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pen-observing · 3 years

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This might be dumb, but could you do like a modern coffee shop (or bar) AU of you training Zhongli and having a whole "coworkers to lovers" vibe? It's time for Zhongli to get a job 😤 Also I can't my mind off Zhongli struggling to work the cashier or proudly showing off making a drink correctly.

i say i am a kaeya main but in reality zhongli is the only character tripple crowned so ofc i can try to do this

how does this come about? venti and zhongli are actually roommates and renting a suburban place because everyone knows zhongli has high standards.

however, zhongli has no job nor is he able to get one that easily.

venti was fine paying for everything for the first 3 months but after he did the math and realised that he will never again drink high quality wine if this continues - he demanded that zhongli gets a job

in reality, zhongli knows a lot but the knowledge is rarely of practical necessity so when he sets out to look for a job - he is really looking for anything at all

luckily for him, your manager always talks about how it would be a blessing if 'someone with the highest coffee shop aesthetic' worked here. 'the business would blossom!'

you thought it was silly. what even is a coffee shop aesthetic?

all your doubts were immediately dismissed when your manager rushed into the shop at 9am while dragging a man by his arm inside

he was beautiful, and the colors inside the shop only made him appear even more mesmerising

it seemed like he belonged inside this space

yes, he was slightly confused why someone had to drag him inside in that manner but he did not mind since on the street, the person already promised him a job. now venti had nothing to be mad about, right?

venti did not. you however did.

when your manager asked him to make coffee for 3 he confidently walked up to you, brushed past you to get closer to the machine.

but nothing happened.

he just stood there.

you looked up at him and his chin was in his hand. never has anyone stared down the coffee machine like this.

he was an expert at making tea but this was just so different.

zhongli turned his head to look at you.

'excuse me, but what is it exactly that i am supposed to do now?'

your manager laughed but you knew he was serious about the question.

'you need to press in the order you want. and then make it using this machine.'

'ah, i see.'

and he still did nothing.

it irked you that despite this he got the job as just a waiter.

your manager was reluctant to let him go after all.

when zhongli got home he told venti about his job and what happened. venti knew how much trouble a clueless zhongli really is so he made him play papa's freezeria on the computer to get a sense of his new job.

zhongli came the next day. completely composed and seemingly prepared. in his wishes to be on time, he came early and since his key was not made yet the first sight that greeted you was not the usual door with the closed sign - it was him leaning against it with his coat and his nose slightly red from the cold.

'i am glad to see that you are here.' his voice touched you at that moment, and he was more comforting to see than the lonely.

'could you please unlock the shop?'

and you did.

when the two of you walked in, he took both of your coats and hanged them on the rack.

he seemed gentle enough and careful enough not to mess up on his first day.

zhongli dedicates himself to everything he sets his mind to. and he was flawless as a waiter. polite words and smiles; he always remembered the order correctly and his presence did draw in a few more customers.

you were still the one who worked the register and made the actual orders tho.

at the end - he made sure to help with cleaning but when the two of you were putting on the coats he said: 'it is a shame.'

you simply asked what he was referring to because his look held some regret.

'oh, my roommate made me play a game so i get familiar with the register. i just thought it was a shame i didn't get to use it today.'

how can someone feel regret about such a thing? and why did it seem so serious all of a sudden?

'if you want, i can show you how to use it tomorrow morning before the customers come?'

'i would appreciate it.'

his smile at that moment was enough to make you smile too.

and you did show him. when there was free time; it was dedicated to helping him learn how to use the register or how to make simple orders.

really, the early mornings spent with him in which you watched his hands shake to becoming steady were so ordinary but so magical.

he was always glad to learn something new.

he was a quick learner but both of you worried that he would make a mistake during official work hours so he never had a chance to use it seriously.

but, after a week and a half, you caught a small cold and zhongli was left to fight all by himself.

for those 2 days your mind was filled with worry for him. 'is he going to be okay? how will he manage the new people and the more complicated orders? will he be able to do latte art? maybe the manager will help him more now and come to the shop more often while i am out sick?'

this made you realise he was somehow an important part of your day.

after the cold, you rushed to the shop faster than ever.

he had already unlocked it and what greeted you was zhongli behind the open register.

he gave you a smile before walking over.

' i am glad to see you are here again.'

'oh no.' zhongli held your shoulders. 'you are all out of breath. is this a side effect from the cold?'

he did not even give enough time to answer and already seated you down to the closest table.

'please wait here.'

how embarrassing! you rushed here to fast just thinking about him and even ran out of breath on the way here! thank god zhongli is so dense he did not question you more or teased you.

'here.'

he slid a coffee cup towards you and you immediately smiled.

he had made a heart latte! for you!

'i actually wanted to come and visit you but this place was so busy and i did not know your address. it would have been inappropriate. but, i finally used the things you taught me.'

and as zhongli sits down across from you; he is so happy to share what happened and all the things he did thanks to you.

sure, the business bloomed in this place but it seems like love has started to bloom as well.

(venti doesn't have to worry about his wine anymore and your manager is definitely calling themselves cupid.)

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #for real i could have just turned this into a fic but i asked for headcanon requests sooo #this is like half half #genshin zhongli #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #obviously gender neutral #not obey me

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justimagineitblog · 4 years

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you so much for waiting patiently for this one you guys x

If you didn’t catch my life update post, I’ve been busy working on starting my music page @sheispsyche (if you want to check it out xx)

BUT DON’T WORRY!! I AM STILL POSTING ON THIS PAGE ALL THE TIME!! And updating my fan fictions - business as usual !!!

This Chapter sets up a whole series of events to follow so stay tuned loves!

Now.... on with the story....

(NOT MY GIF - ALL CREDITS TO THE WONDERFUL OWNER)

2 weeks. I hadn’t seen a single Shelby or Gray in 2 weeks. I’ve been going about my days, mostly surviving by suppressing the memories of Michael’s return. Out of sight out of mind, right? Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

Well, that was until I found Arthur Shelby in such a drunken state that if I didn’t know him any better I would have assumed he was dead. Mumbling, grumbling and slumped over on the floor against someones back door.

The moment I saw him, I forgot about everything. About having to stay away from the Shelby’s. God know’s I have a soft spot for Arthur, and there was no way I could leave him on the street like that. Especially as a Shelby. There’s entirely too many people in this place who would do unspeakable things to a vulnerable, defenceless Shelby.

Most of the time while dragging him back to his apartment, his arm draped across my shoulders, he’s uttering nonsense and reeks of whiskey. A few times he mentions Michael and Gina. I hate hearing their names. At some stages me mentions things not being the same, grumbling about Gina. But I try my hardest to shrug it off, and not read into it. He is completely and utterly wasted.

When we reached his apartment, and I dig in his pockets for his keys, it occurs to me that he doesn’t have them on him.

Of course he doesn’t.

What I do next I do quickly. Through the backs of the streets, I drag him and he stumbles and trips trying to keep up with my pace. I need to get him to the Shelby house and leave. When we come up to the front door step, I’m relieved to see all the lights are off. They’re all asleep. No one is to be seen.

“Alright Arthur,” I breathed heavily as I sat him down on the front steps. I kneel in front of him, making sure he’s sitting up straight and not hunched over uncomfortably “You silly thing” I sigh as I look at him sadly. He always struggled with alcohol.

Unable to risk spending anymore time at their house, I stand up and brace myself to knock on the door and run. With three loud and quick knocks that will hopefully wake someone up, I quickly run away from the house, hiding behind the corner of another building.

My breath hitches as Polly pulls the door open, her robe draped around her. Irritated and sleepy, she begins fussing over Arthur and by then, Tommy has met her at the door. They look at one another in confusion about how on earth Arthur got there, especially in the state he’s in. While Polly stands him up, pulling him inside, Tommy looks out into the streets, his brows furrowed. Knowing Arthur is safe, I leave quickly and quietly darting through back streets until I’m far enough away from the Shelby house to walk back in the streets again, and head up to my apartment.

It takes me a while to wind down once I’m home, but after half an hour the exhaustion gets the better of me. I rub my neck gingerly where it aches from dragging Arthur. He’s not a big man, but I was practically hauling all his dead weight.

God he’s lucky I have a soft spot for him.

As I fall asleep I think of Arthur, if he’s okay. If Polly and Tommy got him inside alright. I’m sure they did. I’m sure he got a good scolding from them both which undoubtedly would have sobered him up pretty quickly.

And I try not to think about the things he said about Michael. And Gina. Something about Michael not being the same? Or maybe it was Gina not being the same? I don’t know. I can’t go over this. I’ve always believed there was some honesty in drunken words. But right now, I don’t want to believe a bar of that. I’d rather just tell myself he was drunk out of his mind and was mumbling anything and everything. For my own sanity. For my own peace of mind.

THE NEXT DAY

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I wake up in a jolt as knock at my door sends me upright in bed.

“What the fuck” I hiss as I pull my unruly hair out of my face. I glance at the clock.

9am?

Jesus. I slept in. As the knocking persists I grab my robe from my cupboard, wriggling it over my nightgown in a tired and flustered hurry.

“Who is it?” I call as I patter down the hall way barefoot as I fold my arms across my chest tightly.

I’ve god no goddamn bra on.

She the person doesn’t reply to my question but persists knocking, my irritation levels rise. I’m truly not an angry person. But I’m also truly not a morning person.

“Who is it?!” I shout again in frustration as I quickly rush into the bathroom, trying to comb my hair with my fingers before I answer the door.

No answer. Probably a kid playing knock and run. I swear to god if it’s that Timothy boy from the floor below…

Irritation and desperation for the incessant knocking to stop, I give up on fixing my appearance and fly to the door, ripping it open in lightening speed without even checking the peep hole first.

Prepared to launch into a lecture about how knock and run isn’t funny, I’m caught dead in my tracks by my visitors standing before me.

Polly, Arthur and Tommy.

They stare at me in shock, just as taken aback as I am.

Without even thinking, I begin to slam the door shut. Why. I don’t even know. Panic, I guess. Shock?

Just as the door is about the close it is stopped with a loud thud, as Tommy’s outstretched arm holds it open.

Silence follows as Tommy and I stare at one another through the opening in the door.

Fuck.

“Tommy move” I manage to say “I’m not doing this”

“Izzy just open the door for a second-“

I shake my head, my grip tightening around the door knob.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to stand here all day then, eh? Until one of us gives up”

“You’re both too stubborn for that” Polly say’s and Tommy raises his brows at me.

We both know I’m not going to be able to close the door. And we both know Tommy will stand there all day if he has to.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door suddenly the door flying open.

I stumble back, as Tommy stands broad shouldered in my door way, Polly and Arthur watching nervously from behind him.

I shake my head, a lump in my throat beginning to swell. I can’t do this. I don’t want to see them. I can’t. They’re out of my life now.

It’s supposed to be that way.

It’s easier that way.

Quickly, the lump grows into an overwhelming need to cry, that I can’t control. Tommy watches me nervously, but quickly his face turns into a distraught panic as I clasp a hand over my mouth.

“I can’t do this” My voice is muffled behind my hand as tears well heavily in my eyes.

Tommy rushes forward immediately, reaching out to hold me. Initially I fight against it, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But the weakness from crying makes me give in, and he engulfs me in his arms. His smell, his feel, everything about him feels so foreign but familiar. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a big, brother like bear hug from Tommy. Realising this only makes me cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” he coos as I cry into his chest.

We stay like this for a few minutes, and I can hear his heart racing in his chest the entire time. Just like mine. Knowing how much this breaks his heart, I begin to stifle my cries, and pull myself together.

“Come here, eh” He says to me in a low voice as he holds my face firmly “Just breathe”

His voice sounds shaky, which is something I rarely hear from Thomas Shelby. It almost sounds like he has a lump in his own throat that he is swallowing down.

“Darling, sit down yeah? Arthur will put the kettle on” Polly says gently, nodding at Arthur who rushes to the kitchen beside us.

Tommy gives me one encouraging but worried smile before he lets me go, and I take a seat at my dining table. Tommy and Polly follow suit, and we sit in silence as I wipe the tears of my face. Once Arthur returns with tea, we all take a deep breath in unison to prepare ourselves for whatever is about to come next.

“Isabelle, we need you to talk to us…” Polly begins slowly, before asking the question I’ve been dreading facing for weeks “What did Michael say?”

I rub temples, tension rising as my mind races.

I don’t want to tell them, but I cannot lie. I cannot keep acting like I hate them, just to keep them arms length away and abide my Michael’s request. It’s only hurting them more.

I sigh. There’s no other way to put it but exactly how it happened.

“He asked me to stay out of his way. That he was happy, and if I really cared about him I would leave for him”

“That’s why you left the pub” Tommy says quietly, almost to himself, as he puts two and two together.

I nod, gravely.

Polly shakes her head as she looks away. I know she can’t believe the cold, cruel man her son has turned into. Either can I.

“Is that why he visited you that night?” Polly looks back at me.

“What?” I reply in shock, wondering how the hell she knows that he visited me.

She sighs, taking a sip of her tea “Gina was asking Michael. Pestering him about it. Constantly. I told her who you were. The day Michael came home, I couldn’t stand to see him pretend like he barely knew you. I wouldn’t have it. So since she knew who you were, since I told her, she’s been suspicious” She pauses, looking at Tommy and Arthur nervously before she continues “So I started reading her letters, she was telling her friends that she thinks that Michael went and visited you on his first night back, to sleep with you. That he got it out of his system and now you’re out of the picture”

“Jesus Polly” Arthur exclaims, almost laughing “You read her letters?”

“Of course I did, I read them all. I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her” She scoffs.

“I am out of the picture” I speak up, referring to Gina’s letters “He definitely didn’t sleep with me. He couldn’t have looked like he hated me more”

There’s silence in the room.

“Isabelle” Polly sits up straight in her chair, leaning forward “Michael is my son. But he has been a horrible, cruel, prick. I won’t, I cannot, defend his actions. You, even when Michael was gone you we’re part of the business. Part of the family. Regardless of him or Gina, you’re family. You are family”

Some how hearing Polly say that breaks and mends my heart in different ways all at once.

“And family look after family” Arthur says firmly “Like how you looked after me last night”

My mouth parts slightly. I thought I had gotten away with that.

“We knew that was you sweetheart, thats how we knew we hadn’t lost you for real” Polly smiles at me gently.

I look over at Tommy, he’s the final say. Always.

“We want you back in the family meetings Isabelle, back with us”

No. No. I understand that I can’t continue on avoiding them like the plague. But I can’t - I don’t want to join back into the family. I’ve spent weeks hating every second of time that I remember from seeing Michael with Gina that day. How am I supposed to cope seeing them together on a daily basis.

“I can’t-“ I shake my head quickly, refusing the proposition.

“Michael is not in charge of you Isabelle” Polly replies. But that’s not the problem.

“It’s not that, I-“ I pause, trying to gather my thoughts into words “I can’t see him… with her”

Silence, again.

“The last time I saw him… they way he looked at me” I swallow hard “Ive spent every waking moment trying to get it out of my head. And he wouldn’t want to see me. He doesn’t love me Polly, it’s done”

“Yes he does” Polly says plainly.

I look at her, brows furrowed.

Trust me. I want more than anything to live in denial. But it’s a fact. Michael does not love me. Sometimes, a lot of times in the past week, I’ve been forced to question if he ever did.

“You don’t see him with Gina. How he is. He’s not himself. He doesn’t look at her the way he looked at you. Tommy caught him the other day…” she pauses, looking over at Tommy to finish the story.

“We had some old boxes moved around, stuff from old houses. They were sitting at the house. Gina was out, and when I came into the room I saw Michael holding a picture from Christmas two years ago… Of you” Tommy pauses “He must have found it in one of the boxes… or he was looking for it. I watched him. His was just staring. Frozen. Then when Gina came home that night, he was different. Like deep down his mind was somewhere else. It was with you, Izzy. He just can’t see it”

I know the exact picture. Me sitting on his lap as we laugh. We were always laughing. Always touching in some way. Always. I used to stare at that picture myself, waiting for Michael to come home.

“But I can’t make him see it, Tommy. I can’t make him. Im not going to beg for a man who doesn’t even want me” Saying those words out loud stings.

