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page-doctor-bekker · 3 years

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First Encounter - Lymphoblastic!au

(A/N) First fic for my lymphoblastic!au! Enjoy! This is really just setting up for the rest of the fic, so it's not the most interesting thing ever. It sets up the dynamic though!

"So here's my digs right now," Ava chuckled, showing the FaceTime camera the full span of the room, "This is my first time in the new Oncology ward, the room is nice, the view is shit, and everything..." She pointed and zoomed in at the door handle, then at an unstable chair, "Is suicide proof."

Connor laughed, "Well, you can't say it's for no reason!"

Ava's brief stint in the psych ward at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center was proof of that.

"Well, yeah, it's nice that they thought of that," She rolled her eyes, and sat back down on her bed, "The new mattresses are comfy."

"They're some fancy memory foam or something," Connor shrugged, sipping his coffee, "They splashed out on them. I guess a chief complaint of Oncology patients is lack of sleep."

"Maybe that would improve if they didn't shine flashlights in our faces all the time. I would like to die in peace."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"It's a joke, Connor," She said, weakly, "Laugh."

Connor gave a forced laugh, and Ava started to laugh herself. Connor's laugh grew harder, and more real.

"Hey, I've gotta get to work," Connor said, through his laughter, "I'll pop up and say hello when I get the chance."

Ava glanced out the window, "Alright," She said after awhile, "I'll see you then."

They hung up soon after, and Ava was alone with her thoughts, and her seemingly endless headache. She pulled off her wig, something she hadn't had the chance to do since she got to the hospital. She peeled each piece of wig tape off, wincing as it pulled at her skin. She never bothered wearing a wig in the hospital, even as a young teenager.

She collapsed into bed, pulling her weighted blanket over her and sighing.

Any time she was admitted she always brought her own blankets and pillows. They helped her feel at home. And every admission brought a significant risk of death, and if she was dying, she was going to die under the comfort of her own blankets.

Call it childish, but she brought her own stuffed animal too. A bear her mom bought her when she was first diagnosed.

She hugged the bear close to her chest, and curled around it. Her head pounded, and she felt a pang of... Something, an emotion, deep in her chest.

There was a knock on her door, and it was opened seconds later. Ava never understood why doctors knocked if they were just going to open the door anyways.

"Hey, you're going to have a roommate in the next few hours," A nurse that Ava recognized from a few admissions ago, spoke, "Please, please be nice. I obviously can't tell you anything, but just keep in mind what your first admission was like for you."

That stuck with Ava.

"Mama," Ava's voice shook. She widened the bathroom door, letting light spill into the room. Her now-bloody hospital gown hung off of her, and the light jolted her mom awake.

"Avie? What happened?"

"I don't know," Her voice heightened in fear, holding the blood-soaked tissue to her nose, "Can you call the doctor please."

Ava's mom put her glasses on and looked around, "Moeder van God, what happened to you?"

"My nose," Ava sniffled, spitting out blood from her mouth. There was blood everywhere - Her gown, her hands, her face, the floor, her bed...

"We need a doctor!" Ava's mom called out, pushing the call button on the wall and rushing to her daughter, "Quickly!"

A nurse came in a few minutes later, "Page Dr. Sal," The nurse yelled out into the hall and flicked the overhead light on, "It's okay sweetie, we're going to get you cleaned up."

Ava was sobbing at this point, shaking at the sight of her own blood, "Why isn't it stopping?"

Sarah was wheeled into the room at around lunch time, at the same time that the meal cart came around. The meal cart nurse set Ava's lunch down on her bed tray, and set Sarah's lunch on her side table.

Sarah looked pale, and thin. She had a big, ugly bruise on one of her arms, and a second smaller bruise on her opposite hand. They had her IV line on the thumb-side of her forearm, and a saline infusion running into it.

"Ava, your chemotherapy will be set up in..." The nurse bringing Sarah glanced at the clock, "Half an hour? Probably as soon as you're done eating. I'll come back in just a minute to give you your pre-medication, and then we'll start once those meds kick in."

Ava nodded, opening her food. Ah, breakfast for lunch. Two mildly soggy pieces of french toast with strawberries, a little cup of syrup, a cup of apple juice with a foil lid creatively labeled "Apple Juice", and about half a cup of scrambled eggs.

One thing she'll reluctantly compliment Gaffney on is the food. Reluctantly. Very reluctantly. For the most part this hospital frustrated her to no end and if she never came here again she would be thrilled, but the food was not terrible. Which was a glowing review, as far as Ava was concerned.

Ava snapped a picture and sent it to Connor's Snapchat. A tradition, to send him her hospital meals before eating and then send him a rating when she finished.

"Is the food here okay?"

Ava looked up at Sarah, who was now inspecting her food.

"Ah, it's not terrible, but hospital food is never great."

"I wouldn't know," She laughed weakly, "I've never even been to a hospital before," She confessed.

"Lucky you," Ava announced, "The french toast is easily the best out of all of the meals. I think I've tried almost all of them," She paused for a moment, poking her straw through the foil lid of her apple juice, "I've also tried the nearby restaurants that deliver here. Some of them throw in free delivery if you tell them you're in the oncology ward. Cancer kid perks," She joked, and Sarah sat in uncomfortable silence.

They ate quietly.

The nurse showed back up a few minutes later with several syringes in hand, "Ready Ava?"

Ava nodded, and fished her brand-new triple-lumen PICC line (the doctors really hooked her up with the good line) out of her blankets, "Ready as I'll ever be."

The nurse pushed Benadryl first, which made Ava's head feel heavy. She always felt like she had to consciously remember to breathe when she had IV Benadryl - It hit so much harder than oral Benadryl.

Zofran came next. She felt tired, but she really wouldn't be able to gauge the effects until her infusion started.

"We'll run the antibiotics through the port so they hit the bacteria directly, and we'll run your chemo and anything other than the antibiotics through your PICC," The nurse explained, "We want to eradicate this bug but we're concerned about the mass in your brain... We don't want to stop chemo and give it a chance to grow bigger."

Ava nodded, watching the nurse finish off her line, "When will my infusion start?"

The nurse looked at the clock, "Probably about one o' clock, about half an hour from now."

Ava nodded, and continued to eat after the nurse finished using her line.

She finished right before the nurse came back in to start her infusion, a clear bag with a bright yellow label, "CHEMOTHERAPY DRUGS", with a radioactivity symbol. Out of the corner of her eye, Ava saw Sarah pale at the scary label.

"Have fun," The nurse joked, and Ava rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, I'll try."

Sarah watched the medicine flow into Ava's line, and almost felt an urge to cry.

"Would you stop gawking at me?" Ava snapped.

"Sorry, sorry," Sarah squeaked, moving her eyes back to her phone.

"What's your diagnosis?" Ava pried, curious as ever.

"Leukemia."

Ava sighed, annoyed at the lack of specificity, "What kind?"

"I don't know, does it matter?"

Ava huffed, "Of course it matters. They're different."

"What are all the types? Maybe I'd recognize it when I hear it?"

"I can't list every single type of Leukemia," Ava rolled her eyes, "Is it acute or chronic?"

"What's the difference?"

"Nevermind," Ava muttered.

"I'm sorry that I'm not a doctor," Sarah replied, sarcastically, "I mean, what do you want me to do? I was diagnosed yesterday. I spent the night in the emergency room. Do you want me to become a doctor while I'm laying in a pool of my own blood?"

Ava felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bekker, your daughter has Acute Myeloid Leukemia, a type of blood cancer."

"Sorry I just..." Ava's voice grew small, "I didn't know."

"Yeah, whatever. It's fine. I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay."

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bbykpoper · 4 years

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𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂💫

Inspired by this post 🌼

Pairing: policeofficer!wooyoung x kindergartenteacher!reader

Warning: sexual content up ahead, read at your own discretion!

Index: Jongho // Hongjoong // Seonghwa // San // Yunho // Mingi // Yeosang

･*:༅

Your eyes were glued to the small piece of paper attached to your car. You’ve been standing there for a good amount of time just looking at it, it worried your co-worker imensly.

“Y/N?” He waved his hand in front of your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“It’s a number.” You said and he looked at you confused. “He left his number on my car again. For Seulgi.”

“Who?” Your co-worker asked.

“The stupid cop that keeps lingering around the block.” You groaned finally moving and ripping the paper off your car.

“Are you sure he left it specifically for Seulgi?”

“Yes Honey, I’m a hundred percent sure he left it for her.” You groaned out, throwing away the piece of paper with the scribbled numbers. “You want a ride home?”

“If it’s not a problem.” He smiled shyly.

Both of you filled into your car and you were about to start it when a soft knock scared you half dead on your widow. You looked up and noticed a uniformed body which was casually leaning down, a smirk coming to your eye level. The eyeroll which followed you opening your window made your co-worker and long time friend, Jooheon, laugh quietly next to you.

“May I help you officer?” You asked, plastering on the fakest smile you could.

“I see you’ve picked up my message.” He still kept smirking at you.

“Yes, and I’ve delivered the previous seven you’ve left to the woman of your interest and would like to ask you to stop leaving them on my car from now on. They’re starting to become annoying.” You smiled and pulled the window up, leaving the parking lot of your work place.

“It’s reasuring that there is a police officer in this neighborhood, the kids feel safe. But I still don’t understand why he’s always here.” Jooheon sighed.

“He likes Seulgi, remember how she brought him sweets and food the other day.” You said, keenly observing the road as you drove him home.

“But that doesn’t have to mean anything. If you ask me, I think he likes you and is desperately trying to get you to notice him.”

“Sure, and the girl that works at the donought shop gives us free drinks because she secretly hooks up with Shownu.” You rolled her eyes, pulling up to his building.

“We may never know that.” He laughed with you as he got out the car. “Say hi to Soyou.”

“You too to the boys.” You smiled and waved at him. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow,”

He waved and ran up the steps of his building. You made the short drive home and sighed, noticing that your roommate was indeed nowhere to be found. Typical of her.

･*:༅

“Miss, Hyunwoo peed himself again.” A child walked up to you, a little girl with her thumb in her mouth, grabbing on to your apron.

“Oh dear, that’s not good.” You patted her head. “Thank you for telling me Yeun.”

Jooheon was bussy being pampered by the girls and looked at you for help. You pointed at the small boy who was crying in the corner, Yeun still clinging to your apron even as you walked. He sighed accepting his fate and trying his best to understand why they were painting his nails with watercolours.

“Hyunwoo, did your mom pack you and extra pair of pants?” You crouched down and smoothed his hair, gently wipping at his tears.

“Yes.” He sniffled.

You took him into your hands and carried him to the bathroom, his backpack shaped like a car hanging off your arm. You were quick to clean him up and calm him down, changing his dirty clothes for clean ones. It wasn’t unusual for Hyunwoo to pee himself, but it always had a reason. Usually he got scared of something and couldn’t control it.

“What happened Hyunwoo? Did you get scared?” You asked him, sneaking him a cookie so he could calm down.

“There was a weird man, by the window.” He said. “He was looking at you.”

“A weird man?” You didn’t notice anybody near the kindergarten, but this really was disturbing. “Are you sure you saw someone by the window.”

“I saw him too.” Yeun said. “He was watching you Miss, but ran away when Hyunwoo started crying.”

“I see.” Two kidds seeing a man? Could it be the stupid cop that kept pestering your poor car? “Did the man wear a police uniform?”

“No.” They both said. “He had a baseball cap on, just like my daddy does when we go to the playground.”

You decided not to show the children your worry and escorted them back to the group. They went off to play with some building blocks and you took this chance to grab Jooheon and drag him out the room.

“Hey Seulgi, can you watch the kids for a while. Me and Honey need to step out for a few minutes.” You asked the black haired woman who simply nodded with a smile, taking on the task at hand. “We have a problem, it could be nothing but it could be something.”

“What do you meant?” Jooheon asked as you stepped outside the building and began walking in the direction of your room’s window.

“Hyunwoo and Yeun said they saw a man staring inside at me.” You said, coming to a stop to look at the parking lot behind the kindergarten. “I’m suspicious of the cop that keeps leaving his number on my car.”

“Well, someone was here.” Jooheon said as he pointed at the footprints in the flower bed. “But I doubt it was the cop. The only crime he has tied to him is liking you. Pretty sure he ain’t your stalker or whatever this is.” Jooheon looked around as well. “Do you have any ex’s who want to scare you?”

“Let’s get one thing straight Honey. I’m not scared.” You said unamused. “And I also didn’t have a boyfriend since like high school. I’m pretty sure that snot nosed asshole has better things to do than stalk me.” You rolled your eyes. “None of my hook-ups know anything about me, Soyou taught me better.” Someting then clicked in your brain. “Soyou didn’t come home last night, and when morning came she begged me not to go to work today.”

“Do you think it has something to do with her?”

“Well... I don’t know. She’s been acting weird the past few days.” You sighed and looked at Seulgi who knocked on the window asking if you guys were okay. “Can this stay between us, I don’t want Seulgi to worry about this.”

“Yeah, but I’m sleeping over at your place tonight.” He said, walking with you. “No taksies-backsies.”

“The kids are rubbing off on you too much.” You laughed and he shrugged his shoulders at you.

･*:༅

Wooyoung sighed loudly as he sat with his friends on his break at Sugarberry’s. Mingi was busy making order as always, but Jongho and Hongjoong managed to allign their breaks with him, surprisingly not spending it with their girlfriends. They were now only waiting for Yeosang.

“What’s wrong? Your plan on leaving your number for that cute girl isn’t blossoming into love?” Jongho mocked him.

“She thinks I’m leaving it for her co-worker.” He whinned. “The other girl hasn’t stopped texting me. She even made me lunch last week.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Hongjoong said. “You at least have another girl interested in you.”

“No. I only want that one girl to be interested in me.” He said.

“Then why don’t you just openly ask her out on a date?” The famous waitress of Sugarberry’s spoke up, placing a steaming cup of tea on the table, most likely for Yeosang who just walked in. “I mean it most likely won’t work, but dude, no girl needs a number of a strange cop on their car, seven days a week.” She laughed as Yeosang rolled his eyes at the information he heard. “Just come clean and maybe she’ll accept your date invitation.”

“Or maybe not because she has a boyfriend.” He mumbled when he saw you walk in with your co-worker who he’s seen you drive to and from work. “Just my fucking luck.”

“Honey, you really don’t need to sleep over.” You whinned, not even noticing the enticing cop who was keenly observing you. “I’m sure Soyou is just acting weird because of the stress on her own job.”

“I don’t care, I’m not having two girls living alone be scared shitless because some guy decided to prey on you.” He said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll even invite the guys.”

You sighed as he started calling up his friends and ordered some drinks and sweets to go. While you waited you took a seat at a table and only then did you notice four guys looking at you, recognizing the police officer at the table. You narrowed your eyes at him and decided to ask him a question, which caught him and his friends, including Honey, off guard.

“Were you at the kindergarten today? The parking area to be percise.”

“No... I’m off duty because of my exams.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“See.” Honey said, finally off his phone. “His only crime is liking you.”

The table went into a soft hum of snickers while Wooyoung embodied the pikachu meme. You blinked and nodded, not believing a word out of your friend’s mouth and happily going up to pay for your order and leave.

