve sworn she saw a small smirk on her teacher’s face before he’d walked away, but Aizawa’s moments of humanity were few and far between. They were often rumored but truly.
Then again, people would probably say the same about Bakugo. Uraraka had a front row seat to a different side of the blonde her classmates wouldn’t believe.
A side of him she was going to be privy to tonight. “I’m so screwed,” she whimpered, collapsing into one of the chairs as she looked at the mess around her.
What the hell was she going to wear?
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“Soooo…?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, opening the refrigerator door as he balanced his phone on his shoulder. “What do you want?”
“I wanna know if you called her,” Kirishima laughed from the other end of the phone.
“You couldn’t have texted me?”
“No.”
Slamming the container of hot and sour soup to the counter, Bakugo growled, “I swear to god, shitty hair…”
“Don’t blame me,” he told him merrily. “You answered the phone, so come on. Tell your best friend Eijirou what happened.”
Things like this reminded him why he needed a new best friend. “You seriously don’t have anything better to do?”
“I mean, I thought about asking my best bro to hang out with me-”
This asshole.
“-But he decided to try to kill me and steal my phone, so yeah I don’t have anything better to do.”
Bakugo closed his eyes, inhaling sharply between his clenched teeth. “I hate you,” he sighed. Kirishima wasn’t ever going to let that little incident go, even though there had been no hard feelings between them.
Fine.
He could bend. “I texted her last night.”
“Just a text?!”
“We talked!”
“Texting isn’t talking.”
“It’s a fucking form of communication, so it counts,” he yelled into the phone, slamming a bowl against the counter. “Look we texted for a couple hours-”
“Hours? My man!” Kirishima cheered loudly in his ear. “What’d you guys talk about?”
“What the hell does it matter?!”
“I’m just making conversation…”
“Tch.” Bakugo shoved his bowl into the microwave. “You’re in my business.”
“You won’t tell me why you wanted her number. I mean it makes sense, you guys had an impromptu date-”
“It wasn’t a date. She wanted to get something to eat, and I wasn’t about to let that space cadet wander around alone!”
“Awwww! So you went with her. Bro, I’m super proud of you.”
Bakugo growled, slamming a finger to the start button.
“Super manly, dude.” A dramatic sniffle muffled Kirishima’s amusement. “They grow up so fast…”
“I’m fucking older than you!”
“Not the point.” Kirishima couldn’t control the mirth in his voice. “So, when you gonna ask her out on a date?”
“None of your goddamn business.”
“So you’re saying you’re planning to at some point? Cau-”
Normally, he’d hang up on Kirishima. The fact that he’d even bothered to answer the call was a miracle in itself. Pulling up his messenger app, a small smirk appeared on his face as he looked at his conversation with Uraraka.
URARAKA, 11:30AM
What are you up to?
BAKUGO, 11:32AM
On the phone with Kirishima.
URARAKA, 11:32AM
…
URARAKA, 11:33AM
How are you listening to him and talking me? Is he on speaker phone?
BAKUGO, 11:33AM
No
URARAKA, 11:34AM
That’s terrible! Lol
BAKUGO, 11:34AM
He doesn’t even know I’m not listening!
URARAKA, 11:35AM
OMG! Talk to him! LOL
BAKUGO, 11:35AM
I want to see how long it takes until he notices I’m not listening.
URARAKA, 11:36AM
… I cannot believe you.
BAKUGO, 11:36AM
You think this shit is funny too.
URARAKA, 11:36AM
I will neither confirm or deny.
“BAKUGO!”
He snorted.
BAKUGO, 11:37AM
Busted.
URARAKA, 11:37AM
Ha!
“BRO! I know you’re still there! I can hear you breathing!”
BAKUGO, 11:38AM
Don’t laugh at me!
URARAKA, 11:38AM
Ha! Ha! Ha!
“KATSUKI!”
“Fucking what?!” he roared picking up the phone.
“I was talking to you!”
“Did I ask you to?”
“I’m sorry for being invested in your personal life!”
“You should be!”
Kirishima groaned, “And for being concerned about your happiness.”
“Oh fuck you!” There wasn’t much Bakugo could say to that without sounding like an ass. “I was texting Uraraka! There! You happy?”
“Actually, yes. Yes, I am. What were you guys talking about?”
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She had it all figured out.
The restaurant they were meeting at from lunch was usually crowded during this time, but it was only a ten minute walk from U.A.’s main building. Five minutes if she ran. Uraraka was determined to get a shower, change her clothes, and maybe put some mascara on before meeting Bakugo for dinner.
Somehow she managed to get a glob of yogurt and a coffee stain on her top. She didn’t mind the boys seeing her like this. Iida, direct as he was, wouldn’t comment on her rough appearance, Midoriya would deny he noticed so as not to hurt her feelings, and Todoroki wouldn’t care but would point out the facts of her appearance if necessary.
“You alright?”
“Huh?” Uraraka flinched lifting her head up meeting Todoroki’s mismatched eyes across the table.
“Are you alright?” he questioned softly, causing Iida and Midoriya to glance at her as well. “You’re acting weird today.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks reddened as her phone buzzed. “Um-” Uraraka shoved a small bundle of noodles into her mouth as her eyes drifted to her phone screen.
BAKUGO, 12:20PM
I’ll deal with you later
The threat echoed teasingly in her mind as her flush deepened. Anyone else reading the message would have probably taken it has a threat, but Uraraka knew he was joking with her. She knew that he wasn’t going to hurt her. The words made her stomach flutter and the corners of her lips twitch with amusement.
She sighed, swallowing, “It’s been a day.” Not a lie.
Aizawa catching her spazzing out about a text message from Bakugo that morning.
Bakugo sending her what she considered to be a good morning text in his own weird way.
Then there was her dinner date.
Or not date. Whatever the heck it was.
“Busy?” Iida questioned as he finished his own bowl.
Uraraka’s eyes widened as she nodded slowly, “Oh yeah.”
“You’re helping them get ready for the first year students, right?”
Midoriya shifted his gaze toward her subtly as he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Yeah,” she confirmed, taking a sip of her water. Her fingers nervously played with the elastic on her wrist. “It’s a lot of paperwork. There are at least fifty pages of legal paperwork now.” Brown eyes shifted toward curious green, widening her eyes a little at him.
“I imagine so,” Iida chuckled. “I think our class may have been to blame for that.”