“Then come back for us, god knows we need you” Polly smiles, reaching out for my hand. I take it, and she squeezes gently.

“What about Gina?” I say anxiously “She’ll have my head if I set foot near Michael”

“She won’t dare say anything around me if she’s as smart as she thinks she is” Polly hisses. I don’t know this girl. Gina. Whatever I don’t like about her mostly has to do with the fact that I wish I was her. But everyone else seems to have a deep hatred for her. I can only imagine what she’s like.

When I have no argument against them anymore, I shrug, sitting back in my seat completely defeated.

Tommy smiles, giving me a wink “Welcome back to the family eh?”

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knights-of-the-glittery-table · 3 years

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It’s one year to the day I purchased Dragon Age: Inquisition!

My first video game outside of Animal Crossing since my age ended in -teen and my first ever video game on the PC as an adult! (The Magic School Bus Explores the Ocean. the Catz series up to 5, Dangerous Creatures and Stay Tuned being big favourites back in the day thanks for asking)

The first month went as you’d expect for a woman who loved the consoles owned through her life but always just a tiny smattering of titles for each and in general someone who did not give a damn about gaming.

WASD? How about walking off a staircase every time you attempt it for well over a week. I said it then and I’ll say it now, in body I am but a 5ft tall woman but as soon as I am playing a video game I am possessed by a himbo. Well meaning, good natured but thick as two short planks.

My attempts at walking anywhere with the map, a simple A to B was like you spun me around 10 times on an office chair then flung me into the wilderness blindfolded. And that was the simple map guidance. If it was a twist and turns kind of job, hidden away and the enviornments looked the same- we’re talking hours.

There is such a thing as common sense, I like to think I have that. What I did not and even now only have the faintest SNIFF of from actual game playing experience is GAMER SENSE. Like, I never played a goddamn game like this in my life and no games full stop in my 20s until 27 when I bought New Leaf and TOM NOOK NEVER FUCKING PUT HIDDEN PATHS OR ITEMS I NEEDED ABOVE MY HEAD IN A CAVE I DIDN’T EVEN REALISE EXISTED. Absolutely no gamer problem solving skills in this himbo brain at all. I had to look up everything possible and would sit here with a furrowed brow like ‘....How-...how was I supposed to know to think of that?’

But I really enjoyed myself despite my utter lack of knowing what/who/when/how and in this year that passed I now also own the other two Dragon Age games, the three Witcher games, Skyrim and Stardew Valley! THEN ALSO due to random but very pleasant weird circumstances I managed to get a DS Lite in September last year and have AC: New Horizons, Skyrim, Hades, DMC 1+2 for nostalgia, Cat Quest and Outlast + Whistleblower (I love Whistleblower the most as watching male gamers do walkthroughs of it and they reach a particular section? God, the serotonin I get from their screams),

I know that isn’t a lot to most people but I went from 0-80mph in a 20mph zone. I still don’t care much about gaming as a whole, it is baffling and boring to me for the most part but I’ve watched short horror game walkthroughs for a fair few years now (I enjoyed Bloodborne despite me zoning out constantly due to the fact it is a game pretty much all fighting something and the body horror nightmares but it is in fact one of less than maybe 6 games I’ve ever watched a full walkthrough of due to aforementioned disinterest)

Dragon Age made me want to start drawing again! I hadn’t used my old drawing tablet for years but it made me want to draw and gave me a very interesting world and range of characters to learn about. It also gave me a much needed hobby during the very stressful year of 2020.

I really wanted to draw a little Cullen for myself to celebrate my one year ‘anniversary’ but I used all my energy this morning being hyped to go the post office hours before it opened then zooming up there the moment it hit 9am.

So please mentally draw me a little Cullen Rutherford right-

HERE

#I will draw one for myself (I draw everything except friend presents for myself and wants hopefully soon)#but it would have been nice to have one here on the DAY #passive aggressive comment to myself #Anyway I love Dragon Age #it made me think 'hm maybe gaming....no talent for it but can be fun?!'#and here we are today

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serahsanguine · 5 years

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Vacation Series Pt. 1 - Let The Games Commence. Ch, 3

This is the first book in a two-part series. This book is a six-part story which will be upload daily for the next week. After that, it will be Book two following the same pattern. it was originally made for the Summer Fanfic Exchange.

Tumblr - pt. 1, pt. 2 All chapters can be found Here on Ao3

This Chapter Rating; PG-13

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Chapter 3: Day Two - The Village.

Scully woke up, in a tangle of sheets. She hadn’t worn much to bed as it was too warm even at 11 o'clock at night. The sun shone brightly through the folds in the blinds. If she were to take a guess, she would say it was around 9am. She had forgotten to set her alarm the night before, but she didn’t mind losing all sense of time. She sat up, the smell of fresh coffee and something else: breakfast maybe. She stepped out of bed, her legs slightly heavy as they hadn’t been used for a few hours. She walked through to her wardrobe grabbing her black silk kimono and wrapped it around her before descending down the stairs.

She stopped halfway to find Mulder listening to the radio and singing along to it. From what she could hear it was Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley. Then she looked around the room to find the table had been set with plates, cutlery, even a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. It looked like he had cooked her a full English breakfast: bacon, eggs, mushrooms, sausages, tomatoes, beans, hash browns.

She descended the rest of the stairs, making sure nothing was in Mulder’s hands before speaking just in case she made him jump.

“I didn’t know you cooked Mulder.”

He jumped a little and then turned around to face her, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her, his smile covering his full face.

“It’s one of my many talents, it’s just no fun cooking for one.”

“So, in all those years I have known you, why haven’t you cooked for me?”

“You’ve never asked, Scully,” he was serious but not full of conviction.

“Touche.”

“Anyway, sit down. Breakfast is served, madam and if you would like a coffee, I just brewed a small pot.”

“Thank you, Mulder, but you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Of course I do.” There was a short pause. “You deserve the world, Scully, ” he whispered.

His eyes told her he meant it.

“Tuck in, Scully, before it gets cold.”

An hour later the food was eaten, and she enjoyed every last piece of it. He was an exceptional cook. He added spice and herbs and the food had never tasted so good. She nursed her coffee waiting for it to cool down

“What is on the agenda for today, Mulder?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could wander through the village, and possibly try out their homemade ice cream.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” she soon finished her coffee and went upstairs to get changed. Soon after Mulder did the same.

He shut his bedroom door, leaning against it and thinking about that morning events over and over again in his mind. But spending yesterday with her, he lost all resolve to keep his emotions in check, and guarded. She unintentionally was breaking those walls around his heart. But in doing so he felt like she was also letting him to hers.

He walked to his suitcase, he still hadn’t unpacked, and his clothes were hanging out the sides. He found the brown shorts he was looking for and also the grey tank top. He quickly showered and changed before heading downstairs to wait for Scully.

30 minutes later and some more of his book read, he was sitting on the cushioned Wicca sofa when he heard Scully stepping down the stairs. He placed a bookmark where he had stopped, and placed the book next to him on the table. He shifted in his seat and looked around to see her. She was stunning, wearing a yellow long skirt and a white tank top. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she was wearing a straw kind of hat to keep the sun from burning her face, she had already slightly caught the sun yesterday as her normally pale skin was a tad on the pink side.

“You ready to go?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Yes I am, but I can’t find my sandals, have you seen them?” He watched her look under the sofa, then around the front porch, then in the kitchen.

“Scully have you tried on the back porch? ” he watched her walk out of the french doors staring at her ass. ‘One of these days she's gonna catch me staring, and when that day happens I'm done for” he smiled at the thought and watched her re-enter the room.

“Thank you, how far is it to the village?”

“About a 20 minutes walk, 5 minutes on the beachfront, straight across the bridge and 5 minutes walk to the village.”

She beamed a smile in his direction.

“You might be able to see the wild horse as we walk, a little blonde bird told me they were in the area.”

He didn’t know it was possible but her smile got even wider. He knew how much she liked horses though she had never told him herself, he remembered the story her mother told him while she was missing of how her father took her to horse riding lessons whenever he was on leave. And it’s something the two of them shared until she was well into med school.

The walk to the village was pleasant, she didn’t see the wild horses but she didn’t mind, spending time with Mulder was enough, he made light conversation, made her laugh telling her stories of the lone Gunmen and the pranks they pulled on each other.

They stopped at local shops, they were so beautiful on the outside. There were brownstone buildings, wood buildings, flowers as far as the eye could see on each side of the road: blues, yellows, whites and so much lavender. She could smell them mixing with the sea air.

When they were done browsing the local shops, they found a small restaurant on the main street looking out onto the marsh. She stood outside reading the sign AJ’s on the creek. She walked inside and instantly smelled the seafood. She followed Mulder to the table and looked around. The tables were covered in crisp white linens and topped with paper napkins and bottles of hot sauce. She pulled a menu up to her face but causally lowered it a little so she could study her partner. He had definitely caught a tan, he was a lovely golden bronze now. She could see the sweat forming on his brow trickling down his nose.

“What looks good Scully?”

“Hum…”

“Scully?”

Mulder looked at her with confusion. She looked back at him realising that she had been staring and daydreaming for the last 5 minutes about her partner. And she had been caught in the act.

She started blushing, hoping he hadn't noticed, and if he did, hoping to put it down to the sun catching her Irish skin.

“Oh the Seasonal soft-shell crab, served fried on platters, and a romaine salad is with a zesty citrus Caesar dressing, Parmesan crumbs, and crisped bread sounds delicious.”

“The way you just made it sound, makes me want that exact dish.” He raised his eyebrows, in a mock teasing way. And she instantly knew there was a double meaning behind the first part of that sentence.

Their meal arrived and it was just as incredible as it sounded on the menu, while she waited for him to finish she thought about a few things

Her feelings for her partner were becoming so clear to her now, but she didn’t want to give in to them, she was scared of losing him, the friendship, their partnership. He was slowly becoming everything to her. Like he was a part of her and no way in hell she would risk it. But damn she just wanted to kiss him, pull that bottom lip of his in her lips and bite it hard. She soon suppressed such a feeling and carried on.

“I have a small surprise for you before we go to the ice cream shop.”

“Mulder, you know I don't like surprises.”

“Well, Miss, I know, but you will love this one, I promise. ”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

Mulder paid for the meal and started leaving her following close. Just before she stepped out, someone stopped her by gently tapping her on the shoulder.

“You have a lovely husband there, he is definitely a keeper.”

She didn’t know how to respond, she didn’t want to correct the poor woman. But she didn’t have an answer for her. So she simply nodded and left the restaurant.

30 minutes later and both of them were standing outside a quite large building looking at the sea.

“What are we doing here, Mulder?”

Before he could answer and an elderly gentleman came up the gate. He was dressed in blue levis and a black and red checkered shirt.

“Mr and Mrs Mulder?”

Again they were mistaken for a married couple, twice in one hour. She sighed, not saying anything again and Mulder didn’t correct the man either. Instead, he nodded at the old man.

“Ok, then, this way. They’re going to need to be brushed, before you go on them. But they are both beautiful.”

Mulder nodded again and looked at her utterly confused face. He just gave her a wide grin while he guided her to a stable. There were two beautiful pedigree horses: one completely black and another, white and brown.

“Oh, my God, they are beautiful Mulder; but I still don’t get it?”

“Yes they are Mrs Mulder,” the old man interrupted her. “And they are just ready to go out. Just before I leave you two alone, Mr Mulder said you didn’t need any training to ride the horses and both of you have previous experience.”

“Yes, thank you.”

With that, the man left them alone.

“How did you know I used to ride? And, more importantly, how did I not know that you do too?”

“First, your mother told me. And second, I learnt with Samantha on the vineyard. She loved horses and she didn’t want to go alone because at first, they scared her.”

Scully saw the pain in his eyes, but there were also small hints at happiness from the memories.

“Why did you never tell me?” she asked moving towards the black horse.

“I suppose it just never came up.”

Mulder saw the delight in Scully’s eyes as she trouted along the beachfront: she was truly enjoying herself. Her hair was like fire against the blue of the sea and the black of the horse.

“Mulder, I’m so glad we did this, it’s been a very long time since I rode a horse.”

“My pleasure Scully. We really should be heading back if you want to try that ice cream.”

“Ok, race you!” she suddenly yelled and took the horse into a full gallop, leaving a cloud of sand dust in her mist.

“Cheat!” he shouted, but she was gone

Mulder clicked the rains and went into a full gallop after her. When he finally caught up to her, she was stroking her horse waiting for him.

“What took you so long?” she was trying to stifle her laugh.

“You do know that cheaters never prosper,” he looked at her and she was still holding her laugh back.

“And Foxes don't win.”

“Wow, Scully, below the belt.”

He was teasing her and she knew it. He picked her up off her horse and brought her close to his body before putting her on the ground, rubbing her a little too much against his body.

She pulled him close, lent up on her tiptoes, and whispered in his ear.

“I know that’s where you want me, and I want it too.”

She turned around on her heels, grabbing the horse’s reins, and walked towards the stable. She erupted with laughter, leaving him dum-stuck, unable to speak or even breathe. He finally managed to remember how to breathe and grabbed the reins on his horse finally walking to put him back in the stable while contemplating what she had said to him.

Did she really mean it? I’d be over the moon. But what if she was teasing me? Just playing my game? Those three things kept running over and over again in his mind.

He hitched the horse on the wood, closing the stable door. Scully was waiting for him just like always. The elderly gentleman thanked them and told them to enjoy the rest of their holiday. Mulder placed his hand at the small of her back and lead her towards the ice cream shop.

They arrived soon and stepped inside. It was a small but beautiful place, with light wood everywhere, something straight out of a magazine beautiful. The sun was setting, bouncing orange beams around the shop's white walls leaving a shimmering glow.

“What ice cream are you picking, Scully?”

“I’m having a double cone: one side filled with chocolate, and the other, rum and raisins.”

“Sound’s yummy.”

She ordered her ice cream and turned around to him.

“What flavour are you having?”

“I was thinking of chocolate orange.”

“Now that sounds nice, Mulder, I can’t wait to try it.”

She had confused him again, but he caught the look in her eyes. It was a wicked look full of mischief.

Their ice creams were soon devoured and Scully had got closer to him. He hadn’t realised he had some ice cream on his chin and kept wondering why Scully was staring at him. She leant in close and whispered.

“I meant what I said earlier.”

She kissed his cheek and then his nose, they were so feather-like, her lips barely touched his skin. His heart was hammering in his chest and again he was left gasping for air. He looked into her eyes, knowing if he looked he would know if she was teasing. He looked into the warm blue and was lost there. But he saw everything he had ever wanted, the whole truth. She loved him and meant it. Her lips caught him by surprise as she pressed them against his. Her tongue was seeking entrance and he opened up gladly. Their lips were gliding against each other, their tongues exploring every crevice in each other’s mouth. His eyes had shut, enjoying the feeling of their mouths touching. She let go and he sighed missing her already.

“Chocolate orange does taste nice,” she said giggling like a schoolgirl.

“And chocolate and rum and raisin taste even better.”

They left the restaurant hand in hand, both content with the moment neither wanting to push. Just enjoying the simple pleasure of each other.

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Give Me My Worth

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Cullen x Adopted Son/Brother!Reader Summary: It had to get yourself sick in order for your foster family to realise Word Count: 2251 Request: “Cullen family x mreader where the reader does everything that his siblings ask him to do put whenever he asks for anything the family ignores him and it ends with a happy ending. I need some hurting put not that much” A/n: you didn’t say human or vampire reader so I am making the reader human - also extra ANGST. Also, I don’t know what time some American school start or finish their day, so I’m going with what usually England school’s run by with 9am to around 3:30m (obvs depending what school you go to, then end time fluctuates around)

You flop back onto your bed.

You were exhausted, the alarm clock was hitting 2:00am. Your body shook with a dry cough as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. You sighed as you sat up, getting your bag ready and finish the homework you were supposed to finish when you got home until Emmett asked you to clean their clothes.

Then you got busy when Jasper asked if you could go on a book hunt for one of his lessons, which got added by Alice ordering you to pick up her delivery, then Rosaline asked you to grab some equipment for her car. As you went to pick the essentials - took an hour to find Jasper’s book, Alice delivery was out on the opposite side of Seattle of the bookshop that Jasper’s book was. Then it took your upper strength and energy to lift the tools for Rosalie into the back of your car.