A sudden kick got Wooyoung out of his thoughts and he looked up at the waitress who motioned with her eyes towards you, silently telling him to go for it.

“He’s not wrong you know.” Wooyoung spoke up as you walked back. “I do like you.”

“That’s nice, but you don’t even know my name.”

“Well you don’t even know mine.” He countered.

You rolled your eyes and went to leave, Honey giving Wooyoung a small thumbs up and nodding as if to signal that he shouldn’t give up. With determination in his eyes, Wooyoung stepped up and went after you, blocking your way to your car.

“My name is Jung Wooyoung, I work at the Korean Police Department and am currently taking my Detective exams.” He stated. “Please go out with me.”

You were shocked at the straight forwardness he had in himself and blinked a few times to come back to your senses. You were about to say no, but he beat you to it.

“Before you say no, please give me a chance. One date.” You looked at him, right in the eyes, noticing how he wasn’t joking about this.

“Alright.” You nodded. “One date.”

“Awesome.” He smiled and it was only then that you noticed how the blond may have looked attractive. “I’ll pick you up on Friday at 7 p.m. sharp.” And he skipped off inside.

Jooheon was smiling at you and you pushed him off to make him shut up and he laughed. You knew this was going to be a tough night for you seeing as you were going to be the main topic.

･*:༅

The days leading up to Friday were weird. You noticed more weird things happening around you and Soyou, but mostly her. Ever since the guys slept over you two began recieving letters on a daily all of them containing death threats towards you and promises for Soyou. Even at your work place, strange things kept pilling up, from dead birds to your car being scratched and keyed daily.

“Are you scared yet?” Jooheon asked as you two cleaned up your groups room. “That’s like what, the fourth dead bird this week!”

“Calm down Honey. If I show fear it will only get worse.” You sighed folding the blankets.

“But if you don’t you might get hurt!” He threw the toys on the floor into the basket with anger. “Tell it to Wooyoung.”

“What? No.” You said. “I’m not going to tell my date that I’m being stalked by some dude who wants to kill me because he wants to marry my roommate.”

“You have a stalker?” Seulgi joined you two just as you were finishing your sentence. “If you do, you should really go to the police y/n.”

“It’s fine Seulgi, it’s nothing serious.” You waved it off.

“Bitch you got a dead bird delivered to you with it’s little head cut off.” Honey growled out. “It is serious!” He yelled out catching you both off guard. “If you don’t tell Wooyoung, I will.”

“Fine. I’ll tell him, when our date ends.” You bit back. You looked over at Seulgi who smiled at you warmly at the knowledge that you two would be going on a date. “I’m sorry, I know you like him.”

“Oh no. Don’t be.” She waved her hand and smiled. “He told be that he is interested in you and not me. You don’t have to apologise. I’m happy that you finally said yes.”

The whole day proceeded calmly and you drove Jooheon to your house. You were surprised to see Shownu and Kihyun sat on your porch with some snacks in their hands. You looked over at Honey who just shrugged.

“I’ve had enough of you two living alone with this whole dead birds, marriage proposals and death threats hanging over your heads. The boys and I are moving in with you.”

“But where will you guys sleep?” You asked looking at your small, two bedroom home.

“The couch and floors are good eough for us.”

Soyou was inside making dinner and talking with Minhyuk while the rest of the boys loitered around the living room. You had a little bit over two hours before Wooyoung would be picking you up, so you decided to quickly shower and get ready. You two exchanged numbers and were actively texting and you had to admit to yourself, he was fun. He had this plethora of dumb dad jokes as well as topics which you found far too interesting.

“Dang woman!” Changkyun whistled lowly. “You look nice.”

“Changkyun, I’m wearing jeans and crop top.” You deadpanned.

“Nice.” He gave you a thumbs up and you all laughed at him and his antics.

“Have fun on your date.” Soyou smiled at you, the dark circles heavy under her eyes.

“I will. Make sure these guys don’t destroy our house.” You hugged her, sadness coating your expression.

Jooheon yelling for you that your boyfriend is here had you almost body slamming him into the nearest wall but he evaded your strike wiggling his hips and moving away. Wooyoung stood outside, chuckling at you two and smiling when you blushed at the fact he saw this.

“Sorry.” You said glaring at Honey. “He’s dumb.”

“Are you ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup.” You joined him by his side and he escorted you to his car. He even opened the door for you as a true gentleman. “You’re stepping up your game.”

“I have to impress you fully.” He smirked at you. “You finally agreed to this date.”

The drive was nice but whenever you asked him where you guys are going he said it’s a surprise. You joked he was the stalker you supposedly had and his instincts kicked in, telling him this was not a joke. He decided to keep quiet for now and parked his car at this abandoned skelleton of an unfinished building. You laughed when you recognised the place he had taken you.

“Are we going to be star gazing?” You asked.

“How’d you know?” He was surprised you figured it out.

“See this?” You pointed at the grafitti which had a verse from a song and the drawing of the night sky. “Honey and I did this in high school.” You smiled at the memory. “My friends and I hung out so much here.”

“I recently found this place.” He layed out a blanket and a basket. “I like the stars and I thought you’d enjoy it too.” He smiled at you. “I’m glad I was right.”

You guys joked around as you at the food he prepared and were currently laying on the blanket, doing your best to try and count the stars tonight. You were happy and at peace with this, especially when he showed you how constellations work. You almost even forgot about that looming problem you and your roommate had.

“Why did you joke that I was your stalker?” He asked suddenly.

“It’s not my stalker personally.” You said, coming to terms that it was time to speak about it and fulfilling the promise you gave Jooheon. “My roommate Soyou, it’s her stalker, she has big problems at work because of him. And now it’s coming back home and reflecting on me and our friends.” You moved your head so you could look at him. “Soyou works as a hostess in a very fancy restourant and is quite pretty. She always gets some guy to run after her but not on purpose. It’s probably someone she was nice to and is now so infatuated with her that he keeps following me, her roommate, around and loitering around the kindergarten. He keeps sending letters and gifts to her. While I get the death threats and dead birds.” You sighed. “She’s exhausted and it’s really draining her, we keep living in fear and even asked Jooheon and his guy friends to stay over for the week because last night somebody tried to break into our home but were caught by our neighbor.”

“Did you report it to the police?” He asked, now sitting up.

“No.” You sighed. “I don’t exactly trust the police.” You shrugged your shoulders. “No offence.”

“None taken.” He smiled sadly. All the offence was taken.

“There is a reason why I told you this.” You admit, also sitting up. “I don’t trust the police, but you are a different case. I may not know you that well, but as we messaged this week I figured out that you are trustworthy just clumsy a little bit.” You were indicating his straight forward way of leaving his phone number on your car. “Jooheon basically yelled at me to tell you this... I just... Can you help me and my roommate?”

“I know a few people.” He smiled and placed his hand over yours. “I’ll do my best to help you out.”

･*:༅

“Soyou, y/n. This is Detective Nam.” Wooyoung introduced the older male who was standing in your living room. “He’s from the sexual crimes unit and is an expert on cases with stalkers. He’s here to help you.”

You and Wooyoung had slowly developed a relationship which was now going one month strong. He was doing great with his Detective exams, while you and your roommate were still battling this stalker who upped his game by a mile. Now instead of recieving dead birds, you were personally recieving items the kids from your group had lost and it was becoming urgent.

“Nice to meet you girls.” The man bowed. “I’ve been informed of your problem and will be working on your case starting this minute. I hope you don’t mind if we wire your home and set up cameras at any and every entrance point of your home.”

“Have fun.” Is what you told him.

“Perfect. My team will be surveilling your home 24h a day.” He spoke up. “We believe that the man who is after you two is tied to another one of our cases and we would like to catch him.”

The only thing you two could do was nod in silence. The technicians set up the cameras and wires around the home as you and Soyou sat and spoke with Detective Nam a bit more.

“So now he is taking items from the children at the kindergarten you are working at?” The Detective asked.

“Yes. I’m currently on sick leave so as the children are not in danger.” You said.

“That was a smart decision on your side. Have you gotten anything in the mean time?”

You pulled out a letter with a picture of you and Wooyoung outside of your home the night you went on your first date. Your face had a red circle around it and the words ‘stay out of it’ written above it.

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to die in the next few days.” You said nonchalantly.

“I apologise, her defense mechanism to danger is sarcasm.” Soyou grabbed your hand, her own shaking in fear.

“You won’t die. Wooyoung will be staying inside the house with you two.” Detective Nam sighed, understanding the weigh of this case. “Do you have someone who can stay with you Miss Soyou.”

“My boyfriend.” She answered and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I’ll call him over right now.”

“Good.” Detective Nam stood up and looked at Wooyoung. “You have persmission to carry your service weapon with you and to use it if the situation calls for it. Please be careful, we will take care of the rest.”

“Yes sir!” He nodded as the older man left.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you know some people.” You smirked at him. “Does this mean we’ll be sharing a room?”

“My job description says yes.” He smirked. “And I would very much like that.”

You laughed as you guided him to your room at the end of the hall. Wooyoung noticed that your bed had been moved to the far corner, away from the window. The fact that there was a small commode was placed underneath the window, with very sharp pins, some cactuses and if he saw correctly nails covering the top had him wide eyed.

“I’m not dumb you know.” You said, bouncing on the bed. “My baseball bat is located here.” You pulled it out from between your bed and wall. “I usually sleep curled up against the wall. And I ain’t no scared bitch to not swing at him.”

“That’s hot, and scary at the same time.” He laughed and sat next to you. “But seriously, you can rest easy now that I’m here.”

You raised your eyebrow in amusement at his whole manly persona coming out and punched him in the shoulder, pushing him down.

“So manly, falls with one simple punch from a girl.”

You laughed as he pulled you down next to you, you two beginning a wrestling match which ended with you stradling his waist, feeling something poke you in your thigh.

“Is that your service weapon I feel poking me?” You asked, bitting your lip when he pointed at his gun on your bedside table.

“It is a type of service weapon.” He said, sitting up and pulling you even closer by your thighs. “That is, if you are comfortable and want to of course.”

You felt your stomach flutter and your heart beat fast at his words and you moved your hand to his cheek, pulling it so that his face met yours, and you gave him a kiss.

“I don’t have any objections to that, sir.”

You let your thumbs run over the pink of his cheeks and the plush of his full lips, gazing at his dark eyes which seemed as if they held all the galaxies of the universe. You pressed a kiss to his lips. Light, fluttering. He groaned lowly into the kiss as your tongues danced. You slipped your fingers underneath the material of his simple coloured t-shirt, raking them along his soft abs and relishing in the warmth of his skin. He decided to match your pace, dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing it roughly.

He murmured as his lips found their way along your shoulder, fingers tugging the collar of your shirt out of his way.

His big hands slid up your torso and cupped your breasts through the material of your bra briefly before reaching around to unclasp it. He threw it to the ground before reaching for you again, long fingers tweaking your hardening nipples. You grew exponentially wetter when he enclosed his lips around one, his fingers tugging at the other, and then alternating. He did this back and forth until you were a whining mess.

One hand stayed squeezing and kneading your breast while the other slid down to your thigh, gliding around it before finding its way between your legs, bypassing your jeans. He targeted the wet spot on your panties and pressed into it in long slow circles, teasing your lips and your wet opening. You moaned against his neck and his member twitched at the sound. He quickly pushed his way past the messy fabric and thrust two fingers into you. He loved the sound and feel of your slickness. He slid his fingers in and out of you, stroking your walls until you were a grinding mess in his lap, whimpering his name in his ear.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He whispered into your ear, not stopping his assault on your lower region.

“Yes.” You whinned out.

“Yes what?” He tugged on your lower lips, enticing a mewl out of you.

“Yes sir.” You let out a breath when his mouth connected with yours just as his fingers went faster as you let go of yourself completely, spasaming around his fingers furiously. “Sir, please fuck me.” You breathed out. “I need to feel your big cock filling me up over and over again. Please sir.”

He withdrew himself from you, quickly making sure both of you were naked as he layed you on your back so you were completely exposed to him before slowly pushing himself in. His dark orbs were locked with yours, watching your reaction. You were whimpering, needing more. He was going so slow, and teasing you to the point where you couldn’t handle it. You needed him to be a little rough. You wanted to feel it later. You wanted to feel it when you walked. It was as if Wooyoung could understand your silent plea and decided to oblige fully.

“Hands.” He said. You obeyed, holding them both up for him. He took them both, slamming them onto the pillows beside your head. You glanced up at him as he held you down. “Good girl.”

Relentlessly, almost possessive Wooyoung moves his hips, slamming into you to make you feel his strength and dominance. “Be good and cum for me sweetheart. I want your pretty little cunt to squeeze me before I paint your body white.”

Your orgasm hit you hard. The flood gates opened and pleasure jolted through you, making your body quake underneath him. Your fingers curled into his shoulders as you fought the urge to nibble on his neck. Your eyes were shut tight and you were seeing nothing but searing white hot stars. You were panting profusely, trying to catch your breath as you continued to cum. The sheer intensity had you quivering.

It took Wooyoung a few more thurst to pull out and cum on your bare breasts, painting them with the sticky substance. He was quick to move and get a towel to clean you up. You were exhausted beyong measure and sleepily looking up at him.

“So you have a sir fetish?” You giggled when he blushed, bringing your comforter over you and snuggling next to you.

“We all have our likes.” He said. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“It’s hot. Not gonna lie.”

“You’re hot.” He kissed the back of your neck and you moaned loudly. “Is my baby girl ready for round two?”

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After four rounds and loud banging from Soyou and her boyfriend whose voice you recognized as Minhyuck, you finally fell asleep in Wooyoung’s arms. It was around 3 a.m. when he woke up to the sound of scratching at your window. He quickly grabbed his service weapon when he noticed a dark figure messing with the window and trying to forcefully open it. When the figure couldn’t open it as it percieved it easy, he grabbed a nearby rock and threw it through the glass, waking you up and allerting the officers stationed around your house.

A man jumped into your room, a knife in hand and eyes bloodshot with need to hurt you. Wooyoung placed his gun on the man’s head and he suddenly froze, not expecting to be faced with a man inside your room.

“Place the knife down and raise your hands in the air.” Wooyoung’s voice was darker than your room. “Slowly.”

Soyou let in the police officers and guided them to your room in the mean time. They arrested the man, pulling his baseball cap off his head and having her identify him as one of the customers that frequented her work place.

“Well done Wooyoung.” Detective Nam said from your broken window. “You’ll be an impresive detective in the future.”

“Thank you sir.” He said with a smile.

“Especially after this plan which you’ve orcastrated.” The older man smiled at him. “You start on Monday Detective.” He went to leave but stopped short to look at you. “Oh and Miss y/n, we’ll send someone to fix your window tomorrow. Thank you for you co-opperation.”

“Thank you for helping us out.” You bowed from your sitting position on the bed.

As everybody left your room you looked at your window sadly and sighed. Wooyoung came over and sat down next to you, brushing his fingers along your exposed neck. You looked over at him and smiled, resting your fore head against his. You both began laughing as you just sat there in silence and comfort, as the stars outside twinkled in the night sky.