“Hey!” Midoriya laughed, snapping his gaze away from her and rejoining the conversation. “I already told her I accept responsibility for that.”
“How many bones did you break our first year?” Todoroki mumbled thoughtfully as he slurped.
Uraraka laughed, feeling some of the tension ease for a moment.
“I don’t know, hand crusher,” Midoriya cackled, sitting back in the booth.
“Oh my gosh,” she sighed, lowering her head as she willed herself not to laugh. “Doesn’t that joke ever get old?”
“No.”
“No.”
“I am afraid it doesn’t.” Iida grinned. “It is a classic.”
“You guys are a mess,” she giggled, shaking her head in mock disapproval. Though she was in no position to really call anyone else a mess at this point.
“But you think we’re funny,” Midoriya told her with a laugh.
“You guys are definitely something.” They were her best friends along with Tsu. “I gotta get going though,” she sighed, frowning at the time on her phone. Truthfully, Aizawa wouldn’t really care if she was a few minutes late but if she was going to make it out of there on time, Uraraka was going to have to take into account any last minute tasks she might be assigned.
“I understand,” Iida nodded as they all stood from the table. “Punctuality is important.”
“Yes, Okaasan.”
Todoroki and Midoriya snickered behind her as they walked out of the small restaurant.
“There is nothing wrong with being responsible,” Iida told him. He’d grown to accept the nickname from his friends and classmates their second year. “And making sure your friends are responsible as well.”
Uraraka ignored the small twinge of guilt she still felt for lying about her whereabouts the other week. “Of course not,” she pulled Iida in for a hug, chuckling at his awkward return as he patted her back.
“I’m heading the same way as you. Gotta talk to All Might about an internship, so I’ll head to campus with you,” Midoriya told her.
Yes. She could talk to Midoriya about the recent development with Bakugo.
“Me too, not to campus though,” Todoroki nodded.
No.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys around,” Iida called as he moved down the street.
Uraraka looked between the two boys on either side of her, pushing a bright smile on her face. “Alright, let’s go,” she chirped as she started down the sidewalk.
“Well?” Midoriya questioned stepping beside her, turning his head to make sure Iida was definitely out of sight. “What’s up?”
Uraraka shifted her eyes to Todoroki on her other side as if he wasn’t there.
“Oh, he knows….”
“WHAT?” she screeched stopping in her tracks.
“He was on the couch waiting with me, remember?”
“That doesn’t explain how he knows!”
“It wasn’t hard to figure out,” Todoroki explained simply. “You and Bakugo were the only two people who didn’t come back.”
She shook her head, “But-”
“Even Kirishima figured it out.”
Great. “Does Iida know?!”
“No.” Todoroki shrugged as he continued their pace. “He trusts when you said that you were on your way that you were. He had no reason to believe otherwise.”
“Awesome.” Nothing like a gut punch of guilt to help with her nerves. “Anyone else know?”
“Just us,” Midoriya told her. “So what’s up?”
Uraraka huffed pulling out her phone and opening her messages with Bakugo. “Here,” she handed the phone to her friend, chewing her lip nervously.
“That’s a lot of messages.”
Todoroki moved to view the messages. “He even texts like an asshole.”
She snorted.
“How did this happen? Did you text him?” Midoriya questioned with a knowing grin.
“Actually,” she started, quickening he pace so she was a few steps ahead of them. “He showed up at my work study and asked for my number.”
“What?!”
She didn’t bother looking behind her to hear the shock in her friend’s voice. “It’s not a big deal-”
“It kinda is!”
“He asked if I wanted to hang out again, then for my number so we could talk about it,” She wasn’t sure why she was downplaying this. “And we’re getting some dinner tonight.” With a deep inhale, she turned to see Midoriya’s stunned face looking up from her phone and Todoroki’s indifferent expression.
“It’s a date!”
“He didn’t use the word date.”
“He didn’t have to.”
“He said we should ‘hang out’.”
“Which,” Midoriya’s eyes squinted as he analyzed the information. “Is probably Bakugo-speak for a date because, as you said, he has the emotional intelligence of a carrot.”
“No, it’s not a date.” Her lips twitched at the sound Todoroki’s muffled snickering.
“He likes you.”
“I would hope so,” she spoke, clearing her throat, “He’s my frie-”
“No, I mean-”
“No! He doesn’t have a crush on me!”
Midoriya looked back at the text conversation.
“We talked about it while we were out.”
“About him having a crush on you?”
“No. About him having a crush on anyone!” The conversation was already weird, so she might as well make it more awkward. “He kept calling you my boyfriend, and I told him you weren’t. Then I asked him if he ever had a crush on someone. He told me no.”
“Of course he told you no!” Midoriya laughed loudly. “Carrot remember?!”
She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. This wasn’t helping.
“He clearly wants to spend time with you and enjoys talking to you,” Todoroki explained gently, taking the phone from Midoriya as he scrolled through the conversation. “But, I don’t think he realizes he’s attracted to you.”
“He’s not attracted me to me.”
“You’re a cute girl,” he stated factually. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
A long list of insecurities ran through her mind as Uraraka evaluated the question.
“Just pay attention to how he acts tonight,” Todoroki told her, stopping the upcoming rant. “Are his palms sweating-”
She frowned, “Don’t his palms always sweat.”
“They will sweat more if he’s nervous,” he explained with a patient sigh. “Is he adjusting his proximity around you? Does his face turn red? Try to hold your hand, does he let you invade his space? Does he pay for dinner?”
“How-” She bit her tongue looking at Midoriya’s own soft blush tinting his face. Uraraka decided not to point out the irony of the situation. “How do you know all this?” For now.
“It’s simple psychology,” Todoroki shrugged, tilting his head closer to the blushing green haired teen standing next to him as he looked continued to look at the phone. “There was a unit on relationships in Intro to Psych.”
Uraraka raised an eyebrow as Midoriya’s blush deepened. “Good to know you paid attention.” She would have to remember to tease Midoriya about this later after her date or not date.
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“Where the hell are you going?”
Bakugo huffed, leaning against the wall to the kitchen as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“And why are you dressed up?” Mitsuki questioned, narrowing her eyes at her son as she lowered her magazine.
He looked down at his clothes, scoffing loudly, “I’m not fucking dressed up.” He’d put on a plain dark gray long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and a casual black jacket.