By then, it was 7pm. You watched Jasper come and go with his book without a simple thanks as Alice, scowls for you taking your time as Rosalie walks passed you to retrieve her essentials, leaving you to feel unwanted as a cough took over your body.

You had asked what was dinner, but you found out that Esme went out to help into the local shelter, leaving you with nothing eat, though you weren’t that pressed about the situation because they needed Esme more than you need her. You had to dinner around 7:30, finishing later into 8, though you weren’t eating much.

By then you were ready to start your own work to do before Bella called you if you could pick her at La Push since her truck broke down and Jacob refused to go to the other side.

It was a simple pick up and drop up, yet Bella had dragged you to join the wolf pack in their storytelling session around the fire making you leave with Bella around 10:15, the cold wasn’t helping with the situation, suppressing your faint cold. Just as you dropped her off, you were met by Edward, who looked at you thankfully for bringing her home safely but annoyed that it was late at night.

When you were driving away you stopped to get yourself gas for your car, returning home at 10:35. Just as you were about to sit down and make a start on your homework, you were beckoned once again by Alice.

She had claimed that she was far too busy to do her own history homework, it was just a one-time thing and she wanted you to do it. She gave you a look and waved you off as she and Jasper went hunting, leaving you no choice to whip out your history book and write her essay, coming up to 11:49.

Just as you printed it off and placed it Alice’s bag, you were called by Rosalie to help her with her maths homework, despite her repeating high school she always seemed to be failing maths, you were barely managing and whilst everyone else was out hunting you were the only one available.

You kept your cool around your sister, it took almost an hour for her to understand what she was doing and fifteen minutes for her to finish it. By 1:20, you were exhausted, you craved for your bed but you just couldn’t with the amount of work you needed to do.

At this point of the night, you felt unwell. A headache, a rough dry cough kept taking over as you breathed unevenly, ignoring the pain that came along with it.

You had greeted your foster dad when he came through the doors at half one, kissing his wife and the both of them went out the door to hunt, ignoring your begs to stay off school.

Just as you were about to drag yourself up the stairs, Emmett came bouncing in with a smile, begging for you to join him and Jasper in a video game. You had one game before rushing to your room.

Currently, you looked at the bight screen in front of you, your exhausted eyes bore into your geography homework. Your chest hurts, breathing hurts as you shiver. Ignoring everything you plugged in some music until you found yourself working up at the sunrise.

The situation had been almost a routine, you loved your family, but everything was unbearable. You were in a constant state of tiredness, your body ached and you were becoming feverish. In the heat of that, you pushed on, despite feeling used and unwanted at the same time.

As you got yourself ready for the day, you noticed the sun was out. Your siblings would be staying off and the fact that you had helped them do their work, you sighed in frustration sending yourself in a fit of coughing. Pulling your sweatshirt on you, you grabbed your bag and went to your car.

It wasn’t like the family had anything good to say, they were all engrossed with their things - ignoring or forgetting that you had existed. You shouldn’t be driving with the lack of, or no, sleep you had gotten.

Angela greeted you with your head leaning against your steering wheel, “You don’t look so good (Y/n).”

“Thanks, I don’t feel like it either.”

You drag yourself out the car, a wave of dizziness had hit you, as you lean on the car. Angela’s hand flew to your shoulder, keeping you stable.

“Do you need to see the nurse?”

“I think I can live.”

You waved her off as you join Bella in the first lesson of English. She greeted you with furrowed eyebrows knitted together as you sat down next to her. You placed your head on the table, a headache consuming you with the pain in your chest increased, Bella had noticed your shallow breathing.

“You should go home,” Bella spoke as she looks down at you, “Visit the hospital or something.”

You sat up, leaning your chin on your palm, heaving a cough as you covered your mouth, ignoring the wheezing, “I rather be here than hell at home.”

Bella looked at you confused, “What do you mean?”

“I haven’t had a good night sleep for the past week, Bells, I just feel like I’m back at the foster home with the Cullens.”

Bella had known your traumatising experience with the foster home and found herself severely disappointed with the Cullens. She gave you one last look before she turned her attention to the teacher, who had walked in the class.

When the lesson had finished, you and Bella walked to your locker.

“Alright, give me your keys, we’re taking you to the hospital,” Bella held her hand out as she gave you a look, you sighed as you dug through your pocket and gave her your keys.

She grabbed you by the arm as she escorted you to the car. You sit there shivering, unable to fight back as you started to hack out a cough.

“What about your truck?”

“Broken down remember? Dad took me in,” Bella responded, “Are you coughing blood?”

You had slipped into silence as Bella started the car, muttering how annoyed she was at your family, at her boyfriend. Pulling up to the hospital, you had muttered how your family couldn’t find out about your state.

Once admitted into the hospital with severe pneumonia, which had been developing for days with quick x-rays and other medical precautions that took place, you were felt rendered unconscious after a day’s worth of examination.

Bella had called her dad that she was looking after you in the hospital, pitying as you were in for monitoring oxygen levels, temperature, heart rate and breathing rate, whilst antibiotics were given to you at intervals.

She softly runs her hand through your hair, “I wish you knew how much your family cares about you.”

She sighs as she leaves you for the night, going to your car and examining the empty notifications of your phone, wondering where you were. As she drove your car, she didn’t know what to say, wondering if Alice had predicted this outcome.

When she had arrived at the Cullen’s house, she was greeted with Edward and Alice. They had wondered why she was driving your car but allowed her to go into the house, despite no greeting.

“Ah, Bella!” Carlisle greeted, “Didn’t know you were visiting today.”

“Unexpected turn of events,” Bella responded, her arms crossed and looked like she refused to be touched, “I’m feeling like I’m having an off day.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I didn’t expect to find myself pitying the honourary human Cullen, at the hospital where he lies unconscious with the last thought that his foster hates him, making him feel unwanted nor needed,” Bella explained, “But, what do I know? It wasn’t like he was on the verge of tears on the way to the hospital complaining his chest hurts as he begs me not to tell you, fearing he was wasting your time.”

“Wh-”

“And the fact he was about to pass out due to his sleep deprivation and I swear he had compared his life here like the foster home-”

“We get it!” Rosalie sneers.

“Do you?” Bella asked, keeping herself near her boyfriend in case Rosalie attacked. In this sheer moment, Bella had gathered a lot of courage to speak like this to a bunch of vampires, “You’re sending him to an early grave.”

The Cullens share a look, Jasper felt so much guilt, regret and remorse. He couldn’t take it as Edward was gaining too many thoughts at once, he couldn’t contain it.

“My dad is picking me up,” Bella commented, just about to turn around and leave.

“Bella?” Esme quietly spoke, the human looked at her, “Why is he in the hospital?”

“Severe Pneumonia, monitoring his levels,”

Carlisle’s feeling worsens because he was the doctor, he should have spotted your illness before you had ended up in the hospital. Edward and Alice grimace as they also were trained to be doctors, but they couldn’t give much thought to their brother as they cared way too much of themselves.

The moment you had woken up, you didn’t expect to see golden eyes watching you intensely. You blinked slowly, before processing what was going on, where you were and what had happened. You shut your eyes once again, hoping that the tiredness would wash you off to sea and ignore your family.

“We’re not leaving,” Jasper spoke from the corner of your room, his arm over Alice.

There was silence, you felt Esme rub your arm, she had a heavy heart as she had lost her son once she did not want to lose another. You peaked your eye open, groggily rubbing the sleep away.

“Hey, there sleeping beauty.”

You glared at Emmett, muttering under your breath knowing full well they could hear you, “Still feel like I haven’t slept enough.”

Rosalie smiles at you, “How are you feeling-?”

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean why are you here? Don’t you have anything better to fulfil your goddamn boring life?” You questioned as your chest started to spaz as you were sent into fits of bloody coughs.

“We haven't been the greatest,” Edward started, “Carlisle is working right now, but he’s keeping an eye on you, but nevertheless, we came to apologise.”

You looked at him, eyebrow raised and unamused.

“We treated you horribly, we used you and for that we’re sorry.”

You cut Edward short with a snort, “You didn’t just use me, you made me feel shit, reduced me to feel like nothing. Home didn’t feel like home anymore - I want my worth to be validated, give me my worth.”

Your voice broke at the end of the sentence as your breathing was laboured, uneven and you were wheezing. You blinked slowly, ignoring the ringing noise in your ear and the distant headache you could feel, your body was shutting down again. You just wanted to rest.

“We’re so sorry, sweetheart,” Esme soothes you.

“Sorry doesn’t wash away the feeling-”

“So, we’ll prove it to you, prove that your worth is validated in our house.” Emmett interrupted, he was almost begging, “We forget we’re not human like you, but please give us a second chance to show you that you can have faith in us.”

You looked at them, their golden eyes looking hopeful at you. You softly hummed, before responding.

“If I say yes, will you let me sleep?” There was a simultaneous nodding of heads, “Okay, but this doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“That’s okay, we’re okay with that,” Jasper responded.

“We’re not deserving of your forgiveness, at least not yet,” Alice concluded.

“You mean a lot to us,” Rosalie spoke fondly, “We love you.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love you too, unfortunately.”

The room was full of silence, as your body too over allowing you to sleep. Your uneven breathing become steady, as the group of vampires watched the rise and fall of your chest, fearing that if they would look away you would just stop. They didn’t want to lose you, it was awakening for them, but it was something they needed to know.

You weren’t a robot or a vampire like them. You were human, with needs and emotions.

If you need your worth validated, damn right they will show it to you.

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Hey who wants to hear the miserable story about how I had to deal with loneliness this year? Feel free to scroll on I just need to write it down to, I suppose close the chapter on the story? Read if your curious, or maybe also need guidance, or just want to learn some tips on how to help someone dealing with it. This will be poorly structured it’s just... getting it off my chest I guess.

People talk sometimes about university students often struggling with loneliness, and often going overlooked because they’re not seen as ‘vulnerable’ as other populations. I mean, look! They’re in a city! They go out every night and piss off the locals! They can’t be lonely!

It started back in 2018 (yup, that far back), when my friends decided that it would be better for my mental health if I didn’t live with them. No lie, that was the actual fucking reason. I was heartbroken; I’ve missed out on a lot of typical “growing up! Yay!” Type things because of my mental health, trauma and bullying and the fact that “living with friends” was gonna be added to the list was fucking heart breaking. But I dealt with it, because I had no where else to turn. No one else to move in with. I cried for like 2 hours solid after they so sweetly told me they didn’t want to live with me because I have *anxiety*. Not even one of the quote unquote “””scary””” mental illnesses (which would have been a MAJOR dick move), just plain old anxiety attacks and hiding from people to calm down. I proceeded to have break downs every Wednesday for 3 months while searching for somewhere to live, bc it was always a stabbing reminder that I was so unwanted.

(They planned to move in with 2 other people so it’s not even like they were only searching for a flat to fit *just* them)

I study 300 miles away from home, literally the exact opposite part of the country. Despite not having many friends growing up I was never lonely because I had a great family who would always chase it away. Maybe I was lonely a bit at school, but I could always come home and my parents chased it away. It was recurrent, but not constant.

I got a place for the new academic year. Studio flat, great location, tiny and over priced to Hell but I was in a safe area which was great because *no one was looking out for me anymore*. I didn’t have flat mates to check I was alive everyday, no one to chat to when I got home. If I got sick, I was completely on my own. My next door neighbour is lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s a working professional, and I’m a second year student. Everyone else in studio flats are mature students, masters, phD students or working people. And me. I have so little in common with these people it’s tough to start a conversation with them.

My birthday is early in the academic year, so we didn’t celebrate it until about a month after. Half of my friends didn’t even bother, no card, no presents. Okay, fine, I’m not materialistic, but acknowledgement would have been nice I suppose. This is the only time they came around my flat, and they are the cake I baked to celebrate.

But they inexplicably started to just stop interacting with me. There were 5 of us, they’d pair up in lectures and only talk between themselves between lectures and left me sat quietly trying to speak to someone, ANYONE, because hello? I haven’t got FLATMATES. I talk to NO ONE outside of this “friendship” group. They don’t seem to care much, they just keep telling me how wonderful it must be to live in a studio.

They invited me round to celebrate another friend’s birthday at their shared flat. He gets presents from everyone, including the two that left me out. Their flat looks lived in, there’s board games out while I don’t have room for any of them in mine. They’ve got bean bags everywhere it looks so damn nice. “But your kitchen is bigger than ours!” Eve tried to tell me (an absolute LIE), but they don’t roll out of bed and immediately land in the kitchen. They don’t have to chose between watching tv, eating or living the flat any time they want to dry clothes bc there’s no room. I want to cry throughout the visit, I storm off once were done. I don’t know why. I know now.

Loneliness feels like a weight on your chest. It’s a double edged sword where both edges only cut you. You desperately seek interaction but it also upsets you. I wanted to hang out at their flat because I hadn’t hung out with them in nearly a month at this point, but when I got there I realised they hung out together every. Single. Night. While I cried alone in my room. It made everything so much worse. And they laughed it off.

They stopped posting in the group chat, they talked to me even less. Never invited me out, but there’s no way I could prove *they* went out so it was pointless complaining about it. I was meant to go to a concert with one of them, I reminded her about tickets an entire month before, offered to buy hers. She cancelled 5 hours beforehand. I went alone.

It was a Toyah concert. I fought back sobs in the opening song “Good morning universe”, because it repeatedly asks “how are you today?”. I was awful. I finally had it figured out. I was lonely, isolated, and I didn’t know what to do.

Before anyone gets too sad, the story only continues for 2 weeks past this concert.

1st November, they joke about how Blake, friend number 4, practically lives at their flat, and I get angry. Why does HE get to live there? Blake has flatmates, Blake’s not alone! I should be practically living there because there’s NOTHING in my flat but silence. The internet is on the fritz and I’ve yet to figure out the tv, I don’t even have background noise except the kettle! I storm off, vow to never interact with them again.

I go out for drinks with my neighbour for her birthday. She buys me a pint of coke bc I don’t drink. I hate coke, but I drink it all and chat with her friends. It was a great night.

That weekend I bake pumpkin cake and bread for knitting society, and calm down. I overreacted a bit surely. One more chance, that’s all I’ll give them. The cake and bread doesn’t all get eaten at the society so I bring some for them on the Monday.

Tuesday night is bonfire night. I sit in my flat wishing I could go out and see them rather than just hear them, but I don’t know where to go. I have no one to go with.

Wednesday im sat in lectures beside them, and a friend not in the group but still a friend comes over to chat. One of them excitedly tells her about how they went to a display last night “look at these photos I got of (friend in group)!” I ask if they went out last night, the phone is quickly put away, they ignore me. I ask again. The friend outside of the group is confused and leaves before the lecture starts. I spend 3 hours with loneliness ripping out my lungs, because how could they? They could’ve dropped me a message to say they were going and I could meet up, but they didn’t even do that? Why?

After the lectures finished I corner one of them. The first of my friends at university. The first person on my course I befriended. “Did you go out last night?” “Yes” “without me?” Another runs up “it was last minute it wasn’t planned!” Laughs it off. So I rush off. I don’t say good bye. That was it.

I went home and cried. Told my parents what happened. Cried down the phone to them. “It’s time to cut ties with them”. I know it is. It’s still hard.

So yeah. Miserable story. But any sad story should have a happy ending, right?

Yes.

The next day I told someone what had happened. She immediately called it bullshit and invited me to join her friends. They’re really nice. I like them.

I left the old group chat. No explanation, just “I’m hanging out with X now. Laters” and I left. I wrote my frustrations and explanation in a shitty poem, called it shitty in the poem itself, but also said they didn’t deserve better. They didn’t deserve even that, so I didn’t send it. I think it was a very sexy decision of mine.

But most importantly, through the hardest points, most of my weekly socialisation every week came from the two societies im part of: my society (knitting) and the nerd society. 4 1/2 hours a week of socialising isn’t enough, surprisingly. But it got me through.