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“Kids, this is Detective Jung and he’s come this way to teach you about safety and why it’s important to not trust strangers.” You spoke as you clapped your hands to catch the children’s attention.

They all ran up to Wooyoung who was overwhelmed with the attention but smiled when he noticed how happy the kids were and the fondness you kept in your eyes as you observed them. He then felt a tug on his sleeve and looked over at a small girl with her thumb in her mouth, her other hand holding on to a small boy who looked scared.

“Hi.” He greeted them as the girl removed her thumb from her mouth to speak.

“You’re the boy that kept leaving notes on Miss y/n’s car.” Yeun stated and you had to hold back a laugh along with Jooheon and Seulgi. “You kept talking to your imaginary friend and then leaving notes, but coming back and taking them away.”

“Wha-” Wooyoung blushed furiously and looked up at you then back at the kids. “No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!” Hyunwoo said pointing a finger at him. “But you were dressed as a police man and were always sad because Miss y/n ignored you!”

“Okay kids, that’s enough of teasing Detective Jung.” Jooheon said as he guided them away from him. “Miss y/n teased him enough before he finally told her he likes her. I think he doesn’t need you two to add to it.”

“Does that mean they’re like mommy and daddy?” Yeun asked, holding on to Hyunwoo.

“No. They’re more like you and Hyunwoo.” He said snickering at a dumbfounded Wooyoung.

“Oh, so Miss y/n takes care of him like I do of Hyunwoo?”

“Yes, I do.” You said with a smile patting her on the head.

All of the kids then sat down in front of Wooyoung as he somehow managed to begin talking about safety measures and everything he had planned. While you on the other hand got another tug on your apron from Yeun.

“Does that mean you want to be like mommy and daddy with him? Because that’s how I want to be with Hyunwoo.” Wooyoung heard this and his mouth hung open at the boldness of this little girl.

You looked up at his flushed face and confused eyes. You were sure he was going to faint if you answered the little girl, but truth be told you wanted to see his reaction. I mean you guys have been dating for a number of years and it wouldn’t hurt to tell him just to see if you guys were on the same page. And boy were you right when you thought he would almost faint from your answer.

“I guess I do.”

Wooyoung bit his tongue to control the dumb smile on his face but failed. The kids started picking on him and he didn’t really care.

He was just happy that you wanted to be like mommy and daddy with him.

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pastelpastryblog · 4 years

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 4

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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Back home before Harry left for university, Harry and I would always go to the theatres to watch movies. He bought tickets for us to watch “Bad boys for life” at 4:30pm but its 4pm and Kimberly is still at Harry’s house. I wouldn’t mind her being here and going to the movies with us if she was at least nice to me, but she isn’t. When me and harry would talk to each other, she makes sure that the conversation shifts to her, its like she really doesn’t want me to be here and it’s making me feel uncomfortable. I just wish that Harry could see that. Time is up and we decide to leave for the movies. Harry offered to drive us in his car, but I insist to drive instead because I knew Kimberley was going to be making remarks like “the girlfriend should always sit in the passenger seat, next to her boyfriend” and quite frankly, I didn’t want to hear it. As soon as she looks at my car, she already had something to say.

- “So, this is the car that you want us to ride in? Jesus Christ, we should have just called an Uber” she torts out loud and obnoxiously

- “Why don’t we ride in your car then, since mine isn’t good enough for you.” I defend myself and my car.

- “Y/N, Kimberley doesn’t have a car. She doesn’t even have a license yet” Harry says silently as he nudges me to be quiet.

I laugh silently when I heard that. My car has 5 doors and 4 wheels and its not a crappy car so what’s the matter with that? Even if it was a crappy car, it does what it needs to do and takes me to places so what’s the issue? I unlock my car and I get in. Just when harry is about to open the door to sit in the passenger seat, Kimberly rushes to harry and pulls him to the back so that they could sit together. I know I said this already but I’m really Harry’s uber driver, aren’t I? first I deliver his food, and now this? Laughable. We get to the movies and Kimberley begs harry to buy her a ticket. Finally, we get into the theatre and I was thinking that because me and Kimberley don’t know each other AND she just hates me off rip, it would be sensible for Harry to sit in between us but nope, Kimberley decided to let a group of four find seats before her and Harry. While all of this was happening, I thought that both Harry and Kimberley were behind me and because of that, I end up sitting by myself and have 5 strangers (including Kimberley) sit between me and harry. I didn’t even get to watch the movie properly because all I could think about was the fun me and Harry could have had. I even started to question why I even took time off from work to come here.

A few hours later, the movie ended. Harry planned that we go bowling and to a pizza place, but Kimberley didn’t want to do that. She had other plans instead, so we went back home. Harry and started to feel very hungry and so we went into the fridge and took out the food that auntie made. Harry happened to have ingredients that should be eaten with the side dishes that his mother made, so he asked Kimberley if she could wash and make the rice while he fried eggs and peeled some potatoes.

- “I’m not your maid for you to be asking me to wash the rice. Do it yourself.” she says while folding her arms with a ferocious expression spread across her face.

- “Kim, just help me this once. I’m already peeling potatoes and will fry the rice. Please? We’re all going to eat this anyway, so you might as well help. Plus, its quicker too.” Harry conveys to Kimberley.

- “I don’t want to eat whatever this atrocious food is. It smells horrible. Ew, is that seaweed? Yeah, I don’t like whatever this nonsense is. Who made this?” Kimberley viciously says while directly making eye contact with me.

While she is pretending to gag at the food, me and Harry make eye contact and just shake our heads. I decide to walk into the kitchen area where Harry was peeling potatoes.

- “I’ll help since I don’t want to wait too long for the food to be ready” I say with a smile.

- “Thanks Y/N. but you’re the guest. I wanted me and Kimberley to show off our cooking skills.” He says.

- “No worries. I’m just really hungry” I wash my hands and g straight to where the containers full of side dishes are and open it and put it in my mouth. “mmm, Harry. Your mom did a really good job at making these. This is delicious.” I then turn around and start washing the rice.

When Kimberley heard that, her eyes widened up. She looked like she messed up. No, she did mess up. She thought that I was the one that cooked for Harry, so she thought that it was okay for her to be rude. Childish.

Harry takes his phone out and makes a phone call. He orders a Pepperoni pizza. I already knew that the pizza wasn’t for me or him, we both hate pepperoni, so I knew he ordered it for Kimberley.

- “P, why are you ordering pizza?” Kimberley says, confused.

- “I ordered it for you, Kim. Since you don’t like my mom’s food, or Korean food.” Harry says with his head down, peeling the potatoes.

- “No, that’s not what I meant.” She says with an apologetic voice.

Harry slams the potato peeler on the counter and looks up at her. He’s angry.

- “then what did you mean?” he voiced, while being exasperated.

- “I meant to say-“

- “Oh, you meant to say that it’s because you don’t like my mom’s cooking? Said it because you don’t like Korean food, Korean culture or me being Korean? Or did you say it because you thought that Y/N cooked it?” Harry snaps with anger in his eyes.

- “ I didn’t-“ Kimberley says silently.

- “The pizza is coming soon anyway, so it’s not like I can cancel it. Just eat it when it comes.”

- “Guys, that’s enough!” I eventually shout at them. “please stop this. It’s a happy evening, let’s not ruin the mood here now. Okay?” I say while looking at them both with a serious yet gentle expression. I lied, the evening was not great, neither was the day, but I just wanted everyone to get along.

20 minutes go bye in silence. Everybody seems to be upset, but me and Harry managed to complete our cooking amidst the silence. All I could do was just stand in the kitchen with my hands on my back, because of how awkward it was, while Harry set the table.

- “Let’s eat, Y/N”

I noticed that Harry had only set the table for two. He completely ignored Kimberley.

- “Kimberley, come eat.” I say, as the peace maker.

- “Nah, she’s good” Harry says, while pouring me some water.

- Are you sure Harry? Because-“

- “Just eat Y/N. jal meoggessseubnida” He says before he starts eating.

15 minutes later, me and harry had finally finished eating. His mom did a great job with the food and so did Harry. It brought back memories on when we used to cook together and rate each other’s cooking skills. I missed it. Harry gets up to wash the plates, but I insist to wash them instead because the air was filled with awkwardness still and I just didn’t want to be involved. Harry didn’t want me to wash the plates because he keeps considering me as a guest, but in the end, he gave in.

A few minutes later, Harry’s phone rings. It’s the pizza man telling him to get the delivery from the garage downstairs. He puts his phone on his coffee table and puts on his hoody. Just as he is turning the door handle, Kimberley runs up to him.

- “P, where are you going?” she says worriedly.

- “Your pizza is here” he says while half ignoring her, face on the ground. “Y/N, Ill be right back.” He says while quickly glancing at me and then closing the door behind him.

Kimberley then goes to the coffee table and grabs Harry’s phone. She seemed like she was going through his phone, while muttering things under her breath. I finish washing the dishes and notice that there’s nothing for me to dry my hands with.

- “Hey, Kimberley, do you know where Harry keeps his hand towels? I gently ask.

- “Shut your mouth. You’re the reason why PH-1 is angry at me. How dare you try and act high and mighty in this house. I wish you never came here. Stupid bitch.”

- “I beg your pardon?” I say, with confusion and shock written all over my face.

- “You heard me, bitch. I said, I wish you never came here.”

- “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been rude to me ever since I got here. Can we just get along, for Harry’s sake?”

- “What if I don’t want to get along with you?” she says with a mean expression on her face.

Just as Kimberley is walking up to me, assuming to slap me, the keys unlock the door from the outside and Kimberley gets shocked and makes an extremely fast U-turn into Harry’s room. Leaving me standing in the living room area alone. Like an idiot. The door opens, Harry looks around the living room and kitchen area and sees no signs of Kimberley.

- “Hey, where is she?” Harry asks, curiously, with a pizza box in his hands.

- “She just rushed into your room.” I say, while being tired of the day, even though its only 8pm.

- “Oh okay, thanks Y/N. Also, I’m sorry about my behaviour earlier. I- I- I just lost it at that moment.” Harry says with disappointment spread on his face.

- “Hey, its okay, Harry. Go in there, she’s probably waiting for you” I say with a smile on my face.

- “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a good friend” he says. Then quickly grabs his phone from the coffee table in the living room and heads to his bedroom.

Its been about an hour since Harry and Kimberley where in his room eating pizza. I got tired so I tried going into his roommate’s bedroom, but it had happened to be locked. I message Harry to ask him how about the sleeping arrangements, but my messages seem to not go through. 2 hours go by and Harry still wont answer his messages. I even call him and its also not going through. As much as I can’t stand Kimberley, I don’t want both herself and Harry to be arguing. So, I end up going to stand Infront of the bedroom, just to hear about what’s going on and I’m hearing giggling. I hear them both giggling because Harry is tickling Kimberley. I even hear Harry ask Kimberley for a kiss, and that’s when I knew that it was time for me to leave. Harry had left my bag on the couch, so I just took it, put on my coat and shoes, then I left. I just sat in my car because I didn’t know where to go and I was just thinking about today. Out of all the days that I have spent with Harry, this one has to be number 1 on the list for the worst. In fact, we barely spent time. Only time we “spent time was while we ate together. I was angry and I was also sad. “What did I do to this girl? Why can’t Harry see that she’s a bad person? Why is Harry making love to this girl why he’s left me all alone for 2 hours, in the living room? Why won’t he reply to my messages or calls? Why is he giving me mixed signs?” That was all that was running through my mind.

I search for hotels that are nearby the highway, that I will be taking to leave this city tomorrow. I find a good hotel and drive to it. I check in and sleep. I wake up the next day and check out. Still, there’s no reply and no calls from Harry. I sigh at the sight of my phone and I just drive off. The car ride home was horrible, it started pouring rain.

Is Harry ever going to text or call me back?

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hadesglance · 5 years

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All hail the new queen... - 18 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part TwelvePart Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen

Hades walked briskly through the stacks and stacks of records of the Underworld library. Until he finally found his brother standing there, lantern floating above him as he pulled another dusty scroll out of its place holder, “Whatever this is…make it fast.”

Zeus looked at him blinking several times, “What is so important that you can’t indulge me?”

Hades rolled his eyes before they landed in his brother’s face again. He raised a hand pointing at Zeus, “You shaved.”

Zeus frowned looking back at the scroll, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y/N was right, wasn’t she? Hera didn’t actually like it.” Hades smirked a little watch his brother scowl more. Hades chuckled before crossing his arms, “What are we doing here, Zeus?”

Zeus put the scroll back, “I’m looking for a blessing record.”

“A blessing record?” Hades straightened up finding his brother to be here for a serious reason, “From who?”

“Hecate.” Zeus chuckled when Hades got an even more confused look, “I know, she’s not really a blessing type of person, but that’s what my source told me.”

“Source? Did you ever think to ask Hecate?” Hades reached up grabbing the lantern and began walking away leaving Zeus to catch up.

“I did, and she said she didn’t remember.” Zeus told him finally getting in stride with him, “In fact she said she did some strange things back in the day and things are a little fuzzy. They started to clear up when she came to visit Percy in the Underworld and then when you asked her to stay on to help here and there…that’s when things become clearer.”

“Well, any blessing will be recorded under whatever god or goddess granted it.” Hades led him over to Hecate’s section, “You know Hecate sorted this library out for me, I’m not sure if you’re going to find anything. What’s this about?”

Zeus began running his hands over the documents looking at the descriptions and titles, “I don’t know, I just have a feeling. It’s time for me to be king again and take an interest.”

Hades watched his brother taking in a deep breath as he looked at his watch. You would understand…he knew you would, you always did, “Zeus, if there’s something you need to talk about…”

His brother looked at him seriously for a moment before he broke out into a smile, “I’m sure it’s nothing, and besides you are dressed in a very nice suit. What’s the occasion?”

Hades didn’t freeze much around Zeus anymore, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted the whole of Olympus to know about his progression in relationship with you. Not that much happened after your cousin’s party. The whole way home he’d ran through different scenarios.

Several that might even make his dear younger brother blush…

Hades glanced over to you as he drove into the driveway. You had become very silent on the ride home and it worried him. Things had moved so quickly in a manner of an hour, he hoped you didn’t regret it.

He parked, turned off the engine and looked at you, “Y/N…I…if I’ve put you in a position…”

“Hades,” You interrupted him with a touch on the arm and a smile, “I wouldn’t have done anything if I hadn’t wanted it.”

He felt a knot in his throat as he gently took your hand kissing your fingers, “Good…”

You smiled at him taking your hand back as you reached for the door. He could see that you were sincere with your answer but there was something in your eyes that clouded this happy moment.

He got out quickly coming around helping you out of the car taking your hands in his, “Y/N, is something wrong?”

You swallowed looking away, “I’m not very good at hiding things from you…I never have been.”

“What is it?” Concerned crushed any heat from his mind as his role as a protector overtook him.

“…I think there might be something wrong with my dad…I don’t know I just got this feeling as we left.” You finally looked him in the eyes, “I know he wouldn’t say anything…and I know mom she would be telling everyone…”

He nodded listening for a moment, “…I could look…if it’s what you want, but Y/N…knowing when someone goes…it often doesn’t work out the way the person intended.”