“Your pants actually fit and aren’t falling off your narrow ass-”
Taking a slow inhale, he reminded himself that arguing with his mother would make him late. They could argue later.
“And you’re wearing cologne.” Her nose wrinkled as she stifled a bubble of laughter.
“I didn’t ask for your criticism. I’m just letting you know I’m leaving the damn house,” Bakugo growled, casting a glance to his father for some support.
Masaru smirked, “Alright, son.”
“Where are you going?” Mitsuki repeated, folding her arms in front of her chest.
“Fucking out!” Bakugo yelled, throwing his arms up in annoyance. “I’ll be back later.”
“With wh-”
“Okay then,” Masaru grinned, stirring the pot he had on the stove. “See you later.”
Thank god for his father.
Bakugo quickly turned, retreating out of the kitchen and exiting the house with a slam of the door.
“Masaru...” Mitsuki started, leaning back in her chair with a smirk as she looked at her husband. “What the hell was that?”
He chuckled, tossing his oven mitts to the counter as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Seemed like you knew a lot.” She tilted her head up to look at her husband. “What’s going on? Who is she?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he smiled planting a kiss to her forehead.
“Hmmm,” she smirked, reaching her arms behind her to grab him. “Confidentiality agreement?” Her husband was as good a liar as her son.
“Yep.”
Of course.
“He’s not in trouble or in over his head.” Masaru wouldn’t keep information about their son’s safety from his wife. “Katsuki just has some things he needs to figure out.”
Mitsuki sighed, “Okay.” She was glad Katsuki was at least talking about his feelings. “Can I have a hint?”
“No.” Masaru laughed.
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Uraraka looked over herself over the in the mirror. Her palms carefully smoothed the front of her top. She’d decided on a rose-colored tunic that hung off her shoulders and softly clung to her figure, black leggings that were mesh-paneled from a few inches above her knees to her ankles, and black flats.
It was casual enough for it not to be a date.
And cute enough for it to be a date-worthy outfit.
Smoothing her hair back, she checked her mascara one last time and rubbed more lip balm on her lips. Sighing, she picked up her purse and exited her room.
She found him standing against the wall by the gate. Eyes closed and head tilted toward the warmth of the sunset.
Maybe Todoroki was right?
Uraraka quietly stepped in front of him, closer than she normally would.
“Hey,” Bakugo spoke, eyes opening to look down at her.
She’d forgotten how tall he’d gotten in the last two years. “Hi,” she said, softly tilting her chin up toward him as her hands clasped behind her back. The warm scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma sending warmth flooding through her veins
Red eyes focused down on her like a laser. “You ready to go?” he breathed, his own head dipping down as he met her gaze.
Uraraka couldn’t remember the last time his brows looked so relaxed. Maybe during their water fight in the fountain? Or the look on his face when he took a bite of mochi? “Yeah,” she whispered, feeling herself smile.
He nodded, hands digging into his pockets.
She tilted her head to the side, “Let’s go?” It may have been the glare from the sunset, but she thought she saw a small blush stain his cheeks.
To be Continued...
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Digestion
Annoyed at stupid therapist who took 10 million fucking years to respond to me
Apprehensive about one client because I’m worried the intervention wont get off the ground bc of the school and talking to caregiver is exhausting, I don’t want to keep advocating and disagreeing with people
Inadequare next to this teacher who is amazing, I am afraid my feedback will not be helpful
Hopeless because I’ve worked overtime consistently the last few weeks and a lot of it is catching up from sick days and vacation and when am I ever going to not take forever to intervention plan
Just in this pool of misery because things are getting better and easier but I don’t feel good about it. I can’t hold onto the good moments. I’m anxious when I’m supposed to be relaxing. I have so many unwanted thoughts about work in the evenings
Annoyed because I don’t want to include both caregivers due to it making my schedule suck ass, I want to not work as hard, I see a corner I can cut
Disappointed and wary because I feel withdrawn from the people around me
Angry because I worked hard to make sure to cover so kiddo got testing today but then his mom was rude af to me
Embarrassed because I didn’t document that I tried to call a patient and was gonna do it later bc I thought I wouldn’t be able to reach them and it looked like I didn’t do shit
Feeling like a failure because I’m struggling to sleep early even when I try to wind down early and also I don’t have any good boooks to read
Anxious because I don’t really know how to interview this kiddo around psychosis and mania past her initial denial
Unacceptable because I feel all these negative emotions all the time and putting them into words makes it real and makes me a problem, I wish I could just say these things and have people treat me like nothing happened
Not good at my job because I always have so much to talk about in supervision. Of course I fucking know lots of these feelings are normal and that many of them aren’t true. It doesn’t change the fact that I feel them all the fucking time and I have to hide them to function
Why am I just so fucking down this week, is it really because I’m just being more honest with myself?
I don’t fucking want to go in early tomorrow even that 15 minutes is really important to me I don’t want to be flexible and I don’t want to be incredibly anxious tmr because I didn’t give myself that extra 15 mins to plan
Im tired of having my time disrespected and that I have to work hard to enforce attendance when it’s not my fucking problem
I’m tired of looking forward and realizing it’ll just be even more and harder versions of the same shit as I move forward in my career
A fucking failure because I can’t deal with planning a bunch of fucking trips with all of this going on. I can’t fucking do it and I’m the fucking worst for it.
I worked hard to take advantage of the opportunity to end Thursday early and then realized I would have fuckign hours and hours of paperwork that will put me at overtime once again
Why did I agree to attend this fucking conference
I always think things will be awful and then they’re not, it’s not the actual things I do it’s all the negative feelings I have before and after that are so hard to take
This week has made me empathize with other anxious people even more than before
I’m disappointed in myself that I can’t figure out how to ask for what I want in supervision, I’m also angry that she doesn’t facilitate it for me without me asking
I’m nervous about rating my state of being accurately in group sup
I’m worried about not being ok, because I am okay, I’ll be fine, I just want to be honest for once, am I allowed to be negative at least in the confines of my own mind? I am doing the exact same as before but now that I’m finally being honest I feel a lot worse, is that okay?
Hey self, is that okay?
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back to reality
today is the last day of my nine day vacation from work. I was supposed to be on a vacation with my family this entire time, but my dad got sick so we cancelled our little mountain trip. hopefully we can figure something out for the Fall. this week has not been as restful as I would have liked, but it was insightful as to how much I've missed being more disciplined in caring for my mental health.