But more importantly are the people I met there. I don’t want to tell them what happened, I fear they’ll be upset that they didn’t help more, but they helped so damn much. So much more than could ever be expected from anyone. That final Wednesday, when I’d cried my heart out, 2 people texted me out of the blue and lifted my spirits so much I laughed that evening where I’d cried in the day. Stupid texts too. “Baby rabbits and kittens, cos you’re a vet right?” And “I only just got this message, I would have LOVED some pumpkin cake 🙁”. Poor lads probably weren’t expecting the wild conversations we had afterwards but friendships blossomed from it. Sorry new friend, hope you like the cheese scone recipe you definitely did NOT see coming that day.

The society meets on a Thursday, but it was to be a video watching thing more than a social thing. Loneliness was still tearing me up inside, I wanted to talk to someone damnit! But I went because I needed cheering up. I laughed so hard, I sang theme songs with others, and we all went to the pub afterwards. I’d never been before, I planned to leave at half 10 so I could shower and go to sleep in reasonable time for a 9am lab. I got chatting to the cake boy at 22:25. By the time we left the bar and he’d had his fill of chocolate rolls at my flat (I offered, he was hungry and Sainsbury’s was closed) and I was in bed, it was 00:40. Oops.

But I wasn’t lonely anymore.

Whats there to learn? I suppose don’t take advantage of your friends. If someone is living alone, check on them OFTEN. Make sure you don’t just pair up for conversations in lectures. Invite people round more.

And don’t under estimate the power of a text message. The lack of one ruined one friendship, one daft one about pumpkin cake built another.

(And I baked cookies for my new friends and we ate them in front of the old friends. Get rekt).

#long post #loneliness

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The College Society Chapter 2 Part 4

Here is the next part ! I hope you’ll like it.

Liam Tuesday December 11

Usually, Liam liked Tuesday, because their classes only started the afternoon. But today... Today started badly. It was like 9am when Nick walked into his bedroom. The dark-haired lad opened the drape and the store. Please. I slept only 12 hours... I'll die. (Maybe he wouldn't, but it was better to be prudent).

"C'mon Liam. Wake up already." commanded Nick. "I need your help."

"But it's so early." begged the lad. "In one hour please."

"Just get up, lazy man."

It took a real effort for Liam to shower and eat his breakfast. He felt exhausted. Once he was ready, he eventually joined his roommate.

"So, what do you need exactly dude ?" he asked.

"Shopping. I can't borrow your clothes anymore."

"You what ?"

"Never seen anyone as inattentive as you buddy. I'm borrowing your clothes for one month now. But I can't do that anymore."

I never noticed... Maybe I'm blind or something ? (He had always thought he had a lot of clothes waiting to be washed).

"Why can't you ?"

To be honest, he didn't bother him if Nick needed his clothes. Back in times, Nate and him used to share their clothes too. (At least until Liam did a growth spurt. Now, his bestfriend was only 173 cm or 5'8" while he was 183 cm or 6'0").

"Well, I still can take some of your T-shirt and jacket, but not yours pants. I mean even the sweatpants are uncomfortable now."

Nick gave him a dirty look, but Liam couldn't figure why. Wait. I think I got it. His friend became too large. Now that they talk about it, the chesnut boy realised Nick was bigger than he remembered. In September, he was an absolute twig but three months later...

"I know I'm not really thin." stated Nick. "And honestly, I don't really care, but I need pants. Since you were larger than me, I borrowed your 32' pants, but they are too tight now."

"Don't worry, I'm not judging dude. Let's go shopping."

They finished around noon, and decided to eat at the local mall restaurant. While they were waiting, Liam suddenly thought about Theo. That's not good. He'll lure Nick to eat him. But how could he explain the situation ? Think Liam, think... Eventually, when they started to eat, he asked :

"Are you worried to be kicked out of the team like Pete ?"

"Dude, I'm not really in the team." replied his friend. "I'm only helping Laura."

Liam never noticed that either. (Seriously, maybe he was like partially blind ? Like, he saw only half of the world ?) (Honestly, he wasn't that clumsy in highschool but... it might be a disease).

"Look, don't be too concerned." reassured Nick. "I know I have put on the pounds and I know I have a little belly, but as I said, it don't bother that much. I mean, as long as I'm not obese, this isn't a problem right ?"

"I guess."

"Of course, if Rebecca discover it, she'll tease me because she dislike fat people but..."

"Don't think that dude." cuted Liam. "You're not even fat, and if you were, it's up to you do decide if you like it or not. Rebecca don't have a word in the matter."

He overheard this in highschool. Discussion about fat people. And he didn't want to have those kind of problem here. Nick was Nick, twig or chubby or fat.

"It's the first time I see you so serious." appreciated his roommate. "Are you really Liam, or are you an alien who replaced him ?"

"So funny." laughed the chestnut lad.

(But just think. Maybe he was an alien ! It would explain why he felt so attracted by the sky !) (Just think about it).

Rebecca Friday December 14 – Saturday December 15

This evening, when she headed out of the pool after her training, the black girl glimpsed her boyfriend Emilio. (They didn't actually break up yet, but they hadn't seen each other since the party either). He was waiting for her, and once she was closer, he smiled.

"Hi beauty. I missed you this week. You didn't answered to my text."

She glared at him. Seriously ? Did he think she was stupid or what ? Rebecca let some guys pass next to them, including a blond dude who visited the swim club every night but never actually swam.

"Emilio, I'm not an idiot girl you can play with." she then declared. "Either you apologise, or you can leave."

"Oh c'mon. It was what ? A kiss or two ? I would never be mad at you if a man kissed you."

"Yeah, and I would never let another guy kiss me. Don't try my patience."

She started to feel angry. She had thought he was perfect for her. He loved running, he was tall, handsome and sweet. But he appeared to be also a complete asshole. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm.

"Rebbie, you don't want to do this." he whispered aggressively. "I'm your boyfriend."

"Not anymore." she retorted. "And let me go."

He had a stronger grip than she expected. He forced her to come closer. Let me go fucker.

"I'll scream." she warned.

"Look bitch, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want things to be clear between us. I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend. Alright ?"

His tone made her shiver.

"Otherwise, trust me I'll find you and break your bones. You would be ready for the paralympics that way."

Once alone in her flat, the black girl felt devastated. She never had been so weak in her entire life. And she was ashamed. She had dated a monster. She had slept with him. I hate myself. But what I'm supposed to do ? Tears flowed on her cheeks. Now she was traped with her own guilt and his threat. Of course, she should talk to someone but... He would know. Of course he would. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit ! She was her girlfriend, whether she like it or not.

The next morning, Rebecca didn't feel any better. She joined Bob for her training, but she honestly wasn't focused. Even worst, Emilio was there, because they were soon supposed to run for the College Championship. He watched her all the time. And then, he kissed her like if nothing happened. She had never felt so bad. I want to puke. But she just stood there, her mouth shut. The tournament began a bit later. Boys started, and he went to the track with a smile for her. I hate him. With my soul.

"Hey Rebbie. You look terrible."

She glanced at Matthew. The sophomore was smiling politely.

"I didn't sleep well." she half-lied. "The stress I guess."

"Or... Emilio came to you." he whispered at his ear. "And he threatened you."

She jumped, scared. How could he know ? What the fuck ?!

"Hey, I know he's a hunter." confessed Matthew. "Guys like him are called home-hunter."

"What are you talking about ?"

"The hunter community of course ! Girl you should watch around sometimes. As for Emilio, it's a person who needs a girlfriend, but loves to see other people aswell. His kind feel the urge to have freedom and a couple in the same time. Emilio is like that."

"But I don't want this kind of relationship !" she complained, kinda desesperate.

"I understand that, trust me. Look, just hold on a bit, I'll try to come to you next week with a plan."

Honestly, Rebecca didn't know how to react. She was wary, but also afraid of Emilio. I have a dream. I can't risk to be hurt by a psycho. And so she accepted Matthew's offer.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Sunday December 16 – Monday December 17

Carefully, with as much elegance as possible, the Dean's grandson cleaned a frame. It was his most valuable object. Way more than his ferrari. He liked it maybe as much as his own penis. But less than his name, sorry. Anyway, once he finished, he went back to his ipad. The research was apparently over. He had this little girl, Nancy Lou, who was working on the hunt for him. She was a computer expert he had met in highschool. Before her, he never expected virtual sex to be so hot. Whatever, she had found what he asked. Liam's highschool friends. The soccer guy. Nice. And this Nate Huston is probably his bestfriend. Wait. Barbara Henrion, I know this name. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey smiled. At least something he could work on.

He remembered where the hell he had heard this name. Consequently, he headed as fast as possible to the dormitory. He entered in the girls one's and went to the third floor. Damn he was so excited. The hunt was way harder than expected. Liam was a gift from above. This dreamy, weak-minded baboon was more interesting than he thought. I like it. He went in Summer's apartment without a knock and yelled :

"Hey bitchy head of the student, I need an information !"

Only then, he noticed the guy looking at him. Summer, this little pervert, was sucking his cock. She turned slowly towards Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey.

"Don't worry, you can continue." this one assured. "Summer, just tell me. Do you remind Barbara Henrion ? I'm sure you're the one who talked about her."

Those two dickheads just stopped. Dumbasses. Your lost.

"Yes, she's in the student union, as a secretary I think. Why ?"

"Tomorow, bring her to me. And by the way, nice prick man."

The Dean's grandson just left afterwards.

He spent his whole night and the next morning craving for this little meeting. He needed information about Liam in order to catch him. The hunt wasn't only about sex, but more about passionate sex. He needed the freshman to be in love with him. And that was normally the easy part, but not this time. Finally, when Summer showed him the girl, he was more than eager to speak with her.

"She's so small." he said to the head of the student. "Why didn't you offered her to me when I was searching a prey ? I'm sure my dick in her mouth would be something interesting."

"She has a boyfriend." informed the stupid cow. "I thought it would be sad to endanger their relation."

"He was more than welcome. Threesome, Foursome, whatever."

Anyway, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had a way better prey in mind right now. He left Summer and sat next to Barbara. Damn she was so tiny. Maybe what ? 150 cm (4'11") ? She was reading an Army Field Manual. That's creepy.

"I guess you're the Dean's grandson ?" she asked without even raise her eyes. "You've some questions ?"

This fucking Summer had talked too much. I don't know why I slept with her exactly ? She's just bad at everything. Even yesterday, this poor guy failed to cum because of her stupidity.

"I just need some information about a guy named Liam." he admitted. "I just... happen to meet him sometimes and I think I'm in love. Would you help me ?"

He put as much gentleness as possible to affect her.

"You're good." she said. "I almost fell for it. But in my highschool, there was this guy with a voice way more suggestive than yours. Look, I can tell you some big news. But I want something else in return, obviously. I know how college work."

Yeah, you're not reading that book for the cover. You like playin' dirty eh ? Her boyfriend must have a great time with that little cunt.

"Whisper your wish, and you'll be fulfilled." Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey gave in.

"I don't want to be the secretary of the vice-treasurer of the student union. It'll take ages to climb at the top. Make me work with Summer."

"Yeah, consider it done."

After all, the fucking bitch got the presidency thanks to him. She slept with me for this. And this Barbara was an ambitious little roach. They would be fine together.

"Now my turn." stated the blond girl. "I don't know what you see in him but to my opinion, you're mistaken. Liam is a bastard, you must know that. I hate him. Because Liam almost killed his ex-boyfriend."

To be continued

Nick is now revealing is true form ! Well, it’s what happens when you constantly eat junk food and do not exercise at all... Once your metabolism slow down... Nick has started to develop his own little gut ;) But will he stop or grow even bigger ?!

Rebecca is in a bad situation... But now she’s discovering who are the hunters.

And the main hunt continue, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey is gathering intel... But what does Barbara mean by that statement ? We’ll see that later wuw

#the college society #cs #Liam #Rebecca #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Nick is getting chubby #weight gain implied #Emilio is still an ass #Barbara is telling us big secrets #What the hell did Liam do ?!!#chapter 2 #part 4

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Playing To Lose (3) - Bucky Barnes

Well...it sure has been a while since I posted. Uni has been hectic but that’s no excuse! I hope you guys can forgive me, and enjoy this update! This one is for @whatimreadingrnatm - ask and you shall receive!

Words: 2.7k Warnings: None, AU! Summary: Bucky being Bucky, reader having none of it! And meet your new best friend!

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The office was chaotic.

This was your busiest day yet, and after 2 weeks of being in charge you knew it would only get worse from here on out. Maria was glued to the phone, taking call after call. There had been an incident on site in Moscow, a worker who had accidentally dropped $800,000 worth of glass for the windows.

It was an unfortunate accident, but there was little that could be done about it. They’d need to clean up, order more, and not let it happen again. But all of a sudden a million people were calling in to question safe working practices and the OH&S team was driving you crazy. To make matters worse, the one person you needed in this situation had decided to not show up.

James had been surprisingly helpful in the last few days, and you had to admit that while it made you awfully suspicious, it was a nice change. He’d actually arrive to work on time, get all of his work done, and even offer to help out if he noticed that you were especially busy on a particular day.

You should have known it wouldn’t last.

“Where the hell is Barnes?!”

Everyone bustling about the office seemed to come to a halt, and Maria’s eyes widened a fraction when she noted just how angry you were. It was a rare sight, it took a lot to get you this angry usually. But after raising your expectations, and showing you the he really was capable -that he wasn’t a lost cause where running the company was concerned- James crushed whatever hope you had for him. Maybe that’s why it made you so angry…you knew he could do better, so why couldn’t he just try?

“He-He hasn’t come in yet, ma’am.”

The whole room seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see how you’d respond. It was already 1pm, and Bucky was supposed to start at 9am. Despite the reading you had done, you had no real experience with the company prior to your appointment 2 weeks ago. The most suited person to help you in this situation was god only knows where, and you were not happy about that fact. How did he expect you to take him seriously if he couldn’t even come to work on time?

Had it not been for Loki, you would have torn someone’s head off hours ago. The man had a way with words and you were impressed by how easily he dealt with all the questions and concerns thrown the company’s way. Not for the first time did you inwardly delight in having hired him.

“Maria? You’re in charge, I’m heading out. I’ll be back in 20.”

“What do you mean, you can’t make it? You promised!”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as your driver pulled up at a red light. “I know, I know I did and I’m really sorry about this. You know I wouldn’t cancel if it wasn’t important.”

Wanda’s shoulders slumped in defeat, not that you could see them on the other end of the phone. The fact of the matter was, that your plans to go out for drinks for the first time since your return to New York, had been trampled the moment you stepped foot into work that morning.

“You know, my brother was looking forward to seeing you…”

You chuckled half-heartedly at her attempt to persuade you, but you knew that work took first priority. Pietro was your ex, someone you still remained friends with, despite the worldwide belief that exes couldn’t do such a thing. Was there casual sex in the deal? Well, sure…but that didn’t mean it was anything more or less than friendship between you.

“Yeah, well…he can see me next weekend instead.” You paused for a moment, your small smile dropping. “I really am sorry, Wanda. I know how long we’ve been planning this, but James didn’t bother showing up this morning so I gotta go drag his ass out of bed.”

“James? The Barnes guy?”

“The Barnes guy.” You confirmed with a nod.

Wanda snorted on the other side of the phone. “Why do you have to drag him out of bed?”

“Because he’s an asshole.” You automatically shot back, but felt a little guilty - he wasn’t that bad, you just weren’t in the mood for him today.

“No, it’s just…he’s irresponsible. He doesn’t show up to work on time, and when things go wrong he’s nowhere to be found.” You shook your head in exasperation. “I just don’t get why someone who wants to be in charge so bad, acts like he couldn’t care less about the company.”

Wanda hummed in thought. “The kids in my class sometimes act out when they want attention, or when things aren’t going their way…”

You scoffed, but allowed an amused smile to settle on your lips. “Okay, he’s not that much of a man-child.”

“You’d be surprised at how much men and children have in common.” You both laughed at that.

“Yeah, you might be onto something.” You watched the streets go by, and knew you were nearing your destination. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll talk to him about it and figure all of this out.”

“That’s a good idea, who knows? You might even become friends.”

You rolled your eyes at her optimism. “Yeah, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we can braid each other’s hair and talk about boys!”

Wanda laughed. “You’re in a bad mood today.”