You hung your head nodding a little, “I know…it’s just…”

Already he could see your emotions becoming wild and out of your control. He stepped forward pulling you to himself hoping to shield you from it all, “I promise if I find out anything, I’ll let you know, but…you have to promise to ask him yourself.”

You promised quickly wrapping your arms around him. The rest of the night was quiet. What he had expected to be passionate and awake, ended up being reserved perfection. Reading by the fire while you studied, until you could do no more falling asleep against his shoulder.

The side of his mouth twitched as he looked at his brother, “It’s just a suit…”

“Oh don’t think I didn’t notice those electrified eyes of yours just because it’s dim lit and I’m on a mission.” Zeus’ eyes narrowed on him, “Hades…”

“Fine…I’m taking Y/N out for dinner.” He shut his eyes preparing for the onslaught that would be coming his way.

“Well it’s about time! When this all happen? Unless…is this when it’s happening?” Zeus slapped his brother’s back raising his eyebrows.

“If you are referring to us become a more unified couple instead of roommates?” Hades internally groaned at the satisfied grin on Zeus’ face, “A couple weeks ago…”

“How? I must know!” Zeus smiled at him brightly, “Was it her? Was it you? Who made this sudden move for the better?”

Hades felt his cheeks burn, “I’m not talking to you about this.”

“It was both of you! It’s kismet!” He threw up his arms.

“That’s not ours brother, shame on you.” Hades shook his head, “Especially down here…”

“The Fates can go suck it…kismet is much more poetic.” Zeus smirked at him, “But seriously, I am happy for you.”

Hades looked at him for a moment before he smiled, “Thank you, if you need anything…”

“I will not dare disturb you tonight.” Zeus waved his hands shooing him away as he walked back down the stack, “I will manage and make sure that I am out on time, I promise. You’ll not have any trouble from me, so don’t worry.”

“Zeus…” Hades watched him stop looking back at him, “You look good.”

“I do, don’t I?” Zeus winked at him before he turned away, “Tell Y/N hello for me, oh! And I’d still like to see that book if we can arrange it?”

Hades waved his hand to him as he exited the library into the foyer of the house. Cerberus ran up to him tongue hanging out happily.

Hades smiled scratching behind his ears, “What are you so happy about?”

“I just had a long tug of war session with him.” Hades looked up seeing you in sundress with a shrug. His mouth dropped open slightly as you smiled at him, “I hope this is ‘dolled up’ enough?”

He chuckled at the reference to the text he sent you earlier in the week requesting you get dolled up for their date this evening, “Quite. Does the request date me?”

“No.” You stepped up to him eyes twinkling, “It’s sweet.”

“Glad to know.” He offered his arm to you, “Ready?”

“Very. Everything okay with Zeus?” You looped your arm with his.

“Yes. He’s just investigating something.” He smirked a little as he lowered his voice, “He shaved by the way.”

Your laughter brought him joy, “But I doubt he’ll admit that I was right.”

“Never.” He opened the door leading you outside to the car, “He also mentioned a book he needed to barrow from you?”

“Oh, that’s right.” You closed your eyes nodding, “I was talking to him about the book I used to get to the Underworld. I could go get it now…”

“No…we can arrange something when we get back. Zeus has taken up enough of our time tonight.” He opened the car door for you.

“You sure?” You stopped in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Very sure, he’s waited this long, he can wait another day.” He could see that you were not entirely sold on this, “Fine…I’ll have…uh…”

He snapped his fingers trying to remember the shades names as you watched him, “…Lil..”

“Lilly, yes…I remember. I’ll have Lilly find it and deliver it?” Ever since you’d arrived the shades had begun to change. They remembered who they were in a sense and you’d been requesting them by name. A few even moved on. He still struggled with the idea of addressing them differently from what he’d been doing since…oh you know…ever, “Acceptable?”

“Yes, it’s on my desk.” You leaned up kissing his cheek.

He grinned as you stepped into the car before he shut the door. He stepped around the other side shutting his eyes reaching out to Lilly giving her the instruction. She acknowledged as he sat down starting the car looking to you, “Done.”

“One day you will have to teach me all of your secrets of communication, so I no longer have to get out bed and still participate in class.” You smirked at him, “So, where are we going?”

“A place with food.” He reached over taking your hand as you gave him an unsatisfied look, “It’s an old curry joint on the ocean. I normally order out, but recent company has prompted me visit and sit down.”

“Aww, I’m getting you out of the house.” You squeezed his hand, “So you like Indian food?”

“I do.” He glanced at you slightly worried, “Do you not?”

“I can’t say I’ve had much of it. What is it you like?” You seemed to watch him intently as he answered.

“Uh…well not much grows in the Underworld.” He spoke softly, “It was the colors of the spices that drew me first. Then when you try everything…the taste…”

“It’s hot right?” You made a worried face.

“It can be, but it’s more flavorful.” He saw your face and smiled, “It’s about how you cook it…I know the chef, I’ll make sure he’s gentle with you.”

“Good…I wouldn’t want anything to prevent what happens after dinner.” You looked away smirking when his head turned to you, but he caught your reflection in the window.

Hades sometimes felt he was in over his head with you. Your world was fast and new. His was old and slow. You lived in the now, while he lived for the future. You were a mortal…he was immortal.

Yet, every time he looked at you there was this spark. Something began to burn inside of him that he couldn’t explain. It was in everything you did; it gave him a rush that he’d never felt before.

“How is it?” He smiled watching your eyes begin to twinkle from the first bite you took.

“It’s…” You put your hand to your mouth as you continued to chew, “oh my gosh…it’s like heaven.”

He chuckled as he filled the water glasses again, “Good, I’m glad you like it.”

“I can’t believe this place is in town, I’ve driven past here so many times.” You spoke with exuberance, “How did you find it?”

“I…walk Cerberus…occasionally…Sometimes I need some fresh air,” He told you awkwardly, “and about 25 years ago I happened by here. It was just opening.”

You laughed a little, “I forget who you are sometimes until you say something like. What do you tell the owner? That you’re, your own son?”

“Yes…I used a glamor last time…changed my nose a bit.” He chuckled as your eyes widened, “What?”

“So…you choose how you appear to someone?” You reached for your glass letting the question rest between you both.

“If you’re worried that I’m not who I seem to be…don’t…I didn’t have a chance to change what I looked like when you came. You took me by surprise.” He liked the way your eyes lit up behind your cup when you heard the admission, “God…you do things to me…”

“Excuse me?” You blinked several times confused, “What does that mean?”

“You do things to me. The way your eyes light up when you talk to me. The way your smile makes me want to draw you near.” His smile only grew as you blushed, “You bring light into my very dark world and bring warmth where it’s been so cold.”

“You don’t mix words do you, Hades…” You licked your lips staring at him.

“I try not to. I find being direct gets you want you want.” He leaned forward putting his hand over yours, “Though if you prefer something more flowery and poetic…”

He watched your face get a strange look as you stared off behind him, “Hades…isn’t that…”

He looked back toward the bar were several gentlemen were at all dressed in business suits, but there was one man dressed to the nines with thick rimmed glasses. His dark complexion practically reflected the blue light from the overhanging lights. Or was it simply his god like charm feeding everyone around him.

Technology…

His eyes met Hades’ and nothing prepared him for the look of concern that fell on the young gods face. Hades turned back to look at you seeing worry. He smiled squeezing your hand, “Whatever happens in the next few moments, know that you are safe.”

You nodded slowly before looking up to the approaching Gy. Hades looked up to him waiting for what was about to happen, “Hades…Y/N, enjoying your meal?”

Hades nodded slowly, “Yes, things are always good here. Looks like you have business?”

“Yes…some developers.” Gy looked back over to the group of men who barely seemed to miss him, “Ground breaking work on a new OS. It’s going to be revolutionary, especially for the medical field. You might have heard of it Y/N, Metis.”

Hades watch your eyes get wide, “I…I have. It’s the new system to basically give faster imaging for x-rays, CAT scans, MRIs…everything. It’s going to be a fluid system, results will be something almost from a sci-fi novel, almost instantaneous…”

“Fluid…like water to an ocean…it’s why they thought it fitting to name after an Oceanid.” Gy smiled at you, “I happy to hear the hype is working, should get them the funding they need to accomplish their goals.”

“Good, sounds like your priorities are in order.” Hades gained Gy’s attention, “You should tell your friend to follow suit.”

Gy’s smile fell quickly, “That’s actually why I came over. Hades, have you heard of the Prophecy of the Rise?”

Hades shifted uneasily, “It’s a fable…something the Fates fabricated to keep young gods inline from going too far.”

“The doors will open; the brother shall mark a strengthening of bonds by the spilling of mortal blood. It shall be then, the exiled one shall awaken from his cage causing an age of pain and the dawn of evil, and a rise of a new god by greater sacrifice.” Gy told you both frowning, “Meedia, she believes in this prophecy. She has devoted her spare time to it, and she tried to drag me along.”

“I thought you two were tight?” Hades looked over to you when you spoke seeing a look of confusion and worry.

Gy sighed a little, “Often times we have to work together…she’s had an outlet since town criers were a thing, but she really took off when I came to be. You could say a light bulb went off…radios, telegraphs…we work in tandem, but not always in sync. Right now, her goals lay far, far away from mine and I want no part in her misguided attempts to power.”

“What would Media get out of this, if the prophecy were true?” Hades stared up at Gy.

“She believes the awakening of whoever this exiled one is will grant her a great favor. Give her more dominance of the realm of gods.” Gy looked away from him, “Look, I don’t want to be involved in this, but I know she is a devious bitch. Watch yourself Hades.”

Hades followed him with his eyes as he left the restaurant. His mind far away reading the lines of the prophecy over and over until an echo in the void slowly drew him back, “…ade…Ha…s…Hades.”

His eyes snapped to you, “I’m sorry…I was…”

“Worried.” You frowned looking at him, “We can go home if…”

“No.” He smiled shaking his head, “No, it’s nothing to worry about. Just a silly string of words to frighten everyone.”

“Are you sure?” You asked when he took your hand in his again.

“Yes.” He closed his eyes bringing your hand up to his lips kissing your fingers. “I love you for caring so much.”

He looked back to your face seeing it flushed a deep red. It took him a second to realize why. As he began to babble about how of course he meant ‘I love you’ as a form of endearment to your character, that in no means did he expect anything as strong in return at this time, you leaned over the table and kissed him.

You pulled away biting your lips together staring into his eyes as he tried cleared his throat. Finally you smiled, “Hi…”

“Hello…” His voice held a slight husk before he swallowed feeling everything from the moments before slip away. He found such a calm feeling when he looked into your eyes. It was enough to make him feel confident to move on with the evening, “We should go…”

Zeus flipped through the pages of the old book astounded that Hecate could be so careless to leave it in mortal hands. Yet he looked through the family’s history and they very rarely used it. They sought out Demeter once when crops were bad and then once with Athena when they needed protection.

Hera walked over to him, “Dear what are you looking at?”

“Did you know Hecate gifted the way of doors to a family of mortals?” Zeus held the book out to his wife watching her take it, “And that family is Y/N’s?”

“What?” Hera looked at him shocked, “How did you find that out?”

He held up the blessing record before setting it down standing up, “Hera, I fear somethings coming…and that girl is in the center of it and Hades is going to be wrap up as well.”

“Zeus…” She stepped up to him seeing the worry on his face, “You’re scaring me.”

He looked into her eyes forcing a smile, “Don’t be, I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

#ALL HAIL THE NEW QUEEN #all hail the new queen...#Hades #hades mortal #hades/reader #HadesGlance #Zeus #hades/mortal #hades reader #olympus #Olympians #technology #media #Meedia #gy #new gods #fates

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noctomania · 5 years

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just venting

while i don't hate myself for being "pudgy" i also want to know how id look when fit. honestly i don't know how much of it has to do with how others see me. too much of life revolves around that. but i can't deny it still affects me. no doubt.

i used to be real small. Then depression following my mom's death and puberty hit all at once. From then on i was known as Pudge by my family. Weight shows more significantly on shorter people, and i happen to be the shortest person in my family. Full grown im 5'4 (and a half).

Then i left for college, accidentally lost 15lbs just by circumstance of my habits i had to adopt (aka walking everywhere and not having soda readily accessible). After college there was more depression but i was also busting my ass in retail so the weight stayed pretty well away. Went back to school, failed, depression, got into this job on the day shift and at first i was walking 2miles to get to work which certainly cut me a bit leaner. I was also living alone and felt comfortable doing some exercise. Then i got kicked out of that apartment and had to move further out.

Now i only walk about a mile then i take a train because idk if i could walk 3miles to work. I don't exercise even though i have the equipment but lack the energy. I don't feel comfortable doing anything in my apartment. It used to be my anxiety would sky rocket when i had to go to work, and I'd be relieved to go home. Now it's the reverse but i don't feel like where i sleep is home. All of my clothes are tighter, I don't know if i eat too much or too little or both. I'm too tired to do anything anymore I'm exhausted by stress brought on by my housemates and this apartment in general. It's been work since i moved in. While the landlord hasn't been a total ass he still isn't helpful in the least. So depression lives high and mighty yet again.

The only things that seem to bring me anything close to peace anymore is food and weed. And since the service i used to be able to use to get weed delivered has been shut down without any forewarning I haven't bought any since. I was lucky enough to find a bag with a bit in it recently and since finishing that I've been scraping my bowls for any resin i could find. I don't even want to buy any because i don't trust the people i live with. Also the closest place to buy is a solid 2hr+ trip. weed numbs me enough to let me do productive shit or to simply allow myself to relax without feeling guilty.

There is a tiny sliver of hope that i might be able to move in with an old roommate but that's down the line a ways. It's not a guarantee tho because while he has offered to me, his other roommate also has a friend who is interested. So i may have to fight someone. jk. ill hire a hitman. jkjk ill ugly cry until they let me have it.

I wish i could afford to live alone again. Even if it were another slum I really wouldn't mind. I would have stayed in the last place i lived alone in if i could have. it wasn't nice was pretty expensive but there was laundry in the basement and i got to be entirely alone in the entire apartment. I could air dry after a shower, decorate however i wanted, throw out useless shit if i wanted, and my schedule was the only schedule. I didn't have to worry about bum-ass housemates who don't work or clean or ever leave the fucking apartment. I've had many housemates, and i can count on one hand how many have been shit. I don't mind housemates but it's much more difficult to find some willing to cohabitate when you're schedule is all fucked up because of working overnights.

But with the ever growing $65,000 debt breathing down my neck I'm scared to leave this non profit job because then when will i ever finish the PSLF? Honestly I'm also banking on them counting my service retroactively because i haven't renewed it since the first year i signed up. It's also keeping me from moving back to tx to be with my friends. I can only dream of being on a normal shift and having friends who actually reach out to hang. Haven't felt that in years.

I don't know how to get what i need, especially when other people don't think what i need it necessary. Or don't understand why i need what i need. My weight isn't a big concern for me. But i know my body and i know this is it's way of telling me we aren't in a good place in life right now. There are some really good things about my life right now like that I'm making good money and have pretty great benefits even though it's kinda hard to take advantage of those benefits when you have to sleep during the day. I also live in a much more liberal state/city where getting trans-friendly services is much easier. I also have my health, at least for now. It would be better if i had the motivation and energy to exercise. My cholesterol certainly could be better.