Wednesday was an extremely fun day. it was nice to get together as a family and eat like a bottomless pit. we played games and laughed until our faces were red. it was a cathartic to be so happy together with all of the medical drama constantly looming. I love the feeling of catching my breath and looking around at all of the people I love, feeling at peace and in the moment. it is the most wonderful thing to notice. it feels like the world has stopped and you are the only people on earth, and you are all so happy.
Thursday was different. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed for sure. my upstairs neighbors in my apartment have been causing me so much trouble by keeping me up with their noise. I had the first panic attack I had all Summer, but it was one thousand percent necessary! I was on edge when I woke up at 6am to stomping above me. the lack of sleep from that caused me to be on edge among other things. I went to the pool to try and relax and ended up sobbing most of the time, which caused a lot of stares from concerned mothers-- none of which offered me a hug! we also found out my Dad needed another test before surgery, which melted my brain into a puddle of what-ifs. thankfully it came and went as it does, and I was able to continue my day off hanging out with my mom. we went to Southpark and I spent $60 I didn't have at Lush, so you could say I went from having a horrible day to the best day ever.
Friday was significantly different-- I took treating myself to a whole different level and got my nails done. I then came home and worked a little bit, then went to the pool (my actual favorite place). I didn’t cry this time either! I took it easy, it finally poured, and i bought Toca Boca Hair Salon 3 on Brian’s iPad.
At 3:45am, not to my surprise, I woke up to stomping above me. I thought, “no problem!” and put in my ear plugs and my eye mask and tried to fall asleep. finally at 5:30am, I decided to try and move to the living room and sleep. frustrated, instead of sleeping, I started WAILING like an actual fussy baby who was tired and wanted to sleep. Brian woke up and we went to my parent’s house, where I finally fell asleep around 7am and woke at 10am.
now it’s saturday. we went and got breakfast as it is our favorite thing to do and brought breakfast to the homeless man in the wheelchair nearby. our friend Mark and his step-daughter helped us move the rest of Brian’s things over. after they left, we went to the Humane Society to see if there would be a good companion for Daisy and like usual, there was not. I don’t think anyone will ever be a good sibling for her besides my poor late Ringo. we will not give up though!
we also went to Suarez Bakery for the first time where I ate too many cookies.
today is an easy day. my mom made breakfast and we went to the pool for a few hours. I started over my meditation track because for some reason I’m not meditating on a consistent basis and that needs to be fixed immediately. I'm trying not to get too overwhelmed about work tomorrow, so I'm just not thinking about it. I'm going to curl up in a ball on the couch and try to read some Flannery O’Connor. I deactivated my Facebook for a week. 90 Day Fiance is on tonight. I recently got word that they’re working to move my 2nd floor neighbors to the first floor. things seem to be going right!
pic 1: I took this when I was on my way home from Brakemans, a coffee shop near my apartment that I walk to frequently.
pic 2: me and Brian on the 4th of July with sparklers lookin real cute
pic 3: the result of $60 spent at Lush
pic 4: cookies from Suarez Bakery
pic 5: Daisy looking like Mew from Pokemon
#tumblr#journal#journaling#lifestyle blog#blogger#tw anxiety#tw panic attack#cookies#suarez bakery#food#dessert#beagle#beagles of tumblr#daisy#mew#lush#lushhaul#4thofjuly#vacation#timeoff#Charlotte nc#lush cosmetics
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The Last Day
Oh man.
Tomorrow is it. My last day at my company. It hasn’t really set in yet and I have a feeling it probably won’t set in for a bit. I’m fairly sure the first week or two will probably feel like I’m just on vacation, but once I get passed that point, it’ll be real. I’m officially going to be a freelance and working from home.
I feel sad, for sure. I’ve been here for three years and I still can’t really believe that tomorrow is, in fact, my last day here. I’m going to miss my co-workers. But I’m not going to miss the hours and (sometimes) crappy management.
It helps that I’ve got projects lined up right away. The big project with the carmaker has already started. I’m hitting chicken-running-with-head-cut-off level in terms of the Olympics issue. And I’m already getting offers on other freelance projects through the website that I signed up with. I’ve signed one contract so far that I can start on whenever I feel I have time (probably this weekend or Monday).
But man, I’ve got sooo much to do outside that.
Next week I need to at the very least get started on getting my driver’s license. It’s three tests and one hour-long safety class. I’m pretty sure I can get the class and at least the first two tests done next week and then I can do the last (road test) the following week. But before I get that far, I need to go into the eye doc and get my new prescription so I can see properly (No. 1 on the to-do list for Monday). I’ve also got a massive planning meeting for the carmaker project on either Sunday or Monday.
Then there is packing up my clothes and other random items that I don’t want the movers to touch; scheduling trash pick-up for the sofa, TV stand, dresser, mattress and bookshelf; getting a new mattress; final burn doc appointment on Monday; ordering all my new furniture; Joey BadA$$ concert on Thursday; and lunch with my co-workers on either Tuesday or Friday.
Then moving on Jan. 29 and spending that week getting the house set up before my friend arrives. Taking the last driver’s test at some point. Going to immigration on Jan. 31 to change my address and just, getting settled in general and putting in work on all my projects.
Week after that my friend arrives on Feb. 7, pick up the rental on Feb. 8 and then going down to the Olympics on Feb. 9.
Holy hell, I don’t know how I’m going to get all this done. But I will. Thankfully the drama with the landlady is over. As long as the apartment is clean – the cleaning ladies are coming back on moving day to take care of that – I’ll get all of my deposit back. I’ve got the movers booked and that is turning out to be a lot less than what I had thought and budgeted for, even if I end up needing the ladder truck. I’ve got a couple friends coming over to help me, even though I don’t think there will be anything to do since I’m going with the same full service mover that I used last time.
I think I’m just ready to get moved. Once that’s done, most of the big stuff will be out of the way and I can relax a little bit. At the moment, I kind of feel like I’m staying in a hotel room. I have to keep the place pristine in case someone comes over to look at it while I’m gone. I can’t really relax when I’m home on the weekends. I’ve been sleeping on the couch because the cleaning ladies took the bed apart to clean under it and none of us could get it put back together. Though it does make keeping the bedroom floor clean easier. I really want to sleep in on Saturday, but I’m not sure how that’ll go.