You sighed. “I know. I might leave that chat for tomorrow, or I’ll tear his head off.”

The car came to a slow halt and you knew your time was up. “Hey listen, I gotta go, but I’ll call you later.”

With a final farewell, Wanda finished up her lunch break, and you braced yourself for your journey into the unknown. You didn’t know what to expect when you entered James Barnes’ man-cave, but you knew it couldn’t be good.

Bucky woke up with a loud gasp, eyes wide as they darted around his surroundings frantically. He hadn’t even noticed his latest conquest screeching beside him when his pale gaze found the unimpressed glower of his boss. It took him a moment to realise what had happened. The empty vase you were placing on his bedside table, the cold water soaking through his sheets and all over him and the blonde beside him-Cassie? Casey? Carey?

“What the hell?!”

 Whatever her name was, she was making a racket. Bucky groaned at the shrill sound of her voice. He was certain she hadn’t sounded like that the previous night, or maybe he just hadn’t really cared enough at the time to notice.

You weren’t fazed in the slightest. You couldn’t care less that James and his latest floozie were butt-naked underneath that thin sheet, and you definitely couldn’t care less that said floozie was losing her damn mind about a little water. Why? Because you weren’t George, you weren’t going to baby the man-child that was James Buchanan Barnes like his father did, and you definitely weren’t going to let him get away with insubordination just because of his last name. Your anger came rushing back as soon as you stepped foot inside his penthouse.

He was late, no, he was beyond late. People were depending on him to get his work done, and now they were a day behind schedule already, just because he thought he could get away with doing whatever he wanted. Well, he was in for one hell of a surprise if he thought that was the case.

“You know, it’s funny. I walked into work today with high hopes for you, thinking it’d all be smooth sailing, that you’d actually live up to the expectation tied to your name…but here we are.”

The blonde’s jaw dropped open in outrage on Bucky’s behalf.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you a-”

“Y/N Stark. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but after the first three, I really couldn’t care less about meeting another name on the long list of conquests that James here has.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched in a mix of embarrassment and even pity for the woman beside him, but his head was still pounding from both his hangover and the shrill screams he had woken up to. He would have kicked her out eventually, but he wouldn’t have been that harsh about it. She had tried to defend him after all, but you were out for blood and he had no doubt that he was next on your hit list as soon as Carey (?) left.

She looked at him, checking to see if he would come to her defence as she had for him. She scoffed when he remained silent, eyes slipping shut as his head thunked back on the headboard.

Your glare remained on James, pointedly ignoring the blonde who had angrily thrown the sheets off of herself and snatched her clothes up before storming out of the bedroom.

“You know, that was awfully rude, doll.” He spoke up for the first time, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

You didn’t reply, but he let his eyes ease open when he heard footsteps approaching. You sat on the edge of his bed, and he cocked a curious brow. He almost smirked when he saw the gentle expression on your face, a dozen flirty comments running through his head as he thought that maybe, just maybe he would get away with it this one time.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

His pulse raced at the almost breathy tone your words had adopted, and he almost jumped out of his skin the moment a soft hand came to rest on his forearm. Bucky’s eyes dropped down to your lower lip -the same one you were biting gently- and was it just him, or were you getting closer?

Your fingers lightly drummed against his arm as you leaned closer to him. He was tense with anticipation, it wasn’t too obvious, but his eyes gave him away. Pupils dilated and flickering between the fingers on his forearms and the buttons of the tight shirt straining against your chest. He was lucky that your eyes were on his own and not lower, while he didn’t mind you seeing the effect you had on him in the moment, it would probably come back to bite him later.

“Sometimes I just can’t control myself…”

Fuck.

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath, but he didn’t care what he sounded like as long as your fingers continued gliding up and down his arm. You hummed with a knowing smile, leaning closer.

“And seeing as this is the only way you’ll actually pay attention to what I’m saying, listen and listen well, sweetheart.” Your soft tone remained, but god, you weren’t wrong. He’d give you his undivided attention if it meant hearing that voice. Damn, that voice was something he would be replaying in his head over and over again, he was sure of it.

“The next time you decide that your wants are more important than your company’s needs, don’t bother coming in at all.” Your breath ghosted over is lips teasingly, and it took every ounce of restraint in his body to not take what he wanted right then and there.

“I’ll take it as an immediate resignation.” You pulled away suddenly, your previously seductive expression melting away into the usual indifference, and cold air replacing the warmth of your hand.

And just like that, the spell was broken and Bucky’s brows furrowed as he blinked rapidly out of his stupor.

“Now get your ass out of bed. You owe me five extra hours of work today so get ready for a late night, Barnes.”

Bucky watched your hips as you sashayed out of his bedroom, groaning audibly the moment he noticed his new problem. Even another vase full of water wouldn’t be enough, this time he needed a cold shower for sure.

You weren’t kidding when you had told him he’d be in for a late night. It was already 10pm and Bucky could feel his eyes drooping as they tried to focus on the computer screen in front of him. Usually he was at the bar by this time, well into his third round of drinks, but he couldn’t even think about anything but sleep after the day he’d had.

On the bright side, he’d managed to fix things up over in Moscow. He wouldn’t admit it, but Loki had done a good job of keeping OH&S happy, so it gave him time to focus on everything else.

Dragging a hand over his weary face, Bucky realised just how quiet the building was. Everyone had long since left to go home, well…everyone except for you. He had to give it to you, you really didn’t half-ass your job. You’d spent the whole day taking calls and fixing a mess that had occurred halfway across the world. But he also noticed that it had gone eerily silent in the whole building, including your office.

Bucky’s brows furrowed and he pushed himself up and out of his seat. Straightening his suit, he quietly made his way to your door. It was open enough to let him poke his head in. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but paused as soon as he saw the scene before him.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was dead tired. Bucky’s eyes softened when he saw your sleeping form slouched over your desk. It looked incredibly uncomfortable, and he took a moment to really look at you. The conflicting feelings he had where you were involved often made him forget that you were only human at the end of the day. But seeing you as you were now, reminded him that you were just a woman doing the best you could do. You weren’t immune to the pressure and you weren’t a machine.

Bucky slowly made his way over to your desk, gently giving your shoulder a shake. You stirred in your sleep, face scrunching up in irritation. He was wary, knowing how angry you had been with him earlier in the day. It wasn’t his intention to be so late to work, but your temper had ensured that he stayed well away for the rest of the day.

“Y/N?”

He felt a small smile settle on his face when you frowned sleepily and turned your head away from him.

“Mmm…no.”

Bucky sighed. Even when you were half asleep you were still in charge apparently.

“Y/N…come on, you need to go home and get some sleep.” He quietly pleaded.

“Nnngghh…no.” You groaned, barely hearing a word he said.

Bucky’s jaw clenched the way it always did when he was determined, not that you could see it anyway.

He was almost certain you had fallen back asleep, the lack of protest when he gently scooped you out of your office chair told him as much. Bucky swallowed dryly when your face burrowed into the crook of his neck but he tried to ignore the sensation.

Leaving the office with a woman in his arms would send the paparazzi into a frenzy - and he knew you wouldn’t appreciate all the crap they’d post in their articles if you were identified. So the couch would have to do.

After easing you onto the couch, he gently slid off your heels, smiling at the way you curled up to get comfy.

Bucky sighed.

It was moments like these that made the guilt hit him full force. She’s a good person, she doesn’t deserve…no. No, he couldn’t let a pretty face sway his resolve. You may have been a good person but you weren’t good for the company. You rejected his ideas and you were hiring people like Loki Odinson. It didn’t matter how hard you worked if all your time was invested in making the wrong decisions.

It’s for the best.

He needed to believe it. He needed to remember that you were a rival, a rival he didn’t want to have, but a rival nonetheless.

That didn’t stop him from shrugging out of his blazer and gently laying it over your sleeping form before he left. Nor did it stop the small smile spreading across his face when you clutched the expensive material tighter.

#bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic

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The Namibia/Panama Crossings Part Two: The Desert, Day 1.

DAY 1: Namibgrens to the Erongo region - 28.5 miles (AKA ‘The Naivety of the British Runner EXPOSED’)

I love 5.30 am starts, which is lucky because that’s basically the deal for the next week. Yes reader, 5.30am is a time. A real time. That people get up.

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Kit on and bags packed, and it’s off for breakfast for musli and yoghurt and then straight into the car for me and Darren. Jim and Danni get on their bikes for the first leg of the bike ride. They are starting 100km behind us. We will drive 100km to the edge of the desert and start the run there. We won’t see Jim, Pete and Danni for 2 days now. It’s emotional, but we deal with it. If they want to cheat it’s up to them. They have to live with that decision. And boy, does Jim live with it…. (TBC)

After an hour in the car we get to the edge of the Namib-Naukluft Park and the giant NO ENTRY sign. There’s a gate, but one of the team has left the key to the padlock at the office 200km away in Walvis Bay. So we do what we always do, and knock the fence down. We put it up again. It’s all good. The government said we could do it. What are the laws on guns here again?

Seems legit.....

Darren and I have had a brief discussion about running together. It’s hard when you don't know someone that well - or when you do, and know that they are faster than you (which is what I know about Darren). I say 10 min miles are my jam, which they are for these longer back to backs and Darren agrees he can deal with that. I am talking about 10 min miles in the UK on trails in about 12 degrees. Our 10 min mile plan lasts just that. About 10 mins to a mile.

We start running on a gravel path - it’s pretty runable, soft in places, and it’s a cool morning - cloudy and not too hot - so we manage about 6 miles in about an hour - a pretty good pace. With one support vehicle in front of us and one behind, we have access to our kit and fresh water and food pretty much all the time. It’s great! I am still running with a small pack and a bladder - I am obsessed with running out of water.

First part of the day looks do-able....

We trot on through the never ending gravel plains and then, suddenly from nowhere there is a big group of animals running as a pack. They look like ponies BUT THEY ARE ZEBRAS! Wondrous mountain zebras, stampeding along and crossing in front of us. A literal Zebra crossing. Amazing. There are some big cats in the area, so we keep and eye out to see if it’s a chase, but don’t spot anything. Seeing these animal up close like that, just doing what they do is astonishing and we don't take it for granted.

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Zebra Crossing!!!!!

Also out on the plains that morning were Oryx’s - great big deer type creature with huge spiked horns and long fluffy tails. They’re very shy and they can run FAST. We also see a couple of little sidewinder snakes and some fun new crickets we’d not seen before. Our “taking photos of everything” habit is slowing our pace, so we try to crack on.

Snake holes.....

New Pal......

We keep running, with more walk breaks now. It’s getting hotter - it’s becoming obvious that we can’t keep up a flat 10 min mile pace for the whole day. The clouds clear and the sun comes out with a vengance. It’s 9am and boiling.

Our first hill appeared in front of us, a long, slow rising dune made of red sand. There’s a burnt car - the remains of a poachers vehicle left in the sand; a reminder not to break the rules. An eerie sight in a beautiful landscape. At the top of the hill we get our first view of the red dunes. And what fun they were. Soft and fluffy - these are the small guys - we power up them and speed down them.

Views..... (get used to this....)

As we cross, we also get our first high view of the desert sprawling in front of us. It was magical and terrifying. At the top of the hill, under a tree lay the remains of a Springbok, bleached white by the sun. Possibly left in the tree by the triumphant cat that caught it, with the carcass dropping as various animals made the most of a good meal. It was a very real reminder of what happens when you are left alone out here.

That’s what dehydration can do to ya.....

Danny and David realised the ‘road’ they had plotted was now no longer passable, as the dunes had moved and were too soft to drive on. This was highly amusing for myself and Darren, who got to watch them attempt to get the cars up the new mega deep, fresh dunes. Those guys are some of the best drivers I have ever seen. What they do with those cars is MENTAL and they never (well barely ever) get it wrong. The tracks from the support trucks lead the way for us to run - but running IN the tracks of the cars is difficult - they make the sand soft and moveable. The tracks serve only to show us the way-ish - we can run alongside them or cut across plains. As long as we have the trucks in sight it’s cool. And losing them actually freaks you out a bit.

We decide to run off road and do an explore - trotting over dunes in the general direction that Danny and David pointed us in while they sorted truckgate. This meant negotiating spiky bushes, snake holes. lizard guys, big cat prints and dunes, not necessarily in that order, in rising heat. We kept on pushing and pace was good for the terrain. Darren though he saw some ostriches but it because clear these were actually a steel posts. Heat brain was setting in.

Spot the car.....

Lunch was served at about 14 miles, in a small makeshift tent that Danny, David and Johnny had erected on the path for us - cold water down the back and on the head, bread, meat, cheese and GERKINS YES GERKINS were on the menu. I took a second to take in what was actually happening here. A picnic in hell or heaven? I dunno. It was one of the best lunch spots I’ve ever stopped at though…..

Lunch - doesn’t look that hot. Was fucking boiling.

After the refuel, we set off again. It was getting really tough now, with heat peaking in the late 30’s between 1 and 3pm and zero wind. It was also getting sandier, which sounds stupid when you consider where we are but it WAS getting sandier! Elevation was also on the up. It’s easy to decide try and give everything to the run in these conditions, but I was constantly reminding myself that we had another 3 days of this and we had to respect the distance. Oh yeah, then we had a good 250-300km to do in Panama. We ran and marched through another 15 miles of beautiful but essentially non-descript hill dunes. We ran past a small dune filled with big holes, and out popped a desert jackal (possibly one of the cutest things on earth) He should have been asleep really, and he couldn’t believe his bulgy eyes. I imagined him running back down into the maze of tunnels to tell the other jackals what he’d seen outside and them saying “go back to sleep Dave, you’re drunk”.

Hello little pal!

Eventually we saw the trucks had stopped at the top of a huge dune - we were 28 miles in to what was supposed to be a 30 mile day and we were all knackered. Doing that distance is one thing, doing it in sand and heat, without a rest day after 24 hours travel is another. We decided as a team to add on the extra couple of miles to tomorrow and try an get out heads down for the night. At the top of the dune, we downed tools and took in the the view of the valley below. Zebras and oryx’s were grazing as the sun set. It was Lion King beautiful.

I’ve camped in worse spots.....

Tent life.....

Our crew set up camp as we dealt with the important issue of re-hydration with a beer, a sit down and foot check. The make-do camp shower looked out across the plains. The toilet took in some of the most beautiful views on earth. We were so lucky to be there.

That night as we settled down for a bolognese dinner, an huge owl flew over camp and drew our attention to something larger sloping down the hill. To the amazement of Danny (who has been working in the desert for over 25 years) it was the extraordinarily rare brown mountain hyena. He was trotting down the dune towards camp. We could just about make out his distinctive shape and he was obviously curious about the smells and sounds. He had probably never seen human beings before. It was mesmerising. In his 25 years Danny has only ever seen 4-5 of these creatures and we get him on the first night. I swore it was because I was a dog person, and hyena guy could tell.

After dinner we sit round camp and chat and then it’s bed. First day done, feet looking good and bellies full. Onwards to day 2.

TBC

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In Your Area

who?: Yuehua’s / Idol Producer’s Zhu Zhengting genre: 🌸 type: bullet point - I’m sorry I promise scenarios soon

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neighbours! AU

• you aren’t quite sure what to make of your new neighbour but hey, he’s nice and pretty cute

Zhengting is so boyfriend material no one understands how I feel :”) I thought Justin was immortalised as my YH baby but Zhengting popped off ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ Thanks for requesting fluff anon!! I really needed it

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ZT’s diary: (/^▽^)/ moving day

what. the. hell. is. happening.

the dream that played out like a perfect movie scene in your head was VERY rudely interrupted and ruined by the ‘clings’ and ‘clongs’ scarring your ears

wrapping your stuffed pillow around your ears weren’t providing much help either

‘you’ve got to be joking...’

you groaned, realising there was, in fact, a new neighbour moving into that empty apartment next door

eyes closed, paradise fought to overpower your current reality

it was drifting in the distance, just out of reach, beckoning you to immerse yourself in the paradigm once again

but a loud crash resounded through the atmosphere and shattered whatever serenity there was

muttering complaints under your breath, you peeled your eyes open and slowly clambered out of bed

sickening...who moves in at this unholy hour

it was 9am

I found out that sleeping until 9am isn’t a hard task I thought it to be

do these people have a conscience? are they not aware that weekends are time for people to sleep in?

while complaints and rants ran through your mind, your cousin and flatmate, Wenjun, threw the door open and barged into the room

‘WAKE UP!’

his face displayed an enthusiastic puppy-like smile. ‘WE HAVE NEW NEIGHBOURS!’

great

‘wonderful, I can tell. Now, go give them some gifts and greet them,’ you tell Wenjun before flipping over and pulling your blanket over your head

‘NO! You come with me! Aren’t you supposed to be the older cousin?’ he complains. ‘It’s rude if I go alone.’

saying hi isn’t exactly the first thing I want to do

you sigh. ‘Okay, okay but later. We should give them some time to settle in. Besides, we need time to get a proper gift.’