Times like these I'm haunted by a question my last therapist asked me: when was the last time you felt joy? Just about every joyous moment that i can manage to bring to mind is tied to something awful. Memories of bonding with my mom direct me to memories of her dying. Memories of being with my bff direct me to realize how alone i am nowadays. Memories of when i was PR for my college lgbt club direct me to blame myself for not giving up it sooner to focus on school or reminds me of the challenges of trying to navigate friendship when i didn't know or understand the split attraction model, or simply navigating admiration vs attraction. Memories of any cat I've adopted direct me to the pain of having to let them go. I'd rather just turn my brain off. I don't want to try making new memories because it doesn't work like that. You don't just make a memory, you live life and the memories form themselves. But i can't live right now. I don't even want to be alive. Because what for? I'm becoming a worse and worse person. Before long I may come to hate myself. I'm trying to fight it but it's not that simple.

Enough moping now i guess, back to work.

#don't mind me just writing it out

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landoftheoutsiders · 6 years

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Day 8: A Recap & Short Rant About Shitty People

Today I drove from about 1:00pm to 11:00pm with an hour break to see a friend on the way from NC to GA. I thought I was going to have to complete a play analysis tonight for my class, but come to find out that low and behold, there is a God and he is in my corner because ya girl’s analysis is due tomorrow night at 10:00pm! So that means I can get a good night’s sleep and be refreshed for the next day after a solid 4 days of staying up until 4:00 am and trying not to die the next day. Today stared off like any other day. Waking up to my alarm, silencing it a solid 15 times before waking up, and then staring at the ceiling wondering why the fuck I’m still alive. I went to go have a nice breakfast with an old friend at the Waffle House, and then all of that came to a halting stop when the Wicked Bitch of West Atlanta (WBWA) and I had this conversation: WBWA: “Hey Rian, hope you had fun out of town. I see you didn’t come to get your food out. At 1:30 I’m putting everything in get fridge thats yours in a trash bag and it will be outside since it smells. If you plan on staying here again, let us know and we’ll change your shower curtain back.” Me: “Actually, I’m still out of town. I left Tuesday morning. I don’t care if you throw stuff away. Don’t leave it on the patio though.” WBWA: “Okay, you said a few days, and its been 5. Another reason to be really clear about when you plan to do something. And you should care if someone has to clean up after you. I’m either leaving it on the patio or in your room.” Me: “I’m coming home later tonight, so if you leave them in the fridge, I’ll get them tomorrow.” Okay, so my initial response was kind of bitchy, but this human being has been doing this petty shit for a solid 6 months now, and I’m done being patient and trying to play nice. She apparently wants to deal with a bitch, so I’m going to gracefully deliver; however, she wants to talk about how I should care about when other people have to clean up after me. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SEVERAL TIMES I HAVE CLEANED OUT THE FRIDGE AND HAVE THROWN OUT HER MOLDY ASS FOOD, HAVE PUT AWAY HER SMELLY ASS CAT FOOD, AND HAVE REORGANIZED THE CABINETS BECAUSE FOR WHATEVER GOD FORSAKEN REASON, SHE CANT SEEM TO KEEP ORDER TO ANYTHING??? Because... I really want to. Oh, and the thing with the shower. curtain. Let me set the scene for you. WBWA has her own bathroom, Aloof (our other roommate) and I share a bathroom. Now. When Aloof moved in, she brought soooo much furniture. Which WBWA and I were thankful for. But she changed literally everything, and things in our bathroom we share that she didn’t even ask my input on. Whatever... I can deal. I was mildly freaking out though because everything was on our patio while we were trying to get everything settled. Mind you, our patio is on the ground level. If people wanted to, they could steal our shit. But back to the shower curtain. Aloof had a conversation/asked in passing (I’m not sure which) with WBWA if I’d care if she put up her shower curtain in the bathroom we shared. WBWA asked me... I told her I felt as though so much has already changed, I would really like if my curtain stayed up. Fast forward to a few days ago. WBWA and I had this conversation: WBWA: “Hey Rian, your fish tank was making a lot of noise for a really long time today, so I unplugged it. Been meaning to mention, there is rotting food in the fridge--Next time you’re here, would you please make time to get rid of it all? I could use the extra space. And do you mind if we open your door to show people coming to look at the apartment what the room looks like?” [side note, thanks for killing my fish, fam. Especially without even telling me that my fish tank was making noise] Me: “I’m going out of town for a few days, so when I get back I’ll clean it. Then you can show it. I’ll get the food when I come as well.” WBWA: “Thank you! Miss ya! [the polygraph detected that was a lie] Have fun out of town. Just remembered to ask--Do you prefer that your shower curtain stays up in the bathroom?” Me: “Yes please.” WBWA: “Thumbs up emoji”

First of all.... Why are you in my room without my permission or even saying something about my fish tank. Second of all, Why are you, yet again, asking for an opinion about something that doesn’t concern you? Third of all, why in the absolute fuck are you going to ask my my opinion on something if you’re going to do what you want to do anyways? People. This isn’t even scratching the fucking surface of the bullshit that I have had to deal with. Again, I’ll make a post on that later, but I swear to fucking god, if this bitch has put rotting food in my room or on the patio, I’m going to lose my shit. I’m honestly over the consistent lack of respect for my property, the double standards, the themes of a need for controlling others, and undertones of manipulation. The reason why I say themes is because you don’t quite see any of this coming when you first meet her. She’s a little odd, but most people chalk it up to, “well maybe she’s just a little awkward.” No. She is a lot awkward. She told my boyfriend at the time that 26 was a sexy age in front of me. Did I mention that she is 30? Aloof is also 30. What the actual fuck am I dealing with. So I’m taking away the Keurig that is mine without a warning, and if there is anything on the patio or in my room that resembles food--I’m putting all of her shit that is out of place on the goddamn patio like she has been doing to me for months that I have just let slide. I’ve turned the other cheek, I’ve been nice about it, I’ve tried to just pick my battles, but she has broken the thin ice she was on with me, and the bitch is about to barely be treading water. WBWA also wants to have a conversation and buy me a birthday present in a few weeks. The present is going on the patio where she thinks everything else belongs, and we can definitely have this talk. But she is not going to be prepared for the shit I’m going to say. This time I’m coming prepared with an itemized list of grievances along with my psychoanalysis of the whole situation. I’ve been holding this in for a very long time, and I’m done being nice. Take note in this, reader: Don’t fuck over an Aries. We may have a lot of patience, but once they’re done giving endless second chances, you’re done. If you don’t understand that you’re done and you keep provoking us, we’re going to have some shit to say. Jesus... okay. Rant over. Thats basically it though. Everything else that has happened was nice. My mom helped me dye my hair, and we watched Rent while doing it. Fuck I feel like I need a shot of tequila or something after that rant. The wedding I went down for was so beautiful. It was a small ceremony and it was honestly perfect. I caught the bouquet and my friend who was getting married came up to me and said, “this is a get your shit together bouquet.” Which honestly I didn’t mind.. I could use some inspiration. My mom got so excited and I simply said, “don’t hold your breath.” I’m not really marriage material. I'm not good at the whole family thing. I also don’t want to pass on my DNA because that poor kid would be all kinds of fucked up. I think thats honestly it. I'm tired after driving all day and my brain feels suffocated by the childish behavior coming from my awful roommate. I can't wait until a, I move into my next apartment in June, and b, Aloof realizes how shitty of a human being WBWA is when they get a new roommate. Or maybe they’ll find someone who is also just as indifferent and passive as Aloof and WBWA can have complete control over their apartment and wonder why she’s alone while sitting with her cat. God I just don’t think I’ve loathed someone as much as I have her. I’ll have to make the explanation post about her soon. I hope your living situation is much less toxic than mine. -- Rian Dianna

#roommate #roommate problems #fuck this bitch #toxic #aries #itemized list #greviences #shady bitch #petty #karma is a bitch #taking my shit back #fuck her #fuck with me #I'm done #where is the liquor #no respect #childish #rant time #storytime

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unbeast · 7 years

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Cute Tags

I was tagged by @cafedetude, keep em comin, these are fun xx

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal; use just enough milk for the cereal to soak up

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? no!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? usually receipts, sometimes postcards/birthday cards in envelopes

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? tea: only if I’m sick and just with honey coffee: I just like iced capps

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? sometimes, if I overthink it. The left side around my mouth isn’t as mobile so it looks stiff and awkward, and also there are these two veins or something on either side of my face that move towards my eyes when I smile and it looks very disturbing

6: do you keep plants? oh shit I forgot I have one, haven’t watered that thing in about 3 weeks

7: do you name your plants? no, sorry “that thing”

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? drama

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I don’t like to sing because it hurts my ears when I do, but I like to dramatically deliver song lyrics. Humming usually leads to me getting too riled up so I often steer clear of that

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side!

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? The first one that comes to mind is “Sarahhhh” aka the reenactment of Max not knowing what to do when his kayak is sinking

12: what’s your favorite planet? venus, baby

13: what’s something that made you smile today? a scene in the final episode of Stranger Things 2 that I can’t mention now because it’s still too soon

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? semi-bohemian, cozy, clean

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! “Saturn is the only planet in the solar system that would float on water”

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? homemade lasagna

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? blue

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. the time I gifted tampons with christmas jokes attached to the strings

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Yes, there’s your classic recap, poems, dumb questions, favorites lists, to-read/watch lists, semi-collages

20: what’s your favorite eye color? “The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself” which has... ugh okay for years now, this description of Sam’s eyes from Perks, it just. You know what eyes he’s talking about

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. my topshop bag. It’s the first thing I purchased from topshop, and it ignited my addiction to the brand

22: are you a morning person? yes, metaphysically(?) (lol) I like doing things in the morning because time seems slower and I feel more productive and energized. Waking up’s the challenge tho

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? swingset

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? no

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? is this a common thing people do??

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? ehhhh I’m not too fond of any one of my shoes right now but grade 10 through 11 I was overly attached to one pair of indoor soccer shoes that I used as everyday sneakers

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset? sunrise

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? their laugh!! Makes me so happy, can’t help but laugh along

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? proximity to wasps, walking across a valley on a rusty pipe with low guardrails

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. love socks!! I have to sleep with socks because I get cold at night and if my skin is exposed, I get sick. I like comfortable, just-below-ankle-length athletic socks, would like to invest in some that I could wear my vans with w/o the socks showing because otherwise, socks makes my calves look bulbous when I wear skirts/dresses/shorts

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we had a really deep talk and sappy declarations of friendship

33: what’s your fave pastry? AHH! STAHHP, I could’ve dropped my ______

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Lami! A sweet little lamb I got from the dollar store when I first moved to Canada, very precious and dear to me. Carried her to school until grade four because I was scared there’d be a fire at my house and she’d die. I still keep her, of course!!

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? yes, love stationary n pens! But never buy because, money. :/

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? tame impala

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? it’s so, so messy. I hate it! I like things clean but I just never have time to sort through it and it piles up and :( I’m disgusting

38: tell us about your pet peeves! when, in the winter, you have a scarf wrapped around your neck and then the wind keeps blowing it behind your shoulder so it’s softly choking you

39: what color do you wear the most? black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I have a troy bolton necklace that I believe Joyce got me for my birthday in, I want to say grade four or five. It’s perfect

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? Ender’s Game

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Tim Hortons near the mall, makes the best hashbrowns and the iced capps are perfect balance of coffee and milk and ice, just A+

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? my roommate, on our walk home

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? on the skytrain, moments before I looked through an open apartment window and saw a naked girl flopping down onto a mattress, followed by a nude man jumping ontop of her like a flying squirrel. The illusion was shattered (yes, this actually happened and it was a lot to process)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? no !!!! never ever ever

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I was wondering why the baseball kept coming closer and closer, and then it hit me!

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? This spinach dish my mum makes with an egg on top? It’s slimy, and it’s a no from me

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? I was scared of fish up until age 5 I believe, my grandma used to cut out paper fishies and flush them down the toilet to try and help me get over that fear. Now its probably... oof I can’t think of any atm but there’s soooo many

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? yes, I most recently purchased an After Laughter cd and cassette, I’m stoked

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? journals that I never use

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate the twinkling at the beginning of Fleetwood Mac’s “Everywhere” with Shalla

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? homeboy can like... get it, me talking about myself vs me talking about ______, there’s LOTS but I just can’t remember :’(

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I’ve seen all!

RHPS: I’m “eh” towards the movie itself but the atmosphere of seeing it in a theatre is the best fucking experience!!! This weekend I went to a shadowcast for Halloween second year in a row, thinking of making it annual :)

Heathers: can quote it start to finish as though it were a favorite song, love this movie

beetlejuice: it’s good, Winona Ryder is such a gem, and the scene with the banana boat song is cinematic gold

pulp fiction: it’s good, not a favorite but I can appreciate it

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? can’t think of anyone rn

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? everything I do is dramatic, every point I’ve made has been made dramatically

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? genuine, genuine, genuine

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? made me feel loosey goosey, and yes

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? hi yes this is vodka aunt speaking, I like vodka. Wine mom is no one because wine tastes horrible

59: what’s your favorite myth? I’ve never looked into myths, but Medusa just sounds like a riot

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? yes, poetry is nice, but it’s rare I find ones I really am a fan of

I like listening to T.S. Elliot read his four quartets and "Pins and Needles" by Dua Saleh

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? given: a tween magazine that I decorated with obscene language that ended up being secret-santaed to my theatre director. Received? Probably a shirt with a picture of a random blonde girl saying “nevermind” from my mom (sorry mom)

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? if I need refreshing wake up call, I’ll drink OJ

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? My bookshelf is organized by favorites, idc about my music

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? midnight blue at 10 pm

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? lotssss

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? any collection of flowers that are all white, or a collection of colors that are moody and vampy

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? heavy, like I’m walking in water

68: what’s winter like where you live? hopefully no snow this year or ever

69: what are your favorite board games? Translated, it’s called “get angry, man” but essentially it’s Sorry

70: have you ever used a ouija board? no

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? I haaaaate teaaaaa but chamomile if I HAVE to drink some when I’m sick

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yes

73: what are some of your worst habits? ripping the skin off around my nails, biting my nails

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. genuine

75: tell us about your pets! I HAVE A BIRD NAMED CHARLIE AND HE IS TOO COOL FOR ME

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? a cog psy assignment

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink, aesthetically; yellow flavourfully(?)