On the plus side, Monday is my last day at the burn doctor. As soon as I finish and no long have to wear a bandage 24/7, I fully intend to come back home and take a super long shower that doesn’t involve saran wrap.
But yea… that’s about where things stand at the moment. Some moments I feel completely overwhelmed and exhausted. But mostly I feel excited and ready.
Man, 2018 is going to be epic…
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hi. i got up like 25 minutes late today. just didn’t want to get up. i dreamed about the classical mechanics problem i didn’t finish all night. kept waking up with the feeling i’d figured it out, and then realizing i hadn’t, and then falling back asleep. it was long.
there was also other stuff but it was intercut with asides to this math problem and it was making it really hard to follow the plot. it was on the cruise ship again. oh, and i had a rifle. it had a crystal ball mounted where the crosshairs should have been, which showed me who i was going to have to shoot next. there were magical villains running around and the crystal ball basically gave me the drop on them. it was kind of like being a bouncer, except the club was a dark house that was also a boat and also a weird spaceless pinball closet, and the “people” i was bouncing were instead magic shenanigans.
the first person i shot was not right...? there was a big fuss. for the rest of the dream i clutched the rifle like it was my only friend even though i ended up not using it again. even when i probably could have, or should have. weird stuff happened with the magic guys that wouldn’t have if i’d taken literally any action at all instead of just kind of watching.
also that first person was curious george but i’m not sure what the significance of shooting a minor childhood character with “curious” in his name is.
anyway i got up around 8:20 or so. snoopy was unhappy that i let my alarm go off so many times but i just didn’t want to move more than a step away from my bed.
i had wanted to get up and go fairly early this morning, but i realized that my classmates were going to brunch together. i wanted to get started earlier than “the afternoon,” so i had breakfast at my apartment. i got pretty sick from it. keegan was also sick. not sure if it was the sketchy forks or not. i only felt sick directly after eating though, even as the day went on. got a little better toward dinner time.
i kept finding things to do. dry some shirts, fold my laundry, put snoopy’s water fountain back together. make some pasta salad for the rest of the week (it’s only going to last until tomorrow, it didn’t make “four” servings like it said it would). screw around with my pokemon game for 20 minutes before getting too tired to keep playing and putting it away.
so i got to campus around 11:45 and got working at noon. i made a grading rubric for my next lab instead of doing any actual grading. at 1 i had lunch, and then suzanne and jennica showed up, and then i had a LOT of trouble getting settled back down enough to work, especially since my stomach hurt so bad.
i did work on classical for a while but i feel like... i don’t know where the time went. i was wasting just a little more time when suzanne started putting up christmas-style lights in the office. i helped her do that for a while and chuck gave us some paper clips to hook them to the ceiling panels. when we were done it looked much more like a place that people live instead of a sterile, blank, very dirty office.
“sterile” as in lacking character i guess. i know sterile usually means germless or something more along those lines.
suzanne wanted to show everyone right away so she took a picture of jennica posing with the lights all around her. i noticed i was standing within the frame so i dabbed just in time.
they got a kick out of that. i saw the picture. one of my arms was crooked. “oh no, it’s awful! it looks like i wasn’t even trying!” i complained.
by the time i got working again after that it was 3:45. i got through some classical problems at a good clip. it’s too bad that each question has 4-6 parts which each take like a page. i was on my sixth page when i got too tired to keep going at around 6:40. i’d been snacking, and taking breaks every hour, but i just... couldn’t keep going any more. i took some grading home with me. even biking was a huge hassle. it felt like i was going at a crawl even on level road.
even though it was still fairly light out i decided not to bike along the path i’d walked down just before the hurricane. i was thinking about checking it out since the bike yesterday had been so relaxing... but i ended up not being up for it today.
i made some spaget for dinner. and a chocolate banana smoothie that absolutely did not fit in my blender. i fortunately had the foresight to put it on top of my stove before trying to get the lid off so wiping everything wasn’t too big a hassle. as opposed to opening it over my drying mat, which i just cleaned literally yesterday.
they were both good. i played some pokemon, but again just... stopped after a little bit. can’t even waste time right.
i also went through my amazon gift cards that i’ve received over the years and never had a reason to use. i got a cat arch brush for snoopy to play with during the day since i noticed she loves to rub her face against the bristles when i brush her. and a desk lamp to go with the new darkened office since the natural light from the window doesn’t quite cut it once the sun moves to the west side of the sky.
gotta say though that the more natural yellow lights are honestly easier on my eyes over the course of an 11-hour work day every day forever. i realized this morning that i hadn’t had an honest to god day off in like a month. if the hurricane lock in counts as a day off. it certainly wasn’t a mental health day(s)...
i looked at some new shoes to replace my sandals, which fell apart, and i did find a pair i really liked in my size. the price didn’t line up with my gift cards very well at all though, so maybe i will look around at home when i return to phoenix in december. gramma will probably want to buy something for me and some Powerful Sandals would be great.
i’m not talkin flip flops. i’m talkin like the kind of sandals you see desert wanderers wearing in the movies. the kind i wear on family vacations every year for 10 years until the actual strap on the heel is worn all the way through.
eventually i settled down enough to actually start grading some labs for real at 9:20 ish. i did that for 40 minutes straight until my alarm went off at 10. now it’s 10:30.
i composed a long email to my correspondent at the drc about my test performance last week. she didn’t respond to the update i sent her on thursday... maybe she didn’t have any tips there. i know she reads them though because she brought up some learning style test results i’d sent one time and we talked about what i wanted to do about that.
i’m... not really... ready for another week of classes and teaching. especially with the “free speech demonstration” happening on thursday.
oh, the rubric i made is super helpful at least, i noticed while grading. like it might only take 3-4 hours to grade one section. that’s more than it took last time, but this lab is also twice as long as the last one.
i think i’m gonna quit here a little early so i can try to finish grading the first page of all the labs. i just realized they’re each 10 pages long... maybe more than 4 hours. i guess. but the rubric will keep me consistent and make sure there’s 20-22 points for each lab at least.
i feel like i’m really struggling with my depression these last few days. but i don’t know if taking a full day off will really help with that at all. if i did that it might be too hard to get started again.
one good thing today is that i didn’t mess with my face at all so far. it looks like it’s healing ok... not turning any weird colors at least.
self care is hard to cram in even at the end of the day when i just can’t work any more and i still need to feel like i did something.