I just really need a couple more hours of sleep why can’t you get any hints Wenjun :((((

huh maybe this is why you’re still single even though all of the college kids are in love with you

I follow the confessions page on ig, you don’t even know

oblivious, really

‘just go get something appropriate from the mall nearby.’ you shove Wenjun, eyes still shut and head still resting on your pillow

‘we have to choose it together so it’s more meaningful,’ he says. ‘sleep can wait.’

this child knows nothing about junior year in college

lucky sophomore

sunlight begins to gently flitter in from the curtains, you almost enjoy the warm sensation as it lulls you back to sleep

that is before Wenjun decides to be a little pest and yanks the material apart, bathing your room in ample sunlight

it tickles your face and burns into your eyes, effectively driving you out of bed

‘OKAY! Just let me get ready first,’ you huff grumpily. ‘Wait till your mother hears about this.’

Wenjun just sticks his tongue out and prances off

brat

hastily and half asleep, you pull on a random college camp shirt and walk out in your sleeping shorts

‘get me my sunglasses like qinfen’s and car keys,’ you order Wenjun since it is HIS fault for making me arise so early

I can’t let Mrs Lau on the 8th floor see me like this...geez that nosy auntie

she’ll tell this whole block for sure

I know she secretly tracks our movement to arrive at the lift and the exact time when the gossip is fresh

she really has too much time on her hands being the newest third wife of her current sugar daddy of a husband

I hope our new neighbours aren’t like her...I also pray they know what they’re getting themselves into by moving into this condominium

if we get just ONE more snobby, rich, gossip digger neighbour, I’ll gladly pay for that 11.2 million mansion Wenjun was looking at

there’s no denying the estate you and your cousin resided in was a rich one, flourishing with the younger generation of old-money families

it didn’t help that prestigious universities were planted nearby

okay fine, you and Wenjun lived big because of your family

but y’all weren’t stuck up, gossipy or as gold-digging, as the majority of the neighbours you had encountered

the new ones next door better not be any of the above

click click click

Wenjen pops his head over your shoulder to stare at your phone. ‘Why are you searching up that mansion? Are we moving house?’

your eyes swivel to check if anyone was lurking in the corridor before whispering in a hushed tone, ‘No but we will be if our new neighbours are anything like the existing ones.’

Wenjun sighs and shakes his head dramatically but his lips quirk up playfully

‘I’m sure they aren’t that terrible. C’mon, let me get my new Gucci sneakers.’

remind me why my kid cousin wants to wear his 2K shoes to the mall smh

no one is going to see them

besides, isn’t Gucci a little overexposed nowadays?

yes, I went to the local Gucci store to check it was like 1.9K? but round it up

pushing the gate open, you manoeuvre your way around the piles of cardboard boxes

simple cardboard boxes

nothing at all like the usual sleek black boxes embellished with the family name in silver calligraphy font

all of which ended up in the trash bin afterwards

dumb

flip flop flip flop

‘...could you at least get a new pair of...marketing slippers?’ Wenjun pointed out, blinking in horror at your worn out slippers, the left side’s sole was loose and threatening to fall

‘oh stuff it rich kid. These were from Rubi and there was a sale!’

that led to a family bicker over slippers right outside your front door

the two of you were so engrossed that you didn’t hear the pairs of footsteps drawing closer

‘um hi?’

you froze

Wenjun had a faster reaction time. He beamed brightly and cleared his throat. ‘Hi! Welcome to the neighbourhood! Have you guys eaten yet?’

吃饭了吗？

your eyes scanned over the two boys who would now occupy the last flat at the end of the corridor

they both had dyed hair just in differing colours, one blonde and the other jet black

both were tall

one seemed older and more athletic than the other

‘I’m Bi Wenjun and this,’ Wenjun paused to shove you the in ribs. ‘Is my cousin, Y/N.’

the boy with the blonde hair spoke first, smiling to reveal pearly whites. ‘I’m Zhu Zhengting and he’s my brother, Justin.’

not related but YH are so close they’re all fam

OH SHIT

AM I SERIOUSLY GREETING TWO HOT NEIGHBOURS IN MY PYJAMAS AND FLIP FLOPS

WITH MY HAIR LOOKING LIKE A FRICKIN BIRD’S NEST

at least there are Coach sunglasses perched on my head,,,not so bad not so bad

Wenjun had already started making small talk. Just smile and wave!

THIS IS SO HUMILIATING

I’M NEVER WEARING THIS SHIRT AGAIN

i need new shorts and slippers pronto!

• UGH

‘oh! China School of Fine Arts! I go to the same college,’ Zhengting suddenly spoke up.

at which Justin rolled his eyes at. ‘Pfp, not for a term. Don’t worry if you don’t recognise him, he never actually attends classes.’

Zhengting blushed and elbowed Justin away

hm cute

‘oh cool,’ your tone was clipped and you feigned disinterest, trying to get your burning face to cool off. ‘I suppose I’ll see you around.’

m o v e you tried to send a telepathic message to Wenjun

I CAN’T STAND ANOTHER SECOND BEING IN ZHENGTING’S PRESENCE WHEN I LOOK LIKE SHIT

times Wenjun has been oblivious today: 2

the wait seemed excruciating and when Wenjun finally bid them goodbye, you took of in the direction of the lift with a carelessly wave

it was good that your neighbours were people around your age

just so happened that Zhengting was incredibly good looking and currently the only dateable candidate available

IF YOU CHANGED YOUR OUTFIT, THINGS WOULD HAVE TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER

all drive long, Wenjun kept teasing you about your appearance or gushing about how well he and Justin got along

he insisted on gifting them the most expensive hamper from Tangs

you didn’t see a need for two young adults to have bone strengthening essences meant for elderly

but they were complementary in the particular hamper so...

supermarket was particularly quiet that morning

and it seemed to be offering an alarming amount of samples and candy promotions

candy was more suitable for a high schooler and college student but you weren’t up to argue with Wenjun

he seemed too whipped for Zhengting and Justin

‘I need ice cream to get over this,’ you moaned. ‘There’s no way I can ever look our neighbours in the eye again!’

call me overdramatic but you would have done the same

I haven’t even had breakfast yet

stupid Wenjun

I think it’s low blood sugar that’s causing me to be like this

‘sweetie, it’s 10.30am in the morning and you are on a strict diet. Remember that detox tea you ordered a week ago?’ Wenjun reminded, shovelling free samples of chocolate chip cookies into his mouth

why does my kid cousin always have a point...but my day was absolutely terrible!

‘whatever, f*ck it. I’ll just pass those to Cheng Cheng.’ It was your turn to sample those cookies

don’t you just love supermarkets?

you didn’t think the back seat of your car would be stocked with boxes of biscuits

morning supermarket runs are interesting in the Bi household

luckily, there were no snooping neighbours in the lift lobby to witness the Bi cousins haul about a dozen plastic bags filled with questionable groceries

such as croutons without a leaf of a lettuce

lift buttons were nearly hidden from view by white plastic

bring your own bags to shop!

there were no longer any boxes lining the corridors when you guys arrived home

thank god

imagine going all American Ninja Warrior with arms full of grocery bags

there was a lot of packing going on in the kitchen

and ripping open almost all of the cookie boxes by the time y’all were done

Wenjun went over to lend a helping hand while you hibernated in your room, reflecting over your outfit choice and eat more

it was just sheet embarrassment that plagued your mind and influenced your actions

might as well be all comfortable and sappy around them because they’ve seen me in my pyjamas

AND ZHENGTING IS PROBABLY MY BATCHMATE

i hope he doesn’t follow the school’s confession page

those thoughts made you crunch down on the biscuit with unnecessary strength

ding dong

the melodious - rather generic - chime of your doorbell broke your train of miserable thoughts

‘hamper delivery!’

as you were still clad in your wonderful get up, you opened the door wide enough for only your head to be seen

‘send it next door,’ you hissed quietly. ‘Say it’s from your new neighbours with love. Thanks!’

oh my god

WITH LOVE?

HEY ZHENGTING AND JUSTIN I LOVE YOU

WENJUN IS GOING TO LAUGH HIS HEAD OFF LIKE A DAMN HYENA

you slammed the door faster than the delivery man’s reply and raced to your bedroom

‘i’m ruined.’

*cue dramatic Disney princess sob fest on bed*

a few heart-pounding minutes passed, you strained your ears for any sign of reaction

unfortunately, people paid for soundproofed walls around here

yet, there seemed to be a sound coming from outside

out of curiosity, you peeled away your balcony door to take a look

lo and behold

Zhengting was standing on the balcony, tossing small pebbles onto yours

visual reference: Songyi and Minjoon’s apartment balconies from Kdrama ‘My Love From The Star’

is...he really wasting the decorative pebbles...

SHIT I’M STILL IN THE SAME OUTFIT NO NO NO

battling a blush of complete mortification, you gestured for him to say something

‘Thanks for the hamper!’ Zhengting yelled with a bright smile. ‘We appreciate it!’

on impulse, your lips stretched into a grin. ‘No problem! Welcome to the neighbourhood!’

he looked at the small trench of bamboo and pebbles separating the two balconies and then back at you

please please please stop judging my outfit

‘hopefully, we’ll see each other a lot.’

HUH?

he shot one last smile, maybe a soft chuckle before stepping back into his room

his words confused you

maybe he meant to spite your outfit choice

or maybe he genuinely felt like seeing you more often

that’s because he’s new and probably needs someone to show him around the estate and would rather have a friendly next-door neighbour do it than the security guard

get your head out of your ass he doesn’t mean it like that

hmm...

ZT’s diary: one 1/2 months of living with Justin╰( ･ ᗜ ･ )╯

over the course of a month, you learnt that Zhengting and Justin were very inconsiderate neighbours

there was always some loud music playing from their flat at every time of the day

fortunately for them, you and Wenjun were the only neighbours on the right side of the 12th floor and you didn’t really care much to complain

the resident care committee was rather useless anyway

regardless, their music still annoyed and distracted you to an extent

according to Wenjun their apartment was larger and thus, they had extra rooms to build a dance studio in

that was how you found out Zheng Ting was a dance major in CSFA

he just had to be under Professor Zhou or Professor Cheng

Cheng xiao’s real name is so cute omg

at least he was in a different major

you wondered if he knew Professor Wang

Professor Wang knew everybody and Zhengting looked like a popular kind of guy

+ the guy who actually liked his major

while it was touching to see how hard he worked, you wished ‘I am the sheep’ wasn’t stuck in your head while you were studying for a quiz

the clock read 2am, that was the time you finally snapped

popping panadol pills wasn’t going to take a headache away

the soundproofing here sucks! it only works whenever it wants to

shockingly, Wenjun was tucked away in his dreamland, wrapped up in a cocoon of his blankets and oblivious to the world that surrounded him

you grabbed your phone and stormed to your neighbour’s apartment, pounding furiously on the front door

it took a while but the music stopped playing and a few clicks of locks could be heard

‘hi,’Zheng Ting panted out, wiping the sweat that was beading on his forehead. ‘It’s about the noise level isn’t it?’

suddenly, the want to yell at him was gone

he! was! just! too! knowing!

it made you feel a bit ashamed

not to mention that his white shirt was slowly becoming see-through

you clasped your hands together, grinning.

‘No! Not at all! I-I j-just wanted to find out the song you’re dancing to.’

lie lie lie?

Zhengting seemed to ponder about that for a moment before beckoning you to enter his apartment

not shady at all

let’s go

be sure to take off your flip flops before entering houses

each room was slightly larger than the ones in your home

surprisingly, the house was kept neat and tidy, minus the odd one or two boxes that had yet to be unpacked

‘where’s Justin?’

the lack of the younger boy’s presence in the flat noticeable

Zhengting revealed that Justin was away for a week visiting his family

no wonder Wenjun seemed a bit sulkier

Zhengting pushed open the door to his cosy little dance studio

honestly, it was spacious enough to have a group of dancers practice

very well lit by the fluorescent spotlights and outfitted with a panel of mirrors

there was even a ballet bar on the other side

and Zhengting had hidden this treasure how?

his personal studio was comparable to the ones at school

suddenly, you came face to face with an iPad, an iTunes tab open

‘these are all the songs I’ve been choreographing to recently, and uh...loudly as well,’ Zhengting said, handing you the device

all of his fancy music equipment was organised in a small shelf

cut

he’s so damn invested into his dancing career

‘why are you working so hard for?’ you wondered out loud

even during finals, Professor Wang never gave your class so many assignments to work on

this is so inaccurate ^ btw, don’t take my word for anything

Zhengting nibbled on his bottom lip and nervously readjusted his headband. Pink flushed his cheeks as he took a step closer to you

with his lips so close to your face, you could feel the ba-bumps of your heart quickening

if I tell you, will you promise not to reveal it to anyone else?’

so secretive

you nodded, eager to find out what Zhengting was hiding

‘all these are for the school’s dance showcase. this year is more exclusive and getting a seat in the audience is invite-only,’ he disclosed. ‘Scouts from all the prestigious academies are coming to take a look.’

a small gasp of astonishment left your mouth, hands flying into a congratulatory clap

*iPad falls from your grip and your reflexes aren’t quick enough*

forget the iPad

rip screen

ZT has a million more in some boxes anyway

showcases were a MAJOR event for CSFA students, this had to be out of the world spectacular!

discovery: praise only caused your neighbour to turn redder than a tomato

‘will I receive an invitation any time soon?’ you teased, gently nudging his side with your elbow

please say I didn’t smash his iPad screen

hey, I placed it on the floor G E N T L Y

a mischievous glint twinkled in Zhengting’s brown orbs

you guys KNOW that look

he let out a huff and pretended to be in deep thought, weighing out the pros and cons

arms akimbo, you willed for him to stop teasing and provide an answer

he genuinely has no idea if Professor Zhou will grant him so many passes, stop being so pushy😫😔

Zhengting clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth triumphantly, finally able to decide on his answer

‘okay, IF you help me fine tune my choreography a bit more, I’ll beg Professor Cheng to save you a seat,’he offered

SCORE!

‘sure, of course! I am a composer and rap study though,’ you quipped in reply, hoping he would still go through with the proposal

ZT shrugged nonchalantly, ‘the more diverse an opinion the better. And please, you’re all Prof Jin and Prof Jackson brag about to our classes.’

now was your turn to blush and deny his claims

who cared if his iPad was broken

at least his heart wasn’t

ZT’s diary: month two of living with Justin＼(・ω・)/

commotion

yet again

and it was early in the morning

history does repeat itself

thank goodness it wasn’t the sacred hour of 9am but 11am

still early on in the new day

however, havoc seemed to be wrecking your neighbours flat

• one moment, the sharp charring of a vacuum cleaner could be heard and the next, shattering items or dropping of boxes boomed through the flat

basically, just huge chaos

not wanting to seem too nosy, you kept yourself from going over

however, the level of pandemonium was getting so out of hand that Wenjun put down his gaming control and asked if he should check it out

what could be so wrong on a Saturday morning?

you opened your mouth to answer but was abruptly cut off by two urgent knocks on the front door

the door creaked open to reveal a panicky, oddly-dressed Zhengting holding onto handles of pet crates

‘hi,’ you quickly greeted, unable to stand the awkward silence. ‘Is everything alright?’

‘just peachy,’ he replied, tongue slipping over his chapped lips

ZZT WITH CHAPPED LIPS ???