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? If I don’t ever see an unironic facebook minion meme ever again, I can tolerate them

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? can’t remember :( lots of cute things done by lots of cute people but I have a horrible memory

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? grey, no

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. you know the blue in Blue from Blue’s Clues’ fur, well that

82: are/were you good in school? I was, now I’m not

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? ahhhh can’t think of any. I’m sure I will literally 2 seconds after I post this

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? no, I’m too indecicive and I can’t commit

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don’t, used to read archie digests though

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? yeah, as a concept (AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA)

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Bad Genius, Moonlight, Donnie Darko, The Matrix, What We Do In The Shadows

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? idk anything about art

89: are you close to your parents? not that close but i love em

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Vancouver, love everything

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? hopefully my family and I can vacation this year, it’s been a while

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? drownnn

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? just down

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? @millport

95: what are your plans for this weekend? this past HALLOWEEKEND I went to a frat party, saw a shadowcast of rocky horror, and spent time with good friends :) Next weekend sucks, I’m studying.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INFJ

Libra

Slytherin

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? would have been a long time ago, summer after grade 9. The hike was for five days and I was super sick, so I couldn’t realy heal properly. Plus, my period just started so everything felt shit. But overall I loved it lmao

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. semi charmed life! Not because my soul is like “ooh, meth” but it’s just a perfect song

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? past, so I could have the power to completely change my present

I tag @kabul1998 and anyone who is up for some tag-answering

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the-cryptographer · 7 years

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I must ask you about JouKai for the meme, predictably. Nice questions, btw!!

Don’t worry! It’s predictable in a good kind of way :D

And thank you! I’m glad you liked the questions! I feel like you can determine my terrible taste in fic by reading these questions~

Rest under the cut:

What they watch during movie dates and what kind of snacks they get from concessions.

Hehe. I think we talked about them watching horrible realityTV and avant garde films that neither of them can stand. But, for the movies,they probably watch really lame live action kids movies with monsters andDRAGONS. Jounouchi also likes genre pieces, like samurai and yakuza flicks.Anyhow, yeah, Jounouchi buys popcorn and sour gumdrops from concessions withthe intent of feeding Kaiba in small increments through the movie, but he getstoo into watching the screen and eats it all himself.

Which one gets in to a fight with the other’s parents.

You’d think it’d be Kaiba given his own parents are too DEADfor Jounouchi to fight with. But, yeah, I can’t really see Kaiba doing it. Hemanages some passive aggressive snark when Shizuka forces Jounouchi and himinto the presence of Jou’s mom, but he’s trying to be nice and also not tryingto pick fights with nobodies, so hekeeps himself contained for the most part. He also tries to be passiveaggressively snarky with Jou’s dad, but Jou’s ready to kick anyone who is meanto his dad straight out the door, so Kaiba also contains himself there too.Anyhow, it’d totally be Jounouchi if Kaiba’s parents or Gouzaburou were stillalive. Jounouchi might be intimidated by Gouzaburou at first, but eventuallyGouzaburou would cross some line in Jounouchi’s presence and from then onJounouchi would be ready to fight him ALL THE TIME, 24/7, NO BREAKS. Ugly, uglystuff :v

What kind of street performance they’d put on to raise money if they were stranded somewhere.

Despite being a comedy routine in motion, I kind of doubtthey’d jump to that immediately. At first Jounouchi’s like – let’s put on aduel as a performance. And then Kaiba’s like – no – and walks off. Jounouchistarts out juggling, and singing/busking, and trying to do a kind of one manstand-up comedy show, and it’s just not working, and so over time it startsdevolving and he starts pleading with every nice looking nee-san and jii-chan thatpasses by – lend me some cash pls pls. And then Kaiba returns because in themeantime he’s hijacked somebody’s street cart and pounded its business intoshape and aggressively sold a bunch of extra units. It’s probably good Kaiba gotback when he did, because Jounouchi’s next method of recourse is probablymugging people…

How they’d be as parents if they had-a-kid/someone-forced-a-kid-on-them.

Jounouchi’s all into being nurturing in my head. So he’s cookingmeals, and blowing bubbles in the bath, and listening to the kid’s problems,and also he functions as a human jungle gym some of the time. Totally fussy, soccermom, and also goofy dad jokes. Also definitely the parent to go to if you’relooking for sympathy and support, and to get away with shit. Omg, he’s theworst at discipline.Yeah, so Kaiba gets to play bad cop a lot. Jounouchi would probably also stickhim with icky jobs like diaper duty a disproportionate amount of time. ButKaiba also maybe does stuff like tell bedtime stories – quiet things. Comparedto Jounouchi – he’s hard to draw approval and affection out of, so the momentswhen he shows these things become very !!! You’d want to make him proud and tonot disappoint him.Also, you totally wouldn’t realise as a kid, but as you’d get older you’drealise that Jou and Kaiba were totally playing you. Like, they were working insynch this whole time and providing really complementary things as parents, andyou’d suddenly be blown away by how much the things you appreciated or blamedone for and not the other were really a joint effort all along, and you wereTRICKED! Haha, I think they’d be good parents x’)

Who would cause the most trouble during a camping trip and how.

Kaiba would be such a bump on a log during a camping trip. Ifeel like he wouldn’t be into it AT ALL. How dare you drag him away from workfor this bullshit.

“C’mon, Kaiba, if you don’t help get this fire started, we can’t eat.”“Wecan just not eat then.”

So, since Kaiba’s not willing to do anything on this camping trip, he doesn’tactually cause any trouble. But, by the same token, Jounouchi’s definitely theone that solves all the trouble he creates by himself. Jounouchi gets themlost, and Jounouchi manages to get them unlost. Jounouchi breaks the frame forthe tent and then repairs it using twigs and woven grass. Jounouchi doesn’t sealup the food properly and wild animals get into it, and Jounouchi has to chaseoff the bears and monkeys and everything by himself and then make entire mealsfrom the one can of beans that’s left over and whatever he forages. Jounouchi’sa resourceful idiot, so somehow they make it out okay.

What they would give each other as both a serious gift and a troll gift.

I don’t feel like they’re a gift-y kind of couple because Jounouchihas no money and Kaiba doesn’t need anything and also Kaiba actually beingsentimental enough to give out presents(??)Serious gifts from Kaiba are probably like ‘my undivided attention forhalf-an-hour’ and ‘I paid for this apartment, and also your health and life insurance’and ‘I am touching your shoulder and attempting to be emotionally supportive. Doyou see how hard this is for me?’ They are spontaneous and touching gifts… Exceptfor the insurance bills; he pays those every month. Troll gifts from him… I’mnot sure Kaiba knows how to troll Jou without being rude and cruel. It isunknown~Serious gifts from Jou are probably in the realm of 500 sandwiches deliveredover the course of a year, or I brought you chocolate for Valentines and friedchicken for Christmas. Troll gifts are probably honestly the kind of thingKaiba gets for his birthday. Jou buys him things like KaibaLand souvenir cups, orridiculous neon glow-in-the-dark-sex toys he doesn’t even think Kaiba wouldlike, or little blue dragon hair clippies for little girls.

Who moves in with them as an unfortunate third wheel roommate.

I’m pretty sure Kaiba is the unfortunate third wheel roommatein most of my headcanons considering both ettuship and battleship. But- okay,let me do this for real.Although I’m sure Kaiba would be annoyed by anybody that moved in unexpectedlywith the possible exception of Mokuba, none of Jou’s friends are really allthat unfortunate. It’d probably be… Pegasus or Siegfried (maaaaaybe Amelda) manipulatingthe fuck out of Seto, and creating some elaborate set of fake circumstances andalso blackmail for why they can’t stay at the hotel while they’re in town, and bothSeto and Jou would very much like them to leave but- no.

How they feel about handholding and sudden kisses in the ear-cheek vicinity.

Handholding: no. not casually at least. Sudden kisses: in public– no. in private – one of the few joys in Seto’s life.

Who’s always snapping photos and who’s pack-ratting clutter.

Jounouchi’s definitely the one snapping selfies andcapturing Kaiba’s frowny face on camera during all important life junctures. Phonecamera is getting worn out.I don’t think either of them is very pack ratty. Probably Jounouchi sometimesgets into moods where they can’t throw the thing out because what if we need it later. (‘We’ll buy another one,’Kaiba says, honestly confused by the question.) But even Jounouchi’s probablyof the personal philosophy that every important thing in life can be carried ina backpack, so I think for the most part he’s not collecting clutter.

Who hogs the bathroom in the morning and who causes toothpaste related drama.

Neither one of them is hogging the bathroom. And, idk, whois the real causer of toothpaste drama – the one doing the toothpaste thing, orthe one making a big deal out of the inconsequential toothpaste thing? Well,squeezing the toothpaste from the top of the tube, leaving toothpaste on the sink,trying purposefully to be annoying and writing messages on the mirror withtoothpaste – Jounouchi does all those things. Also, in an attempt to solve the issueof squeezing Kaiba’s toothpaste tube wrong, he buys his own tube of toothpasteso they each have their own. But he buys annoying flavours like bubblegum andbanana and it kind of pisses Seto off.

What their matching costumes were for that one party.

Probably it should be Duel Monsters themed, yeah?! Lord ofDragons and Red Eyes? Kaibaman and Flame Swordsman? But imagine Jou as Marioand Seto as Luigi and Jou tried to convince Seto to go as Princess Peach butKaiba was like, ‘absolutely not’, and Jou was like ‘yeah, you’re right.Princess Peach actually has an ass’, and everything was terrible.

If I think they’d get married and why or why not.

Never say never. But, honestly, probably not? Headcanon isJounouchi thinks marriage is like, ‘I have a promise and responsibility as aman to always protect and support my spouse and our kids.’ And Kaiba thinksmarriage is like, ‘I want to bind us together for eternity.’ And I thinkneither of those is really compatible with their relationship with one another.Jou’s view is kind of condescending to begin with, but it probably even strikeshim as condescending when it comes to the absurdity of him providing (physical)protection or (fiscal) support to Kaiba. And Kaiba probably spends his timetrying to figure out not how to bind himself closer to Jou, but rather how to createspace and breathing room in their relationship in a way that isn’t cruel orharsh or pushing Jou away for good. So I don’t think either one would reallyhave an inclination to approach the topic with one another – even though I’m allfor them being together until and after they’ve become crotchety old men.Also, you know Seto went through hell and also murdered people to get thatsurname? It’s a big deal for him. He’s not letting his surname go and, also, onlyhim and Mokuba are worthy of the name Kaiba – you have to prove yourself. And, withany luck, by the time Seto and Jou are settled enough for this to ever come up,Jou will probably be sure enough in himself to go, ‘fuck you. I’ve got nothingto prove. you can have your smelly name all to yourself’. And, also, we shouldpity the poor girl or boy Mokuba decides he wants to marry, because who knowswhat hell awaits them before they are accepted™ by Mr Kaibaman.

Who has over a thousand unread emails in their inbox or five hundred icons on their computer desktop and how the other reacts to this gross mismanagement.

Kaiba. Definitely. Thousands of emails. Hundreds of desktopicons. It’s a kind of orderly disaster. Jounouchi doesn’t care. He reacts byslowly trying to shut Kaiba’s laptop, and then Kaiba tells him to knock it off.

What their hidden artistic talents are and how appreciative the other is of these talents.

Jounouchi’s handy and canonically good with model kits and stuff,but I think Kaiba’s the more classically artistic. For some reason I think he’sboth a good singer and good at drawing – although he doesn’t do more thanrandom sketches. Kaiba himself doesn’t put much time or value into either ofthese talents (except when drawing comes in handy for invention concept art andconstruction blueprints) but Jou – Jou kind of thinks it’s both super cool andsuper annoying bc, gdi, why is Kaiba good at everything?!

What they consider each other’s most attractive quality and/or their favourite thing about the other.

I think I answered this one a while back, but Kaiba’scharmed by Jou’s smile and that Jou is so unrelentingly sturdy. And Jou kind ofadmires Kaiba’s pride and persistence, and also how much he cares for Mokuba.

…

Thank you for the ask :D

#JouKai #save me from this card game hell #ask

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lazyneonrabbitt · 7 years

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Living with a werewolf. [Pt. 3] Brett Talbot

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] -- [Pt.4]

Brett called to let you know he was on his way to pick you up for furniture shopping.

As soon as the call ended, you checked your bag, took it downstairs and put on some comfortable shoes.

You heard a car stop outside the house and looked out of the window, spotting Brett’s car you took your bag from the couch and walked outside to meet him, joining him in his car and driving off to the store.

“So, why am I here again, exactly?” You asked as an alternative to saying hi.

Brett smiled “Because I need someone to make sure my new place looks good.” He answered. “Can’t have my home be a mismatched mess now, can I?”

The drive didn’t take long and you both got out of the car after you found a nice parking spot. Walking through the store, you were asked countless times if you liked a piece, or which would match better with previous chosen items. “For who’s house are we even looking?” You questioned. “Yours or mine? Shouldn’t you be the one to decide on what you like best?”

“Yea, you’re right” He admitted. “You can always join me.” He said a little too excited.

You looked up at him with a confused smile. “Did you just ask me to come live with you?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his face when he realized he actually did just ask that.

He wanted you there, that was true. He had only hoped he could have asked it in a different setting than surrounded by multiple king-sized beds, seeing which one you were gonna buy.

You decided to just ignore the situation for now and continue looking for a nice bed.

After you managed to find one you were done for the day.

You arranged that everything would be delivered to Brett’s apartment the next day and went back to Satomi’s home where you were invited to stay over for dinner.

This was perfect since today was ‘make your own food’ day at home and you hadn’t bought anything yet.

“Thanks for letting me stay, Satomi.” You thanked her halfway through dinner.

“You’re always welcome, sweetheart.” She replied as she offered you some more food. “Did you find everything you needed today?”

You looked over at Brett, who was about to speak as you interrupted him. “Almost everything.”

You spoke. “I’m still not sure if he realized it, but he was so sweet to ask me to come and live with him!” You almost sang at the dinner table, While Brett tried to make up excuses, Lori had joined the group and creeped up behind him.

“So you finally asked her, huh.” She playfully hung over her brother’s shoulders as she poked his cheek. “Should I go get the spare key or do you want to put it in a gift box?” She teased, running and hiding behind you so Brett couldn’t get to her as easily.

“Kids.” Satomi interrupted the siblings and pointed towards the study room. “I will go and get the papers she needs to join you,” She looked back at you. “If you want, of course.”

By now all the wolves’ eyes were on you. “Ehm..” You stuttered. “If my parents think it’s okay, I guess.. I mean mom said it was time I started learning to do stuff on my own.” Trying to come up with things to convince yourself to ask your parents about all of this.

By the time your mini discussion with yourself had ended, Satomi returned with the papers you’d need to fill in to take them home for your parents to see.

After going over things with Brett and Satomi, Brett took you home. You managed to get him to join you and walked through the front door and closed it behind him as you greeted your parents.

“Hi how was your day?” Your mother greeted you. “I see you brought company.” You dad added as Brett joined you.

“We,” You gestured between Brett and yourself. “wanted to ask your permission for something.” You held out the papers for your parents to take them and start reading.

“we.” Brett stopped and looked over to you. “Well, I, thought it would be nice to have a roommate, for my first apartment.” He looked more nervous than anything else. “And we’re both studying at the same college next year, so it’s even better.”

“And!” You added. “It’s good for both of us to learn more responsibility! You said I had to work on that, mom.”

Your parents almost literally shoved you out of the room so they could discuss this matter in private.

Not knowing Brett could hear everything perfectly and was smiling like an idiot most of the time, his smile growing by the minute, which of course got you extremely curious about what they were saying.