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Last:
1. Drink:
Baja Blast Mountain Dew
2. Phone Call:
My boyfriend, Justin.
3. Text Message:
My boyfriend, Justin.
4. Song You Listened To:
Glamorous by Fergie.
5. Time You Cried:
Last month, I think?
6. Dated Someone:
Current boyfriend, Justin.
7. Kissed Someone & Regretted It:
My ex-boyfriend, Henry.
8. Been Cheated On:
I think my second boyfriend, Sabastian, with my friend at the time, Amber.
9. Lost Someone Special:
My grandfather just died.
10. Been Depressed:
I have bouts of depression, but I can’t pinpoint a specific time period.
11. Gotten Drunk & Thrown Up:
Never.
3 Favorite Colors:
12. Teal
13. Maroon
14. Seafoam
In The Last Year Have You:
15. Made New Friends:
Possibly. Too soon to tell.
16. Fallen Out Of Love:
No, still in the middle of it.
17. Laughed Until You Cried:
Most likely.
18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You:
My life is pretty drama free, so no.
19. Met Someone Who Changed You:
Not so much one person, as much as my current employment.
20. Found Out Who Your Friends Are:
Everyday.
21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List:
My boyfriend, Justin.
General:
22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life?
Most, if not all of them.
23. Do you have any pets?
Sadly, no.
24. Do you want to change your name?
I think if/when Justin and I get married we’ll both change our names to something completely different.
25. What did you do for your last birthday?
I turned 21, so my boyfriend & Chris (@whyisthishappeningtoeveryone) took me to our local bar and we drank 5 pitchers of hard alcohol from midnight to 1:30am.
26. What time did you wake up?
I have an awful internal alarm, so I was up at 5:45ish, but I crawled out of bed at 7:55am.
27. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Justin & I watched Inception.
28. Name something you can’t wait for?
Financial stability. Seriously.
29. When was the last time you saw your mom?
Few weeks ago? Yeah.
30. What are you listening to right now?
Justin playing the Xbox One.
31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?
My office building manager’s name is Tom.
32. Something that is getting on your nerves:
The little racist remarks that young white men make that they don’t realize/care are racist.
33. Most visited website?
Facebook, I’m a social media manager at my side job.
34. Hair Color?
Purple-ish? But fading.
35. Long or short hair?
I have short hair.
36. Do you have a crush on someone?
Just my bae.
37. What do you like about yourself?
I’m good at my job - Graphic Design.
38. Piercings?
Just one in each ear for now.
39. Blood type?
Fun story: Got my finger pricked for testing when I wanted to give blood in high school. Nurse couldn’t find my actual veins when I got to the blood-giving part, so I couldn’t donate. They assured me that they would still send me a card in the mail saying that I was a willing donor and what my blood type is. I got the card in the mail. Guess what wasn’t on it. My blood type. Anyway, I know I’m negative something.
40. Nickname?
My coworker, Bill, calls me “Frenchie” because my last name is French and my great-great grandparents were French-Canadian.
41. Relationship?
Happily committed.
42. Zodiac?
Cancer
43. Pronouns?
She/Her
44. Favorite TV show?
That is certainly a tough one. Probably Avatar: The Last Airbender or Firefly.
45. Tattoos?
One, so far. Right forearm.
46. Right or left handed?
Right.
47. Surgery?
Just my wisdom teeth.
48. Sport?
I’m not active in any, but I love watching gymnastics.
49. Vacation?
New Orleans with my room and board is paid for. We spend the whole trip hopping from restaurant to restaurant and watching Netflix in the hotel room.
50. Favorite pair of shoes?
I have a really kick ass pair of black leather heeled boots that I seldom wear.
51. Favorite food?
Lasagna.
52. Favorite drink?
Faygo Moon Mist
53. What are you going to do later?
Fucking sleep.
54. Is there anything you’re waiting for?
Thursday afternoon, because I have off Friday-Sunday.
55. What is something that you want?
Realistically: To have an easy day at work tomorrow. Ideally: to never have to wake up to an alarm clock ever again.
56. Do you ever want to get married?
Maybe. It would make taxes easier.
57. Ideal career?
Being a graphic designer for a magazine like Entertainment Weekly.
Which IS Better:
58. Hugs or kisses?
Hugs, for sure.
59. Lips or eyes?
The lips.
60. Shorter or taller?
Neither, I want everyone to be the same height.
61. Older or younger?
I prefer my women my age or younger, my men to be older.
62. Nice arms or nice stomach?
All tummies are good tummies.
63. Hookup or relationship?
Currently in a relationship.
64. Impulsive or cautious?
Impulsive.
Have You Ever:
65. Kissed a stranger?
No.
66. Drank hard liquor?
All the time.
67. Lost your glasses/contact lenses?
Nope, perfect vision in both eyes.
68. Turned someone down?
Yeah.
69. Sex on the first date?
I’ve had sex before even going on a date.
70. Had your heart broken?
Of course.
71. Been arrested?
I almost had one count of disturbing the peace. Almost.
72. Cried when someone died?
No. But I have known many people who have passed.
73. Fallen for a friend?
Exhibit: Justin.
Do you believe in:
74. Yourself?
Yes.
75. Miracles?
No.
76. Love at first sight?
No.
77. Santa Claus?
No.
78. Kiss on the first date?
Hell yea.
79. Angels?
No.
More General:
80. Eye Color?
Green/hazel/brown depending on light & mood.
81. Favorite Movie?
Pacific Rim, The Cabin In The Woods, Gone Girl, Pitch Perfect, Spirited Away.
82. Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram?
Twitter.
83. Favorite Video Game?
Life Is Strange, The Last of Us, there are more.
84. Crumple or fold your toilet paper?
I fold it, I’m not a savage.
85. Do you go to the movie premiere or wait for it to hit DVD?
$5 Tuesdays every week.
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On Monday a bed arrived for my brother that my parents and I purchased for his 27th birthday on Friday. We had to throw out his bed almost two years ago when I moved here due to a bed bug infestation in his apartment. We moved out of that apartment and into this one shortly after and he has been sleeping on an air mattress that my sister bought when she visited last March. A few months ago he finally gave up on the deflation battle and has been sleeping on the couch. So I conspired with my parents to get him this very nice mattress from Sears. It ended up being scheduled to be delivered at the exact time of my therapy appointment downtown so luckily my friend Kelsey agreed to come help me out for a couple of hours. I set it up in his room with sheets and stuff for him to find when he came home from work and we went to Rock Bottom to grab a beer. She invited me back to her house to help her pack for her vacation to CA and Vegas and we hung out there for a bit before I got too stoned and had to come home and eat pizza.