WHAT WAS UP WITH HIS CLOTHING CHOICE TODAY?

my most fashionable neighbour is clad in a shirt that cost more than my life from some new streetwear brand and lounge pants - probably from the market - with yellow butterflies on them

what a fit, a fashion statement

such fittingly random sense of style today

something obviously wasn’t right

yes, I’m referring to his pyjamas featured on idol xinfan

YH sprouts rlly wear questionable clothes to sleep no offence

...at least they don’t sleep nude right?

like that’s living life on the edge imagine getting your period while sleeping that’ll be awful

anyway

turning your gaze on the pet carriers, you spot a pretty white kitten and a caramel coloured puppy

in separate carriers

‘I’ll explain later but um our parents are coming for a surprise visit and they don’t know about my babies yet so could you please look after them for an hour or so?’Zhengting begs, desperation creeping into his voice

an ear-splitting crash echoes from their apartment before Justin yells, ‘ge! I can’t get the cat fur off our clothes!’

this is an emergency!!!

you take the pets from his hands gleefully and throw out your lint roller in exchange

‘try this!’

in no way am I advertising lint rollers I don’t even think I have one

Zhengting shoots you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and hurriedly dashes over to Justin

Wenjun joins in a few moments later, leaving you alone to bond with your neighbours’ pets

a puppy and a kitten? sign me the f*ck up

sorry, couldn’t find if he was more a dog or cat person so you get the best of both worlds

the snow white kitten cautiously pads onto your ottoman while the more adventurous puppy bounces happily onto your bed

I think your heart just melted into a puddle of goo

just imagine Zhengting playing with these two cuties

ba bump, ba bump, babump, babumpbabump

since you’re worried the young animals might pee on your bed, you take them out to the balcony to play

an animal approved balcony

they mess with a collection of small potted

after which, grow tired and begin snuggling up to you for comfort

without caring you’re attempting conversation with pets - that are not even yours, you pose shy of a billion questions

like ‘is ZT treating you well?’, ‘does he look better with his hair up or down?’,‘isn’t he so cute?’

‘Zhengting’s so attractive,’ you muse wistfully not realising the man standing on the neighbouring balcony

ZT chuckles, feeling red tint his cheeks

he only emerged from his room to inhale a breath of fresh air before the intense grilling by his parents could pepper him

yet he felt his heart grow warmer than ever, prior to your heartfelt confession

*intermission*

the front door clicked shut behind Justin and the brothers flopped onto the living room carpet, finally able to breathe normally

we pulled it off, we did it,’ Justin gasped in disbelief, wondering if all the cleaning he had done was a lucid dream

but the realness of Zhengting’s high-five and sparkling counters proved him wrong

ah ha! whatever ge’s parents said to him also proved it happened!

‘soooo,’ he drawled out teasingly. ‘pa and ma think you’re attracted to our neighbour.’

Justin’s hand reached to pinch Zhengting’s steadily crimsoning cheeks

He only snickered when his ge swatted his fingers away as if they were pesky flies

puppy love

speaking of puppies, Justin insisted that Zhengting collect their babies back

knocking at your door, Zhengting had no idea why he felt more anxious than usual

his throbbing heart seemed to want to jump out of his chest

at least he was momentarily distracted by your endless gushing of love for his pets

compliment after compliment, love confession after love confession

shhh...he kind of wished you were referring to him

‘they’re such great listeners too!’

oh!

they admitted that I’m handsome!

Zhengting raised a smug eyebrow, mouth curling upwards. ‘So, you think I’m attractive huh?’

ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION I REPEAT ABORT MISSION

*sweats nervously*

thankfully, he doesn’t prompt for a reply as he takes the pet carriers from your grasp

with a wink, Zhengting walks off

leaving you in a frantic yet charmed mess

you: ZZT, you did NOT hear that

the text is fast, your fingers flurry over the keyboard

his answer isn’t delayed either

zhengting: hear what? your Romeo&Julietesque confession of your love for me?

you: pft just bc we both have balconies doesn’t mean we’re Romeo and Juliet

you: it didn’t happen

you: I take my words back

zhengting: mhm and you definitely did not talk to my pets as if they were humans

you: SHUSH

zhengting: no :)

zhengting: come to the balcony

zhengting: please

zhengting: where are you

zhengting: :(

zhengting: come out or I’m calling Wenjun and exposing you

you rolled off your bed and onto your balcony faster than Usain Bolt

Zhengting had already propped his arms on the dividing decoration, awaiting your arrival

‘hey, secret lover,’ he poked. ‘Missed me?’

your orbs rolled in perfect circles,

‘please, I saw you a couple of minutes ago. If anything, I miss your puppy more.’

‘come over tonight.’

what? excuse me?

‘I really need help with my choreography. Please? You promised!’

Zhengting looked needy enough for you to say yes...plus, you wanted tickets to the showcase...and it couldn’t hurt to spend more time with help him right?

also because you wanted to see his pets again

you told him you would come over after dinner

the temptation would be too great to arrive on an empty stomach when a full-course meal awaits

Justin was clad in his baby blue onesie and carrying the small white kitten when he opened the door

how childlike

I should get matching pjs for Wenjun too

with a knowing smirk, he mentioned that Zhengting was in his room

in return, you filled him in on the new video game that Wenjun bought

and then let him into your apartment to bug Wenjun

hehe

family goals

you ventured further into the flat, a tad bit more familiar with your surroundings

Zhengting must be playing with his puppy as excited barks were coming from the inside

you rapped your knuckles on the door then entered

bc you’re a cultured person who knocks the door before entering!

you learnt you to knock after walking in on many...unpleasant things

such as wang ziyi and cai xukun proclaiming their eternal love

then catching xukun on a date with zhang yixing a few days later

not the kind of things you want to recall

as you expected, Zhengting is on his bed, playing with his puppy

oh wow can I just say

bedhead ZZT with his shirt sliding off one shoulder to reveal a defined collarbone

his grey sweatpants have loosened around the waist to reveal his Calvins and the very tip of his waist tattoo peeking out

wow

so sexy

but no, in reality, he’s just cradling his puppy and cooing sweet nothings into his ear

‘what’s his name?’ the puppy pads over to greet you, flicking his small tongue over your hands

‘Justin and I decided to name him Ry, taken from the end of Jeffery,’ Zhengting replies while casually fixing his top

...as in Jeffery from school?

oh goodness, of course, these boys had connections

they must be popular

even though ZZT never attends class???

what sorcery

an awkward silence passes

you both communicate without opening your mouths

eventually, you’re seated on the floor of ZZT’s dance studio, cuddling Ry - not exactly paying attention to his dance

honestly, I think Zhengting’s focus is unbreakable

but when it breaks...it shatters

you go from trying to explain that his left arm needs to be at the same height as his right arm

to ‘oh my god I really like your new phone case.’

and then he’ll pick up the conversation from ‘thanks my phone case is from bare bears official.’

he loves being cute deep down and we all know it shh

then it goes back to ‘one two...three...stop! pose. Wow, you’re a great choreographer.’

not even dance counts ^

blame Professor Wang for influencing my class with dance

I’ve been dragged to deep down

eventually, the night wears on and the two of you simply sprawl out on the dance floor

tired

Ry cheers you up by licking your face though, cutie

you’re curious to find out more about zhengting, now seems like the perfect opportunity to pose questions

‘what other animals would you want as a pet?’ Though, you can’t picture Ry and the kitten having TOO many friends yet.

you watch as Zhengting pouts, thinking hard

‘maybe a pet piglet. My friend, Mubo has one and I played with it once at his place. It was so adorable that all my friends were in love with it.’ Zhengting laughs fondly at the memory.

‘my mother would kill me though,’ he adds quickly

idk man we could like share a pet so we both gain from it and become piglet parents

wh00ps did I say that out loud? Why is he giggling at me?

‘yes, yes you did,’ Zhengting speaks between his chuckles. ‘I already am a Zhu so might as well be a piglet parent.’

朱 (last name) and 猪 (pig) are both ‘zhu’

jokingly, you say, ‘I’ll choreograph a celebratory dance if you take up my offer.’

that’s when Zhengting gets all excited and seriously considers buying a pig

one hour passes just researching on pigs

how to care for one

what to feed it

where to buy one

is it legal

how much does one piglet cost

not that the cost affects his decision ^

‘let’s do it,’ Zhengting decides surely, the determination in his tone. ‘Let’s be piglet parents.’

‘you’re kidding...’ your voice trails off when you see he is COMPLETELY on board with the idea

what :) have :)) I :))) done :)))

I CAN’T BE A PARENT TO EARLY ON

yet I really like the idea of Zhengting as a pet dad

with me

it’ll be a small family

‘we’ll work out the custody issues later,’ he jests. ‘Are you ready to sign some adoption papers? I found a reputable place.’

there’s this look of certainty and assurance in his eyes that only read ‘with me, everything’s going to be fine.’

maybe that was when you realised you were SO ready to admit you wanted to be with him

maybe confession could come later but for now

piglet parenting?

hell yeah

‘I’m in on it.’

I’m so glad you moved in next door

I’m so happy Justin chose the right apartment complex

worked on this for one whole week oh my god and this lowkey became crack

rlly wanted to get this up for his birthday!!!

so happiest 22nd/23rd to the gorgeous Zhu Zhengting!!

can’t believe he’s joining the old men club on Idol Producer I’m so proud :)

I fell for him on Pd 101 but unfortunately, his incredible talents weren’t recognised

he and Justin were my Chinese kings and now they’ve both come back to claim their kingdoms

Zhengting is just so talented, hardworking, kind-hearted and humorous

I love

tbh idk what lies ahead for his future bc YH’s plans look a bit scattered for the SKR and CH side

but whatever happens, I only wish the best for him and I hope that he would achieve his dream

literally, I would marry this man if the age gap wasn’t so big and if we shared the same religion

God bless him and his household, they deserve love and grace too

@ zhu family, thanks for raising such a wonderful man

朱正廷，祝您生日快乐！我希望正廷哥哥会得到耶稣的祝福，会继续努力也会好好照顾自己的身体。我希望有一天我们可以见面。加油吧！我一定会支持您。我爱您。💝💞💘

pls don’t bash me for my errors, my ancestors are disappointed enough already :”)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHU ZHENGTING #zhu zhengting #yuehua trainees #idol producer #produce 101 #idol producer scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #yuehua sprouts

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crayziimaginations · 6 years

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Begin again

TRR AU where Courtney’s life goes on after the assassination attempt.

Pairings: Liam x MC, MC x OC, Drake x Olivia

Tw: character death (i’m sorry :( )

angsty fluff? mostly fluff, but mentions of angst in the beginning. And a character died, so i guess there’s some angst involved.

I hope there’s someone out there who likes this piece. I found a rough outline for this piece lying in my drafts from a previous project, and I couldn’t even remember when did I write this. But then I turned it into a TRR AU. So, I hope there's someone who likes it!

MC: Courtney

“Promise me. If ever, God forbids, we don’t work out, you will move on and love another person,” he said.

“What do you mean, if we don’t work out? I’m trying my best to be the queen fit for you and Cordonia, Liam. I cant afford to have this ‘not work out’. I can’t lose you.” Courtney was close to tears.

“I know sweetheart, you are enough and so much more. But having the crown comes with its risks. I’ve seen countless attacks on my family, and I really can’t promise you that no similar attempt will be done to me.”

“You know it won’t be easy. I can’t promise you that. How am I supposed to love another?” Courtney replied.

“If you truly loved me, you will keep this promise.”

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It was two years later, after the homecoming ball and the assassination attempt on her. Drake jumped in front of a bullet to protect her, and Liam...

Liam was stabbed in the heart when he turned around to look for her.

Courtney could still remember every detail of the event, the gunshot ringing in her ears when Drake jumped in front of her and took a bullet to his shoulder. And the deafening silence echoing around her, when she saw Liam falling down, clutching his chest and screaming her name in agony. Courtney remembered scrambling up from below Drake’s body after he fell down onto her, pushing against the chaos to get to Liam’s side. Screaming, and kicking against Bastian as he pulled her away from Liam to safety.

It took Courtney 2 years of therapy and counselling to “get a life” again, as Olivia would sometimes tell her, in a desperate attempt to get her out of the house to do something. She decided to stay in Lythikos with Olivia, whilst enrolling herself in law school in Cordonia. Olivia tried so sound annoyed when Courtney announced that she would like to continue staying with her in Lythikos, but couldn’t stop herself from pulling Courtney into a hug, telling Courtney how proud and happy she was.

Between Law School and spending time with Drake and Olivia in Lythikos, she sometimes visited Hana and Maxwell at their estate. She took up latte art, one thing she always dreamed of doing, imagining that she would be able to make fancy coffee for her king every morning. No matter how painful it was, she wanted to remember Liam. She wanted to remember every bit of him.

“Hello, welcome!” Courtney called out, trying to sound cheerful as she heard the tinkling of bells indicating that someone just walked in to the cafe.

“Hi, can I get a caramel macchiato to go please?” a man with a build strikingly similar to Liam walked in. Courtney was shocked, being caught off guard. She rubbed her eyes, and looked up to see the most astonishing pair of blue eyes she has ever seen, staring back at her.

“Oh sure, coming right up!” Courtney smiled after receiving the money and turned back to prepare the coffee.

“Tell me, why do people try to convince you to believe them, and when you do, they turn around and prove to you it was all just a lie?” the guy with blue eyes asked quietly as Courtney handed him his coffee.

Courtney was silent, trying to think of a way to answer this question that wouldn’t upset the guy even more. Finally she decided that it was impossible. “I wish i knew the answer too.”

Blue eyed guy gave her a sad smile and walked out of the cafe.

As the days passed, Courtney soon came to learn that the guy with piercing blue eyes was Timothy. He was a lawyer, just a few years older than her. He would come in every Tuesday morning to get a cup of caramel macchiato because he has 9am lectures to give on Tuesdays, sometimes getting a fennel pistachio biscotti to go with it.

He was tall, 6″1 with a fit build, not too muscular but not too scrawny either. His dark brown hair always kept in a tidy fashion, and those blue eyes of him looked as if they contained the entire ocean and all the beautiful life in it. He was always dressed up in a shirt and long pants with dress shoes whenever he visited the cafe, and once when he showed up in sweatpants and bed hair, Courtney almost couldn’t recognise him, laughing at the sight of his somehow disheveled look when she finally recognised him.

But most of all, he was kind. Courtney has seen him buy coffees for the homeless man that sleeps outside of the university gates. He offered tutoring sessions outside of his working hours, to help students if they really needed it. He often volunteers in the community centre, spending time with the old folks and also the disabled community.

He reminded Courtney of Liam, so much.

When Courtney told Drake about Timothy, Drake’s first reaction was to ask that “are you sure that’s not Liam?” before panicking as he saw Courtney starting to tear up. Drake then told her to figure out her feelings, does she really like him for him, or does she like him because he reminded her of Liam? Courtney looked at Drake disbelievingly, wondering since when did Drake give such down-to-Earth good advices.

But Drake was right. Courtney needed to figure out her feelings, for this guy who came to the coffee shop more every time she was working a shift, and this guy who leaves small notes of encouragement for her under his coffee cup every time before he leaves.

There was this one time, Timothy had asked for his coffee to be served along with the coffee grinds used to make his cup of coffee on the side. Courtney found it weird, but agreed nonetheless, since used coffee grinds were to be thrown away anyway. And when she went to pick up the cup after he left, she found the coffee grinds carefully arranged into letters, on the plate that once held his biscotti.

“date?” it read, with his phone number scribbled on a note under his cup.

Courtney agreed to seeing him, and slowly, from there, they got to know each other more, and eventually began dating. It was true, he reminded her so much of Liam. But that’s not fair to say that she shouldn't date him because he reminded her of Liam. Courtney wanted her next relationship (if there was any) after Liam to be like how Liam cherished her, how he cared and loved her. So it’s not surprising that Courtney found herself attracted to a “Liam”. But Courtney liked Timothy also for the things that made him unique from her past relationship. For once, they could enjoy dating instead of formal balls all the time. Timothy also had a huge family with his siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles all in a very close-knit relationship, and Courtney loved spending time with them, basking in the family love that she had been missing since her parents died many years ago.

For once after Liam left her, she felt genuinely happy again.

Courtney set the fresh daisies on the ground and leaned against the smooth gray surface.