After some more minutes of trying to ignore Brett’s grins, your parents called you back and handed you back the papers.

Looking through them you noticed that most of the blanks were filled, the ones giving permission from the parents.

“We see how close the two of you have gotten in a short time, and we agreed on the fact that we can trust Brett to make sure you’re okay.” Your mother got up from the couch and offered to look over your part of the papers and fill them in together, making sure everything was alright as Brett stood behind you, looking over the papers with you.

As everything was filled in, you handed the papers to Brett as he made his way to the front door and headed home for the night.

You were already halfway up the stairs when your parents called you. “Yea yeah, I know. You’ll be invited over when the place is done!” You replied to their calls as you closed our bedroom door, only to open it again and shout .

“And no weird housewarming gifts like my sister got last year, alright! We all know that was you guys!!”

Closing your door again, you could only hear the faint laughs coming from the living room.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #brett talbot #brett talbot imagine #sometimes I write #brett talbot x reader

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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Flowers on my doorstep

“Sí Mami. Yes I know. Okay. Yes, listen I’ll be fine. I promise.” I spoke dismissively into the phone as my mother projected her worries. I was starting college a semester late, due to personal reasons and to be honest I wanted to start a new. In a new place, with new faces and names. I always believed in the kindness of strangers, so hopefully starting at a new college a quarter of the way through the year won’t be too bad or too terrifying.

“Yes okay, mom. I promise. I’ll speak to you later, I have to find my room now. Bye.” I spoke down the phone wedged between my ear and shoulder as I carried a stack of heavy boxes in my arms up yet another flight of stairs to room number front the weight of the boxes between me and the doorframe I managed to pull out my key and unlock the new place I would soon be calling home.

It was nice enough. nothing to fancy, but definitely something I could work with. So after looking around I began to unpack my belongings. I wanted to make this dorm my own. The freedom was liberating, I finally had full control of my own life and I couldn’t wait to get started on this new era. The past was in the past. I’m a new, stronger, person than I used to be.

So I pulled out my favourite blue beaded curtains for my bedroom door frame and hung it up nicely. It looked perfect. I had brought some others as well seeing as my had given me some graduation money as a present. One of the beaded curtains I had brought was a lovely bright pink colour and I wanted to hang on the main door as you came in. I also had a red one and two purple ones but seeing as I had no more door frames to hang them on I tucked them back away safely.

I emptied the rest of the contents of my boxes and decorated my dorm. Seeing as I joined so late I didn’t have a roommate which I was both disappointed and happy about, because I wasn’t good at sharing confined spaces with other people.

I was born in Miami but my parents moved us to New York when I was five so I don’t remember much of it, but I did remember more than my siblings Chris and Taylor, who were still back in New York and I missed them very much already, seeing as I was now back in Miami. I liked the idea of studying in Miami it was hot and everyone always seemed happy here, so after I got out of the hospital I vowed to live in Miami for a few years to study and to get away from the bad things in my life. My Dad thought it was good idea for me to go, but my mom not so much. She was scared something would happen to me, because ‘I’m not like other kids’. I used to be, but not anymore and sometimes that made me angry, but I tried to be as nice to people as possible, because I didn’t like it when people were horrible to me. Like she was. That’s why my mom finally let me go, she wanted me to get away from her and so did I, because she scared me.

Anyway, it’s been quite a long day for me so I decided to take a nap, because naps are good for me, because I get tired easily.

I awoke to later in the evening on my new bed, slightly confused, but then I remembered it was because I was in a new place. I was in Miami! I hadn’t seen much of it yet, because I came directly here so I decided to go and explore it some more, but first I checked the time. It was 6:00pm, not that late really. So I climbed out of bed, changed my top, put on my shoes and made my way down the stairs. It was reasonably quiet except for a few hushed voices from where my map said the common room was. So I tracked down the hall, deciding to go in there later, when I saw a girl sat hunched over crying into the knees. I was going to ask her if she was okay, but then her friend came running along.

“OMG! I came as quick as I could. Are you okay?” The taller girl asked, rushing over and helping her friend to her feet. The brown haired girl looked really sad, but she still looked pretty. It was a pretty sad, because some people are pretty no matter what. Some people can be a pretty and happy, or pretty and angry, or pretty and funny, or pretty and mean but never pretty and violent, because violence isn’t pretty and good things don’t come of it. But this girl, she seemed to be the 'pretty and …’ type because she looked pretty even when she cried. I didn’t.

“No,” the pretty girl sniffed clingy onto her friend’s shoulder sadly, “He stood me up Di, I really liked him and he…just didn’t show.”

“Walz, I’m so sorry. Come on let’s get you inside.” The girl with the beautiful caramel coloured skin said, easing her friend through the door way.“ But not before turning back and yelling at me. "Don’t you have something better to do than stand their gaping?!” Her harsh words made me flinch, but I told myself that it was okay, because she wasn’t Lucy so she wouldn’t hurt me. She was just angry, my mom told me people only ever got angry because they didn’t understand. So I wanted her to understand I wasn’t trying to be mean I was just curious and new and…scared, because I wasn’t good with people so I wanted to get her to understand and maybe that way she could be my friend.

I made my way out of the dorms and to the food courts and shops. Carefully counting my money I handed the lady the exactly the correct amount of cash and brought my pasta that came in a pot, before heading over to the flower stand where they were selling pretty little bouquets for charity. I brought some nice yellow and pink looking buds that hadn’t bloomed yet because those were the best kind because you got to watch them grow and bloom. I then brought a small piece of card and a pen and proceeded to write a note on the card for the pretty, sad girl.

Dear Walz? I am sorry you are sad. Boys are jerks. Tears are horrid, but tears inflicted by others is even worse. I hope this makes you smile and you know that the prettiest things are often the ones mended after being broke for so long. You have a pretty heart, I can tell.

P.S Tell your friend I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude. I was just worried.

I didn’t know what to sign it because they didn’t know who I was so it was pointless telling them my name right? How would they know where to find me? So I just put my room number. Twenty-seven, I then tucked the card into the small bouquet and finished eating my pasta, before heading back to my dorm to deliver the flowers. I was to anxious. to knock on the door and deliver them in person so I put the flowers on the doorstep, knocked and then walked away….quickly. Really quickly, I didn’t want to be caught by them, because then I’d have to talk and I wasn’t to good at that.

A/N: I wrote this randomly, enjoy. I might continue it I’m not sure yet. Wattpad:MidnightCrossings

#UPDATE #one shot #series #AU #camren #caminah #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Flowers on my doorstep

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boredinterview · 4 years

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Tyler Mechlem on his cat Pete, The Sopranos, and self-growth.

H: how’s it going?

T: It is… I don’t know! (laughing) I’m definitely thankful to have a roommate right now. before this apartment I lived alone for a couple years which was before I had Pete too. that and nobody it would be so much worse.

H: yeah, seriously. I really feel for anyone that lives alone right now.

T: it would be rough. it’s cool you guys have each other right now. I feel bad for people like that too. you’d get in your head even more, even more than I already do.

H: calling people only does so much you know?

what does your day look like usually?

T: right now I have been working some. it’s kind of helped to be around people in the sense of getting your mind off things. having some time to get away a little bit, but of course it’s also scary too.

H: you said you work at Fresh Market?

T: yeah I work at Fresh Market now. and then when I’m not working I’ve been trying to go out and hike when I can, early in the day when there aren’t really people around. and work on music, I’m trying to work on music as much as I can right now which is like not easy.

H: yeah, cause you’re at home?

T: yeah, but trying to do as much of that as I can. so it kind of depends on the day but I’m at least trying to keep myself occupied with projects and things.

H: that’s totally what this is for me as well, it’s something I can work towards and go where it goes.

T: yeah totally, I think it’s a great idea and I’m sure it’s nice because you’re communicating with people.

H: yeah it’s been really nice!

what is your relationship to time?

T: oh to time! that’s a good good question. I think about this a lot lately, it’s kind of weird. when I think back to high school, I feel like I was such a different person it feels like it was another life. it’s weird to look back because I feel like I was just so different. I get kind of scared of the future in ways. I think sometimes I have these idealized scenarios where I’m like “oh yeah, this is going to happen at some point, whatever” and then I’m afraid that it’s not and I’m going to live in some weird regret or something!

H: I sympathize with that. What is your astrological sign again?

T: I’m a gemini, but I’m a gemini / Taurus cusp.

H: I feel like I can be kind of an idealist when it comes to imagining the future. I’m like “it’ll be great!”

T: yeah I feel like I totally romanticize it cause I’m like “oh yeah, at that point it’s going to be like this” but then I might be the same thing I’m doing now and how am I going to make what I want happen if I’m just in my head about it? I need to work on that. I think now is even a weirder time cause you have so much time alone and your mind is going there all the time so it makes it harder, but I’m trying! (laughing)

H: you have a job which maybe helps, but it’s so weird to just spend so much time at home with your thoughts.

T: very!

H: it helps so much to have a reason to get out of your head, and you have to work harder to create that for yourself now.

T: for sure, and it’s weird cause I was actually—before this when I wasn’t working at the grocery store and I was doing music more and other things more and delivering food at night so my days at that point were more open, which is weird. at that point, maybe even more so I had more time to be in my head. it’s been a lot of that for a while now.

H: there’s a bunch of people too who are just as busy if not more busy than they were before, which is wild!

T: all the people that are working from home, it’s a hard transition. I have a few friends that are doing that.

H: tell me something awesome.

T: awesome, wow okay! honestly I talk about him too much, but my cat!

(Harris, Audrey and Madison collectively cheering for Pete)

T: he makes my life so much better, I never thought a cat could do that. I had a lot of cats growing up and they were cool but Pete’s like a human.

H: what is your story with Pete? how did you meet? what was the initial connection like, how did you know that he would be your buddy forever?

T: oh it’s a really funny story. I had thought about getting a cat for a little while and I was over at my mom’s house visiting her and we were drinking margaritas for whatever reason. she just had margarita mix and I was like okay! so we’re drinking margaritas and my sister texts me and she’s like “hey I’m at my friend’s house and this cat just showed up and we don’t know what to do with him” and she’s like “do you want him?” and I’m like “Yeah! just bring him over!”

H, M, A: (laughing)

T: and she just brought him over and that was pretty much it. it’s weird though because I feel like he might have been somebody’s cat that got out. I first I thought he was a stray but he’s always been so loving, he loves people and he’s so good at being a house cat that I feel like there’s no way he was a stray. I might’ve stole him, but I think he’s happier now.

H: and the rest is history. I love that.

what do you miss?

T: honestly I think what I miss the most right now is playing music with other people. that’s a big thing for me. playing music by myself and practicing and stuff it’s a lot of fun and it’s good to do but the dynamic of playing with other people is just something that I love and it’s one of the only things ever that gets me out of my head and I can just totally be free. not being able to do that is just not good. and obviously being able to see people. talking to people on the phone, texting, messaging people is good and it’s good to be able to check in with people definitely but it’s not the same.

H: yeah, for sure.

T: in person is just a totally different thing. I think a lot of people are feeling that way too.

H: yeah. what do you not miss?

T: it’s kind of nice that there’s a little bit more seclusion and certain places are more peaceful because less people are there. part of that is kind of upsetting because of people being locked in but it’s nice to go somewhere in nature and be more alone.

H: I’ve been enjoying that as well.

T: yeah, there’s something kind of nice about it. the hustle bustle, all that craziness. it’s strangely good for people in a way just to know we can make it through, and we can take a break from all that. I think there’s positives to be had if you can look at it that way.

H: I agree, it definitely gives you time to consider what’s important.

T: yeah, definitely. I’m thankful for that.

H: tell me something that has brought you joy lately.

T: I’ve been reading a lot lately. I did non-fiction for a while and then I switched to fiction, and then lately I’ve kind of gotten back to non-fiction. helpful books, mental health type things. my therapist just sent me a book in the mail which was really nice. and recently I’ve gotten back in touch with drawing, I haven’t drawn in such a long time. my roommate is really good, we’ve just been drawing together lately and it’s cool. I stopped for a while, but I’ve gotten back to doing things that I wasn’t doing for a little while.

H: that’s so awesome to hear!

T: yeah it’s been nice.

H: what TV show are you watching right now?

T: I started on the fucking Sopranos. I see why people love it but it is a lot. I said I was going to do one episode a day but I haven’t watched for two or three days. I’ve also been watching a ton of House Hunters. there’s like one hundred and fifty seasons or something like that.

Madison: yeah, there’s like a thousand episodes!

T: and that’s just the normal! you’ve also got the international, and then you’ve got the renovation one.

M: I remember seeing that and freaking out!

(Pete walks on camera)

(collective screaming, hooting and hollering, rambunctious joy)

T: the boy is here!

M: he is so beautiful I could cry! I will cry!

T: his fur is getting so long, look at how fluffy he is!

M: (in a sort of wailing manner) oh he looks so soft!

T: so soft.

M: I love him.

H: he’s so beautiful.

M: that just really made my day.

H: okay, what’s your secret?

T: oh my god, my secret.

H: yeah, what’s your secret to being you?

T: I think my biggest one is learning from my past, especially like childhood and stuff. everything up ‘til now I guess. and I guess learning from other people’s behavior and forming who I want to be based on that. from positive and negative experiences I would say. yeah, I think just learning as much as I can from human interaction so I can take pieces of that from different people and try to understand myself as much as I can. I started this book today and one of the most interesting things about it that kind of clicked with me is that from when you’re born, everything you learn and everything that shapes you basically is derived from other people’s experiences. like religion, or the relationships you see, it’s all kind of based on like what your parents have done and then they’re like bringing that home with you and you kind of form these opinions or beliefs that might not actually be yours just because of what you’re seeing from other people. it’s about breaking that down and realizing who you actually are, which kind of resonated with me.

H: what is the name of the book?

T: it’s called The Four Agreements, I just started it today. I don’t want to say it has religious overtones, but they do get in to that a little bit which I don’t really resonate with. but you can kind of read past that a little bit, the basis of the book so far has a lot of good information though.

H: I love that answer! tell me something you’re confident in.

T: I would say being myself. at this point I know who I am more than I ever have and I don’t know exactly why or how. I don’t know if it’s learning things or through experience, probably both of those and I can definitely get caught up in trying to please other people and not being myself in certain situations but I think at the absolute basis of it, I know my values and my belief system and who I am overall. not to say there’s not like, issues in there cause there’s always more to learn but at the foundation, I do know who I am way more than I used to. in high school I was just lost completely.

H: me too!

T: it’s like a different lifetime. I was in a completely different state of mind. I think I’m proud of myself in that way.

H: when you don’t have that solid sense of self and that self-trust, it’s so hard to function in the world because you don’t know what you need or what to do. that’s amazing that you’ve gotten there.

T: thanks! there’s always more but I am happy about that.

H: yeah! what needs to happen?

T: well this needs to be over first and foremost! I’ve learned enough and I’m ready to move on. (laughing) in other senses, there’s good that’s come out of this for sure but there’s a lot of division overall. now you’re starting to see it. you’ve got like the protestors who are protesting the shutdown and all that. and it’s hard to even have a solution because you can’t just be like “oh everybody needs to come together” like that’s great and all that but how are you going to do that? I don’t know what the solution exactly is but I feel like as always trying to break down that division between people. maybe it’s helping people connect in certain ways, but there’s always more that needs to be done. I wish I had an answer.