On Tuesday, Nicole from work called me to see if I wanted to go to the North Shore! I had the day off and no plans. She’s house and car sitting for the owner at the nook. So we galavanted up there to beach it out. Our first stop was a beach by a horse farm, it was amazing. We then got sammiches and smoothies at a cute lil organic/veg friendly place in Haiewa town. Stopped at the market, bought some adult beach beverages and headed to Waimea Bay to jump off the cliff. Much to my relief we couldn’t find parking so we continued along the north shore until we stopped at this lil hidden bay beach. There’s a huge beautiful banyan tree and the water was perfect, although I’m pretty sure I saw a baby shark. We started to feel sunburned so we decided to hit the road. We drove down the east side as the sunset. We stopped at Laie Point where they filmed the cliff jumping scene in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Stopped to soak in the sunset at Kahana Bay and then she took me home. It was an awesome day and I was so happy to be invited and have someone show me and explore with out me feeling like I’ve been fucking up this whole time. Amber liked the photo I posted, makes me want to block her. I hate that it bothers me but it does.
Wednesday I didn’t feel so well, not sure if it’s the vog, pms, something I ate, too much sun, indigestion, heartburn, anxiety or WHAT. I had stomach ache all day long that lasted all the way through Thursday. It wasn’t too busy at work so my manager sent me home so I could rest before coming back to work at 630am the next morning. New girl is struggling, had to help her out a bunch and it was testing my patience, Kirsty was managing, she’s so much better at those things than I am. After work on Thursday Kirsty invited me to go to the movies with her and her boyfriend! It’s been so freaking hot so it was nice to go sit in dark AC for a while. We had a weird altercation with an older woman sitting in our seats and then we felt bad afterward. We saw Oceans 8, it was okay, I would have rather spent $15 to see the Incredibles 2, but I HAVE FRIENDS WHO INVITE ME TO DO THINGS SO COOL.
Today is Friday and I got up around 930a and took Brooklyn on my walk to get coffee, I was planning on going to Glazers but she REALLY wanted to go to the Nook, practically dragged me there. I feel like I’m more active when I don’t have coffee at home, it forces me out of the house earlier. I came home and cleaned up a bit before forcing myself to go to whole foods. I’ve been trying to make more art, even if it’s silly. I don’t work until 6pm tonight so I’m going to try to do some other errands before then. I got my shift covered tomorrow for Craig’s birthday, not sure what we’ll do. Then I work pretty much all day Sunday, I think Kirsty invited me to something on Sunday night but I forget what it was. My therapist is out of town next week so no therapy on Monday, I’m thinking about going to Maui to visit Krystal...
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HOW LIFE IS GOING:
Life is going better. Things took a nose dive Thursday and Friday, but things are much better now. I was having a really hard time on Friday and posted in a facebook group about it. Didn’t realize someone I knew was in the group and he reached out to me shortly after I posted. I’ve known Josh since I was 15. I dated his best friend Sophomore year and we crossed paths over the next several years, but I haven’t seen him since sometime around 2005-2006, maybe earlier. It’s been a very long time. But, he reached out and we ended up talking for about four hours (!) and I felt a lot better by the end of it. We’ve talked several times this weekend and it’s been really nice.
WHAT I LOVED ABOUT THE LAST WEEK:
That it’s over? lol. Last week was an interesting week, but it did have some highlights. I really enjoyed reconnecting with Josh and finding out more about what’s going on in his life.
OH! And, then, on Saturday, Josh was messaging me about pizza places in the area. He served part of his mission in Salem and was talking about visiting sometime and I figured he was just wanting to know about good places to eat when he visits. Nope. His questions got very pointed and I eventually asked him what was up with all the weird questions about pizza. His response? “I’m ordering you a pizza. Get over it.” It was so sweet and so kind.
WHAT I DID THIS WEEKEND:
Yesterday I prepared my lesson for today, did a bunch of homework, went for a walk, and talked on the phone a little bit with Josh. Today I got up early to finish my lesson, went through a bunch of photos from when I went home for Christmas a few years ago, went to church, came home, and have been relaxing all afternoon. It’s been nice. I spent some time reading The Count of Monte Cristo outside, which was so wonderful. I miss reading books outside in the sun. Hooray for it finally being warm with no rain!
I also recorded a video talking about the differences between the movie version and book version of The Count of Monte Cristo, but I didn’t post it on youtube. It’s such a dumb video. I was being all weird and going all over the place with it. Probably should have written a few ideas out before making the video. I’ll have to do it again sometime. lol. I keep meaning to record videos, but my life is so boring.
WHAT I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO:
School being over. lol. I’m also looking forward to going home for my family reunion, but I don’t know if that will happen yet. My boss hasn’t given me an answer on my vacation request, so I have no idea whether I will be able to go or not. I really hope I can. I miss my family. And I haven’t been to my family reunion since 2014. It’s been a long time. I miss camping and hanging out with my family out on the mountain. Pray, cross your fingers, sacrifice spiders, do pagan dance rituals, whatever you have to do. lol. I really want to go home.
These are some photos of the last time I was at the reunion:
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PLANS FOR THE UPCOMING WEEK:
No major plans this week. I took an extra shift on Saturday morning and am babysitting Saturday night, so those are about the only ‘out of the ordinary’ events I have planned. I should probably set aside some time to make a Mother’s Day gift for my mom. haha. I didn’t realize it was next week. I do have a gift that my sister and I went in on together, but I like to do something handmade, too, when I can.
WHAT I’M NERVOUS ABOUT:
Actually, I’m not too nervous about anything at the moment. Tomorrow the panic about midterms will probably hit, but right now I’m more even keel about life and don’t really feel nervous or stressed about anything.
WHAT I’VE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABOUT:
Stuff. lol. I’ve been daydreaming about things I’d like to do this summer, places I’d like to go, and people I’d like to hand out with.
HOW SCHOOL IS GOING:
I cannot wait for school to end. Seriously. This term hasn’t been super hard, but I’m just mentally not in it. Normally the “I can’t do this anymore” doesn’t hit until around Week 6, but it hit during Week 2 this time, so this term has been a struggle. It’s midterms this week, so it’s going to be brutal. *sigh*
As far as grades go, I still have all A’s, so at least I have that going for me. I’m pretty sure midterms will drop two of those down to B’s, but we’ll see. Maybe I’ll remember more than I think I do on the tests.
HOW WORK IS GOING:
Work is going okay. Thursday was a bit on the crazy side. Kid 2 did just fine, which was nice. There were a few moments that were borderline behavior that I chose not to mark as behaviors because Kid 2 initially say no, but then did what I asked. The behavior notes say there has to be a request made three times before it is considered a behavior and Kid 2 complied on the third request, so it got close, but didn’t actually hit behavior. The crazy part was the extra shift I took Thursday night.
Have you ever wrestled a table? Well, I can now say I have. This kid decided to get underneath a table (after running around the clinic with me chasing after) and I couldn’t tell if the kid was trying to flip the table or walk around with the table on top or what, but I was all sprawled out holding the table in place with the kid underneath pushing it and tipping it periodically. I have some bruises on my knees and shins from that enjoyable activity. Once that kid get out of the behavior, though, it wasn’t too bad. Lots of questions and such, but no more running and doing weird stuff with a table.
Sadly, binders are back in preschool. Drat. Apparently that rotating supervisor didn’t have the authority to do away with binders, so they’re back. BUT, the good news is that the format has changed. Instead of spending FOREVER going through these super long preschool binders, we pick four pages a day and just do those. So, it’s peer play, group singing, book, four pages from the binder, and craft. Not too bad. We’re all a bit bummed binders are back, but we’re all soooo happy that it’s just partial binders. Hooray!
The super depressing news, though, is that Kid 2 is moving to another state in a month or so, so I’ll have to be assigned to a new kid. Not sure who they’ll assign me to yet, but I’m not super happy about it. Kid 2 and I have a great bond and working with this kid is the only reason I haven’t quit a few times over the last two months. I was seriously going to quit and never go back after that crap went down with my coworker, but I love working with this kid so much that I decided to stick it out and stay. Things have gotten ‘better’ with that coworker, but I may still leave after Kid 2 leaves. I guess I have a lot to think about.
HOW RUNNING IS GOING:
Running is not going very well. lol. I got back out on Tuesday, but the last mile was brutal. Instead of it just being my lower leg and foot hurting, it was all the way from my hip to my foot. I almost called someone to come pick me up and take me home, but didn’t want to bother anyone, so I just limped myself home. Kept wanting to go walk again on Wednesday and Thursday, but decided to take those two days off. Friday, well, Friday was a bust all over the place and I didn’t get out. Saturday, though, I got back out and walked slower. Got my whole route in, but made sure to just go at a leisurely pace and not even try to speed up. I may have to stick with that for the time being to get my leg used to doing this much distance. Feels so lame to have to go slow, but oh well. It happens.
That first little blip on Tuesday was when I first headed out, but then realized I’d left the oven on with lasagna in there, so I had to turn around and turn the oven off. lol. Kinda wonder if that had something to do with my leg hurting later.
WHAT BOOK I’M READING:
Well, I didn’t get a lot of reading in last week, but I did get one chapter read. lol. I read a chapter of Ghosts of War by Brad Taylor. Went to the park by my work to read it and had a lovely time. Then school kinda blew up and I didn’t feel like I had the time to read first and then do homework, so I went straight home from work Wednesday and Thursday. Didn’t have time to read after that. I’ll try again this week, but maybe not right after work. I think this week I’ll come home, do homework, and then take a break to read for half an hour during the evening.
GOALS FOR THIS WEEK:
Reached some of my goals, but not all of them. That’s okay, though. None of these really have a deadline, so I’ll just keep these the same as before.
Fitness
Slowly increase walking pace while maintaining a distance of at least 3.1 miles
School
Get a little ahead with homework
Work
Get Kid 2 to the bathroom more often
Personal
Read at least one chapter of a non-school book
Religious
Be more consistent at reading my scriptures
HOW I DID ON LAST WEEK’S GOALS:
Fitness
Slowly increase walking pace while maintaining a distance of at least 3.1 miles
Kinda did this, kinda didn’t. I maintained my distance, but didn’t increase my pace at all. I actually went much slower with my pace. Oh well. At least I have my distance down.
School
Keep on track with being a little ahead with homework
This did not happen. Again. I mean, I got my homework done, but I’m nowhere near getting ahead. I still have homework that’s due tomorrow left to do and then it’s on the this week’s regular homework. It should be okay, though. It’s midterms, so things will be crazy, but the midterms are timed, which means I don’t have to spend hours and hours trying to get an assignment done. Thank goodness for that. So there’s hope for at least getting everything done by Saturday night.
Work
Get Kid 2 to the bathroom more often
This one actually worked out pretty well. Kid 2 stopped saying “Don’t touch me,” so that was nice. Went to the bathroom each time without issue and Kid 2 even used the toilet with Kayla on Tuesday!!! Hooray! We’re all pretty excited about that. Kid 2 has been doing a lot better about going into the bathroom, so that has made getting to the bathroom more often easier. I’ve been using my ipad and flipping through pictures or showing short videos, which seems to help a lot. I’ll keep up with this and hopefully by the time Kid 2 moves, this will be much, much better.
Personal
Read at least one chapter of a non-school book
Yes! I did get one chapter read of a non-school book! I’m so excited about that! lol
Religious
Be more consistent at reading my scriptures
I switched this up a bit and have been listening to my scriptures while getting ready for work in the morning. It’s nice and seems to make the day flow a bit better.
ISSUES/PROBLEMS/CONCERNS:
Just the usual: having enough time to get what I need to do done this week. I have a 7am staff meeting tomorrow, which I haaaaaaaaaate, but after that I should be able to finish my Quality Management assignment before the end of the day. My hope is to get started on my psychology assignment Monday evening, but I don’t think that will happen. My QM stuff always takes way longer than I think it will, but who knows. I’ve already listened to my hour-long lecture and done some of the prep work. Hopefully it won’t take more than 7 hours to finish. Cross your fingers for me.
WHAT ELSE IS NEW:
Nothing I can really think of.
So, I guess that’s everything. Hope everyone has a wonderful week!
5 Minute Life Update 5/6/18 HOW LIFE IS GOING: Life is going better. Things took a nose dive Thursday and Friday, but things are much better now.
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