H: tyler, how do we solve the world?

T: I don’t know how we go about it exactly. hopefully we can figure it out at some point. (laughing)

H: tell me a lie.

T: okay! I am completely happy and I feel great (laughing). yeah! basically that.

H: tell me something true.

T: something true and something that I’m thankful for is to have some love and support for my family. as of late my mom and I have gotten closer. there’s still some weird things there but we’ve gotten closer and I’m happy about that. same with my sister, she’s growing up. she’s still a little kid but she’s older now and she’s doing some cool stuff. we’ve been talking more often.

H: that’s great! time for some one word questions.

wanting?

T: love and happiness.

H: allowing?

T: acceptance.

H: hell yeah. lucid?

T: for some reason astral projection comes to mind.

H: (laughing) perfect! needing?

T: attention. that sounds negative, but I think we all do a little bit right now.

H: believing?

T: that there is some kind of connection between all the things. I don’t really believe in religion exactly but I want to believe that they’re connected.

H: I want to believe that too for sure. last one, feeling?

T: ease and unease. depends on the moment, I’m kind of going back and forth. when I’m in the forest I feel ease. everything else, I don’t know! (laughing)

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April 25, 2020

Dear Diego,

Today I got a dog. I went to the shelter and met him and he was perfect and just what I wanted. I was supposed to call half an hour before going on and when I did, I asked and they said someone was looking at him but he might still be available when I came. My heart sunk a little that he might get adopted before I could meet him (and at the time I was at Target looking at dog bowls and dog beds and dog toys and dog food...) but I figured if he really liked the other person and vice versa, then they would probably be good for each other and maybe I could return all the things I was buying at Target. (I don’t know if they still have a decent return policy or if they’ve changed to be more like Whole Foods, where they don’t do returns anymore.)

Also, this morning I woke up to a text from your roommate and it was very sweet. I forgot I had texted him last night. He said everything just the right way and I wondered if you had coached him on what to say (but I also know that he’s older/closer to my age so he might just be more experienced in talking with people than your other roommates).

My mom told me that she sent a few packages that were supposed to be delivered to you today and I said I hadn’t heard anything about that from you yet so I thought I’d text and ask you but you never replied. I don’t know. Maybe you’re taking one of your super long afternoon/evening naps. Maybe you didn’t really sleep last night. Maybe your phone died and you’ve just been too busy to charge it. Or Maybe you don’t want to talk with me. (But I really don’t want to think the last one is true so I came up with a million other reasons.)

Anyway, it’s really nice having a dog. He’s very well-behaved. He doesn’t really bark. He follows me around everywhere. I was supposed to do laundry today but I’m going to wait until tomorrow because we’re only going to go out one more time today and I don’t want to leave him alone yet. He hasn’t left my sight since I brought him home.

I wonder what you’ve been up to. I wonder if you’ve been laying in bed all day or going out or doing something with your roommates. It’s really hot out. I still wish we were going to the beach. My dog loves the water. I’ll show you some pictures if/when you decide to talk with me again. I miss you a lot. (That probably sounds stupid and I’ll probably keep saying it in every letter I write to you so I hope you’re okay with that.)

I know I’ve been talking a lot about what I’ve been doing and how I’ve been feeling. I wish I could ask you the same. But I don’t think you’d like a letter with a million questions. I don’t know, though. Maybe you would? I wish I could ask you if I should ask you more questions.

I talked with one of my best friends from back home today. She reached out to me a couple days ago. So did another girl from back home. (I think I told you about her already, though.) It’s been really nice reconnecting with people. Anyway, it’s been a few years since we last talked and we caught up on everything. I told her about you and our relationship and we talked about working things through. I said you cared about me a lot but you just didn’t know how to be there for me. I also talked about how I stressed you out because I was relying on you too much to be my main/only support system up here. Anyway, I have a dog now so you don’t have to worry about that anymore. He’s great and I love him.

Love,

Iris

P.S. Here’s a totally unrelated thing I want to tell you: I bought non-vegan food for the first time today. It was dog food but still. I haven’t bought any non-vegetarian food since before I went vegan. Okay, that probably wasn’t that exciting but I really miss talking with you and I just have so much that I wanted to tell you. I love you. I hope you’re doing okay. I’m really worried about you and that you haven’t replied yet. I’m trying not to take it personally but I know you usually reply relatively quickly and that you don’t spend much time away from your phone because you think people should always have a way of contacting you in case of an emergency. I hope you’re doing okay and that nothing’s happened to you. I miss you a lot.

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Hope Idiotic | Part VI

By David Himmel

Hope Idiotic is a serialized novel. Catch each new part every week on Monday and Thursday.

THE WEEK THAT LOU ARRIVED IN CHICAGO, FRANKLIN NEWS, ONE OF THE LARGEST MEDIA COMPANIES IN THE NATION, LAID OFF A THOUSAND PEOPLE. In the three months he’d been back, many other companies in his field had done the same. He wasn’t picky about whom he worked for, he just needed a gig. But every newspaper, magazine, radio station, marketing firm, advertising agency and public relations agency he could find wouldn’t even meet with him.

He tried every trick he knew to get a meeting, an introduction, an interview, a call back or an email saying something other than, “Thank you for submitting your résumé. We receive many submissions and are unable to reply to each one personally. However, we assure you that your résumé will be kept in our files. Please do not reply to this address.” In a Hail Mary kind of move, he ordered four large, stuffed pizzas from Dino’s Pie, the penultimate maker of Chicago-style pizza, and delivered them himself to the offices of the Chicago Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor was Chicago’s long-respected alternative weekly newspaper. It was known for its in-depth political reporting and for revealing personal stories of residents from every corner of the city. It did well by the arts like film and theatre. The stories tended to run a little long and sometimes felt too flowery for Lou’s taste, but if he could write for the Inquisitor, he’d feel pretty good about himself. This was becoming ever more important because his self-esteem was diminishing by the day through the onslaught of rejection letters.

He set the four pizzas on the receptionist’s desk. “Hi,” he said. “My name is Lou Bergman. I’m a writer. I’d love to write for this paper. I brought my résumé and clippings for your editor, Janet Brine. I also brought pizza for the entire staff.” He patted the top box with pride so that the receptionist would have no doubt that they were his gift to them.

“What?” she said, looking perplexed. She was older than he expected a receptionist at an alternative paper to be. She had a face that was perpetually annoyed. That’s what Lou hoped anyway, rather than her being annoyed with him.

“I brought pizza for you and the rest of the staff,” he said.

“Are you the pizza delivery guy? Because I didn’t order any pizza. Do you have a name on it? Who ordered it?”

“I ordered it.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’d like to.”

“What?”

“I ordered it for you.”

“Why?”

“Well, because it’s lunchtime, and I thought it’d be a nice gesture to bring you food.”

“We’re supposed to eat this?”

“I would hope so.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Is Janet Brine available? I’d like to speak with her, please.”

“Did she order the pizza?”

“No. I — yes.”

The annoyed receptionist made the phone call and tried to explain that pizza was waiting for her. A moment later, Janet Brine came storming into the front lobby where Lou and his pizzas were waiting.

“What the fuck is this? A fucking joke?” She was older than the receptionist and looked like she stepped out of a high-priced hipster fashion magazine.

“He said he has pizza for you,” the receptionist said.

“Ms. Brine,” Lou said, “I’m Lou Bergman. I’m a writer. I’m a big fan of the paper. I want to work with you. I brought my résumé and some clippings I think you’ll like.”

“So what’s with the fucking pizzas?” Janet Brine snapped as she grabbed Lou’s résumé and clips out of his hand.

“Just trying to grease the wheels here,” he said. “A little lunchtime bribe.”

“We’re supposed to eat this?”

Lou explained his reason for being there again, shook Janet Brine’s hand and was on his way back to Michelle’s apartment hoping his pizza trick worked. He also hoped Janet Brine wasn’t acting like an angry lunatic because of him. He hoped the rest of the people on staff weren’t like the two women he had just encountered, because that would make for a terrible working environment. Then again, it was a working environment, and that’s what mattered.

“Not your best idea,” Michelle said when she called him during her lunch break.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little bribery.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“It’s an alternative paper.”

“I wouldn’t hire you if you came into my office with pizza,” she said.

“That’s exactly why I’m not an attorney.”

✶

HIS BROTHER AARON’S BIRTHDAY PARTY HAPPENED THAT NIGHT in Brushwood where Aaron lived with Benjamin. It was held at Molly’s Tap, a hole in the wall that, if it hadn’t been located where it was or been the hangout for the aging kids who didn’t do anything with their lives after high school, he’d have loved it.

Aaron and Lou were five years apart, so they never shared friends or interests outside of familial necessity. They were never close, but got along without any major incident. Since barely graduating from the University of Wisconsin State the previous year, Aaron had fallen into complacency like so many others still living in Brushwood. Always a book-smart student, he discovered pot, booze and sleeping-in once he got to college. He earned a degree in business and was employed at a law firm downtown handling their marketing. When Lou asked what a law firm needs a marketing department for, Aaron replied, “Hell if I know. I’m just winging it.”

He was still living at his dad’s house because he didn’t want to spend money on an apartment downtown. He didn’t like the idea of having to live in a cramped place with roommates.

“At Dad’s, I still have my own room and free cable and a kitchen and a parking space that I don’t have to pay for. Why live in the city?” he’d say.

Lou’s answer was always the same: “Because you wouldn’t be living with your father sleeping in your kiddie twin bed.”

No one seemed to mind the twenty-three-year-old pot-smoking mooch wasting his life except Lou.

Although Aaron lived with Benjamin, he was closer with Sarah. Lou noticed the relationship growing over the years when he would visit or talk to the family. Now that he was living among them again, it was clear how close Aaron and Sarah had become. Since the separation, Sarah did exactly what Lou wished Aaron had done after college: move to the city, get an apartment and act like a twenty-something go-hard. Sarah and Benjamin married young — she was only twenty-one — so she never had a chance to live it up in the big city. For her, it was marriage, suburbs, kids. Her golden years were now her chance to make up for lost time.

She was a woman of grace, so she never prowled the streets of Lincoln Park to hunt young alumni as sexual prey. She kept her nightlife adventures and dating life within her own age group and never looked like anything that could even resemble impropriety. But she threw herself into any opportunity to spend time with her sons and force her relevance in their lives. And so, it wasn’t until Sarah showed up at the bar that shots were bought and Aaron’s friends started ducking out before they became too drunk to make it to work the next day.

Sarah took the train down to Brushwood; Lou drove, so he gave her a ride home back to the city. It was a good opportunity for some mother/son time, which there hadn’t been much of since he moved back. Although he was unemployed, their schedules never synced. She often worked long hours as the development director at Lincoln Park Zoo. Having only been in the workforce since leaving Benjamin five years before, holding a director position was an impressive feat, especially since she was older than most of her co-workers. Not doubting his mother’s talents, Lou couldn’t help consider that diversity hiring had made its way to Chicago, too.

“It’s nice that I get to see you,” Sarah said. “Strange how we live so close now, and I see less of you than I did when you lived in Las Vegas.”

“It’s been a crazy couple of months, Mom. I’m trying to find a job, you know. That’s a job in and of itself.”

“Did you contact my friend, Nate Price? He might be able to help you out.” Lou knew him as Mr. Price. He was a seventy-seven-year-old retired ad man who used to work at the agency that created some of the most memorable product mascots of all time. He lived down the street from Sarah when she was growing up and was close friends with her father.

“I did call him,” Lou said. “He didn’t remember me. Accused me of trying to steal money from him.”

“You’ll find something,” she said. “When can I see you again? Your father sees you all of the time.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I just never see you. Why can’t we have lunch on the weekends?”

“We can, Mom. I’m just… Michelle and I always have plans. She’s quick to get us booked.”

But when he said that she made plans for them, he didn’t mean that they were plans to see other people, or even really do much of anything. If Michelle wasn’t putting in eight-hour days on Saturdays and Sundays at the office, she liked to have what she called, L ’n’ M O.P. time. As in ‘L’ for Lou and ‘M’ for Michelle, then ‘O’ and ‘P’ because when she said “L and M” fast, it sounded to her like she was reciting the alphabet. And that was her sense of humor.

L ’n’ M O.P. time could not involve anyone else. It was strictly time for the two of them to stay home and watch TV or have sex or go shopping (that is, Michelle would shop and Lou would carry her bags), or see a movie. And Sarah was another person, so lunch with his mother was out of the question.

✶

The following day was one of those rare ones when Michelle didn’t have to work. They slept in and had morning sex — their preferred method — then got up to spend a day at the zoo, her favorite place in the city. Lou could have called to see if his mother happened to be at her office, but there were the rules of L ’n’ M O.P. time. He was nervous that they’d run into Sarah and be busted.

“I can’t believe we haven’t been here since you’ve been back,” Michelle said as they walked into the penguin house. “I love these little creatures. Did you know that penguins are the only animals in the animal kingdom, other than humans, that mate for life?”

“Did you know that dolphins are the only animals, other than humans, that fuck for fun?”

“Don’t be a jerk. I want to ask you something.” She turned to him and took his hand. “You’ve been in Chicago for a few months already, and you spend a lot of time at my place. But you’re driving back and forth from the city to the suburbs because half of your stuff is at my place and half is with your dad. Plus, you’re looking for work in the city, and, well, I know we talked about getting a place together once you found a job. But I like having you around. Why don’t you just move into my place now?”

She was proposing to him. And it was sweet. And he said yes. But he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of moving into a one-bedroom apartment. Michelle lived in a great place, but Lou was coming from a three-bedroom house where he lived alone. He hoped he’d get his own apartment for a bit and get used to the idea of living in cramped quarters before moving into even more cramped quarters with Michelle. But she had a point. He was spending a lot of time shuffling back and forth from the city to the ’burbs. And it would be nice to have a place to actually call home—a place to receive the mounting credit card statements without a forwarding address sticker on the envelopes.

They left the zoo after the animal exposés, and she took him to her favorite furniture store. Michelle had planned the entire day, centered on Lou moving in. He sort of wished he had had a say in how his day was spent, too. But what could he do when the whole thing surprised him? Go with it. Just go with it, he thought.

What he went with was a dresser she had preordered for him because it matched the furniture already in her bedroom. That was good thinking, except that the dresser cost eight-hundred bucks, which was money he did not have.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she told him. “I’m going to pay for half of this dresser. You don’t have to pay me back or anything. Consider it my housewarming gift to you. But I need you to promise me something.”

“I’ll promise you anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll get a job soon. Because I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but I need to know that you can get a job, keep a job and be able to support me and our family.”

The store employee behind the counter looked embarrassed.

“I promise you I’ll get a job. I’m doing the best I can.”

“Just keep your promise, and I won’t regret buying this dresser.”

As if Lou needed more incentive to find a job, now he had half the price of the dresser hanging over his head.

The pressure was mounting.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

#Hope Idiotic #Fiction #Chicago Fiction #David Himmel Author #David Himmel Fiction #Humor

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