“Hey Liam..” Courtney began.

“It’s been a few weeks since I last saw you, but I have some interesting updates about my life that I think you’d be happy to hear about” Courtney continued, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Remember the guy I told you that I was seeing? Timothy? I took the time to figure out my feelings for him, and how we might move on as a..couple.” she hesitated slightly at the last word.

“I tried to not think about you when I’m with him, because I feel that it would be unfair to him, trying to measure up against a king.” Courtney chuckled. “But after that I realised, it’s the only feeling I remember.” she dabbed at a tear that was slowly rolling down her cheek. “When I’m with him, Liam, I feel as happy as I was, when I was with you. I feel... loved, the way you used to love me.”

She paused, as if waiting for an answer.

“Oh Liam, no one can replace you, and I never want anyone to replace you.” Courtney was crying softly against the cold stone. “I miss you so much, Liam, I miss you so much. But i just wanted to tell you that I think I found someone, who made me feel something like what you used to make me feel.”

Courtney moved her fingers, gently skimming across the engravings of his name on the smooth surface. She closed her eyes as a soft breeze came and blew through her hair, imagining that Liam was caressing her face.

“I think I finally can love again, Liam.”

#the royal romance #the royal romance fanfiction #trr #trr fanfic #trr au #mc x liam #drake x olivia #playchoices #choices fandom #choices trr

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accio-spaceman · 6 years

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BBC Radio 6 Music – Shaun Keaveny

Wednesday 4th April 2015 – Catherine Tate joins Shaun after 9am

“Comedian Catherine Tate joins Shaun this morning to chat about her hosting of the The Olivier Awards this week. The ceremony will be hosted at the Royal Albert Hall on Sunday and broadcast to the UK and worldwide.”

Listen HERE on BBC iPlayer.

Highlights HERE

Full Transcript Under the Cut.

Shaun Keaveny = SK

Catherine Tate = CT

02:09:19 – 2:21:43

SK: Our next guest well may be best known to some of you for her array of comic creations – “a array” - from foul-mouth gran to not-bothered teen, but has done a billion things since then, including things like… anything you could imagine really! Doctor Who, along with some theatrical roles, not least penned by the Bard himself. Her latest role is as a presenter of the forty-second Oliver Awards, at The Albert Hall; all rise, for Catherine Tate.

CT: [comic voice] I thank you!

SK: I don’t know, I try and remember Catherine, it feels to me as though this is a novel experience – like we’ve probably not had you on before! If we have it was a long time ago.

CT: Oh, what on this show?

SK: On this radio programme.

CT: Never-

SK: -I don’t think we have-

CT: -never had me on.

SK: Phil!

CT: Bring me the h-

[incoherent talking over each other]

SK: Here he is!

CT: Oh right, so what was the, uh, what’s the story there?

SK: What’s the delay? Who’s to blame?

CT: What’s the story there, Phil?

SK: Let’s gang up on him!

CT: Wait ‘til I was hosting the Olivier’s, was it? Nothing on the TV impressed before?

SK: [laughing] What’s all this nonsense? Right, oh The Olivier’s is it-

CT: -oh yeah, alright, let’s get her in-

SK: -oh we’ll have that! But it’s a pleasure and a privilege-

CT: -thank you-

SK: -and I can’t believe we’ve not had you on before! What of my good old show-biz mates is someone you might know called Matt Horne?

CT: I have certainly… been in his company.

SK: Yeah.

[both giggle]

SK: I have not spoken to but I imagine he sends hugs or something.

CT: Yeah, I mean, I doubt it-

SK: -yeah? Not toughy-feely?-

CT: [giggles] No, I was speaking to him… only Easter Saturday.

SK: Were you?

CT: Yes! That’s how close we are, we-

SK: -Closer than me and him, obviously! I haven’t spoken to him all over the Easter weekend!

CT: Oh, you’re a complete acquaintance, whereas I’m in the inner circle!

SK: [giggles] Oh, you’ve worked… you’ve got some stuff together over the years.

CT: Oh, the laughs. The wigs! The teeth…

SK: The wigs! It’s mostly the wigs and the teeth, isn’t it?

CT: Matt’s very partial to a gold tooth-

SK: -ah, I can see that-

CT: -to characterise… my words!

[both giggle]

CT: He always feels a gold tooth is going to, um… And when we were on tour last time, I said, I said no.

SK: Just stop with the gold tooth.

CT: I said stop with the gold tooth, we’re playing to quite big theatres, no-one’s going to see it, and it’s five hundred quid out of the budget!

[both giggle]

CT: So, act the gold tooth, please!

SK: Yes! *** that’s a really good… that’s the kind of thing Laurence Olivier himself might say, isn’t it? [posh, deep voice] Act! Why don’t you try acting, darling, it’s so much easier?

CT: Yes-

SK: -Love that quote, if it is indeed attributed to him. But, um, I mean, the casual observer might be unaware, Catherine, but you are an inveterate board-treader yourself, aren’t you?

CT: Oh, I love it! I loves the theatre, I do!

SK: Was it theatre, TV, theatre, or was it TV, theatre? That was confusing, wasn’t it?

CT: It- no, it was theatre, stand-up-

SK: -oh that’s right-

CT: -TV, I… [posh voice] but I started in theatre as a child!

[both giggle]

SK: [posh voice] Were you a child actor?

CT: I was a child - well, not a child actor, well I suppose so, yeah, but-

SK: -not like one of those TV ones-

CT: -I was like, National Theatre, yep.

SK: Yeah.

CT: National Youth Theatre. So I all… and uh, like… yeah, youth theatres, youth theatre. That’s where I did loads of stuff. And that’s what… bit me, that’s when I got the – as they do call it, in fact – the theatre bug! And I loved it, I absolutely loved it! And then I went to drama school, did loads of theatre there – you get very little training in TV at drama school, or you certainly did in the nineties, I don’t think anyone thought the TV was going to take off much!

[both giggle]

SK: It won’t stick around!

CT: [Nan voice] It won’t-

SK: -it will be back!

CT: Let’s not bother! Um, let’s send them all out into, at the time, no reginal theatres, because they’d all gone, and of course… yeah, that’s all there was really, was, um, was TV stuff. But I did, yeah, my first job out of drama school was at the theatre. In the theatre.

SK: What was your first paid theatre job?

CT: My first paid theatre job was, um, “All My Sons” – Arthur Miller.

SK: Oh.

CT: And then I went into The National and did, uh, “Way of the World” and, a play called “The Prince’s Play”. And that’s when I started doing stand-up.

SK: That, that brings us into what we’re doing here, which is The Olivier Awards, ‘cos I think-

CT: -whatever the [incoherent talking over each other] are doing-

SK: -well, I mean, what is the-

CT: -it’s just waiting for Sunday really!

SK: It is, good now isn’t it? I mean, you know, just going to throw it in there, another reference. Does it sound like I know what I’m talking about – well I don’t! But they’ve got a lot of nom’s this year, haven’t they, with “The Ferryman”?

CT: “The Ferryman” is the most nominated play.

SK: Most nom’ed.

CT: I think it’s nine?

SK: Eight!

CT: Oh, eight, oops! Oh well, they’ve just lost one.

[both giggle]

CT: And- But of course, “Hamilton”! I mean, “Hamilton”, it’s the-

SK: [whispering] –tell me about “Hamilton”, ‘cos I don’t know… [normal voice] I mean, I see it everywhere-

CT: -yeah!-

SK: -and I think ******, I’ve got to go and watch it, I haven’t even got a clue what it’s-

CT: -Do you know what-

SK: -what it’s about.-

CT: -this is an absolutely true story about Hamilton; um, from my point of view. I knew nothing about Hamilton. Now, Hamilton is about the founding fathers of America, of which Alexander Hamilton was one of them. And it’s brilliantly realised in this incredible production, that is about the founding fathers of America, and mainly done in… in… you know, rap!

SK: I see, that’s the… that’s the way they’ve done it!

CT: Now, I was doing a show called “8 Out Of 10 Cats Does Countdown”-

SK: -I remember it.-

CT: -right, I was… Before we went on, I was in a make-up room with Jimmy Carr. Jimmy Carr, who loves a musical – and this is a couple of years ago – and he had been to see a... had been to see “Hamilton” in America, in New York, and he said to me, “Have you seen Hamilton?” and I said, “Jimmy, I like a musical, but I don’t go to New York to go and see stuff that’s not here yet!” and he said “you’ve got to go, it was absolutely fantastic, listen to the music.” He absolutely loved it. And he said to me, “you know Miranda is going to be doing it here”, right?. Now I don’t know that he means Lin-Manuel Miranda, the co-creator and star of Hamilton, because I‘d never heard of him at the time, right-

SK: -[giggles]-

CT: -and so, all I know is that, I’m pretty sure this is a rap-based show, based on the founding fathers, okay, and I think he means Miranda Hart-

SK: -[loud laughter]-

CT: -right, who is a… who is a dear friend of mine, but I was… [stuttering] My mind was just going… I’m like, “sorry, are you telling me…”… I didn’t even get a… I didn’t even get an availability check! I didn’t… And I mean I was genuinely sort of… This tells you more about me than I want people to know… I was sick to my stomach! And I was like… And we’re about to go on and record a show! And the show really showed that when we… We were… When I watched the show, I could tell that all I was thinking of was “I can’t believe Miranda‘s got this part”-

SK: -you were distracted!

CT: Oh, yeah! I mean, I can’t blame that for getting no points, because I never score a point on that show, but I had an extra layer of…

SK: [giggling]

CT: And I was thinking, “I can’t… I genuinely cannot believe this!”. But Miranda Hart is the lead in “Hamilton” in the West End?

SK: [loud laughing]

CT: And, do you know, it was a year… it was a later. I carried that around-

SK: -No!-

CT: -and Miranda doesn’t even know this, I carried it around, and it wasn’t until I genuinely was in a cab, and saw a poster of “Hamilton”, and it said “Lin-Manuel Miranda”, and I made the connection, I had to make the cab stop, get out, and check! And then I said to someone, “You know Miranda Hart is not in Hamilton?” and they were like, “Of course she’s not in Hamilton!”

SK: [wheezing]

CT: And I was… So it made me, um… It tainted “Hamilton” for me-

SK: -Yeah, the whole experience-

CT: -because I was just thinking, but I could have at least been seen.

SK: Well, it’s like, it’s fine for Miranda to get it, she’s a contemporary, she’s talented. But I think, as you say, I would at least like to have been on the pick.

CT: I would have like to have been just a place at the table!

SK: Yeah!

CT: Just… Just, check out my rapping skills first, before you assume Miranda’s are better than mine.

[both laugh]

CT: That’s all I ask!

SK: It’s just ridiculous!

CT: That’s all I ask!

SK: It’s like when Les Dennis got “Network” over Bryan Cranston isn’t it? We all remember that!

CT: [laughing] You know what, it… [incoherent]

SK: But then, he was unavailable in the end, and they got Cranston at the last minute. But what a… You see, there you go, ‘cos “Hamilton” is all over it as well, so they’re going to do well-

CT: -“Hamilton”, they are the most nominated ever at “The Olivier’s”, and it is… You’ve not seen it-

SK: -I’ve not seen it-

CT: -I mean that is a proper-

SK: -That is the thing to… Is it still… It’s still on!

CT: Oh, it’s still on, that’s going to… [croaky voice] That’s going to run and run, love!

SK: But it’s getting yourself ticket! We had The Cranston in at work-

CT: -did you?-

SK: -and, amongst other things at the end of last year, and he came into that studio and spoke to us, just like the legend he is, and they gave- They said, do you want to go and see Network? I said I’d chew my right arm off to go and watch it. “You’ve got a ticket”-

CT: -[gasps]-

SK: -that’s fantastic, and then the day before they said “you haven’t got a ticket”-

CT: -Oh no!-

SK: -it had to go to some- I mean, Prince Charles or somebody, you know…

CT: Yeah, that the… That’s the… That’s the…

SK: You’re going to get bumped for Royalty!

CT: You’re going to get bumped for… Yeah, you are.

SK: What’s it like on the, on the night? Have you presented this before?

CT: No, I’ve never presented.

SK: *******!

CT: I’ve got a feeling, this is the first time they’ve allowed a, [mocking voice] a woman to present on her own!

SK: Yeah…

CT: [posh voice] They usually have a gentleman with her.

SK: [incoherent]

CT: -or a gentleman on his own. But for me, I… I’s got no-one!

SK: ****** ****! I mean that’s kind of… How do you feel about it? Are you… I don’t want to put-

CT: -I’m, I’m… I’m alright! I’m pretty good! Yeah, I’m not-

SK: -you’ve got the chops, haven’t you? I’m not worried.

CT: Yeah. Well listen, if you’re not worried, it’s going to be a breeze!

[both giggling]

SK: It’s going to be easy! I think… [incoherent] ‘Cos I’ve failed at stand-up like I’ve failed at many things. I’ve done it, and not done it very well, but I think that the thing is… To my mind, as a non-actor, what’s even more frightening about theatre is letting other people down!-

CT: -Yes! Oh yeah-

SK: -you know, that idea of… if you dry up-

CT: -absolutely-

SK: -and you stand up, that’s terrifying because it’s just you, and you’ve just let yourself down-

CT: -yeah, and you can-

SK: -but if you let the company down-

CT: -absolutely, and if you-

SK: -horrifying-

CT: -dry up, on your own stand up show, you can absolutely, and it is really quite advisable, to make stuff up!

SK: Yeah!

[both laughing]

CT: But you do that in the middle of, you know…

SK: “Hamilton”!

CT: “Hamilton”! And it’s… Oh my gosh! It’s a whole different… ‘Cos, you know, there’s no spoken words in “Hamilton”, if anyone were to drop a lyric, I don’t know how-

SK: -the whole machine would stop!

CT: Absolutely! It’s an incredible… It’s an incredible piece of art, “Hamilton”.

SK: Well, that’s something dangled in front of those of us that haven’t seen it!

CT: Well, I only got to see it because I’m hosting the Olivier’s, so-

SK: -well, fair enough. It was probably-

CT: -so get your name in early for next year, because it will still be on!

SK: It was probably you that for my ****** “Network” ticket, isn’t it?

[both laughing]

SK: It wasn’t Prince Charles after all, it was Catherine Tate, which is fine, I suppose… And, um, and it’s always fun to watch actually, but it is going to be on ITV1, at 22:20, for the military types listening-

CT: -oh yes, those types-

SK: -this Sunday! Not to be missed!

CT: That’s twenty past ten, in old money.

SK: That’s right, it is, yeah!

CT: It’s also, should you want this as an option in your life, and I know you do, the whole show-

SK: -unexpurgated-

CT: -broadcast live on their Facebook channel!

SK: Ah!

CT: So I mean, there’s really no excuse! And you’ll actually get to see a lot of performances from a lot of the shows, but the cast of “Hamilton” are going to be there, opening the show, so if you haven’t seen it, it’s a massive, massive thing to see.

SK: That’s so exciting!

CT: Cast of forty-three! “Forty Second Street”, come on!

SK: [cockney accent] What else are you going to be doing on a Sunday night?

CT: [laughing]

SK: [normal voice] You’re going to be watching that! The Olivier Awards, presented by Catherine Tate. And, and finally, before we let you go, is there any way… Apart from that, have you got any other TV stuff on the boil or is it going to be mainly theatre stuff, or other things, or…

CT: It’s going to be… The next thing up is theatre, um, but there’s always a bit of TV stuff on the go, ain’t there!

SK: [incoherent] No, I don’t know. [incoherent]

CT: Yes!

SK: I mean, I’ve been plugging away for fifteen years and I’ve got nothing, but I know-

CT: -not a sniff!-

SK: -Not a sniff of the butchers apron!

CT: [laughing]

SK: But you never know your luck! Oh, well, we can’t wait, we can’t wait, ‘cos we love what you do-

CT: -Thank you. Thank you very much.-

SK: -but thank you for joining us. Catherine Tate.

CT: Thank you!

#bbc radio 6 music #shaun keaveny #catherine tate #olivier awards 2018 #transcribed by becca

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mostosbucketlist · 3 years

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What started off as something just basic with my parents ended up being something so special.

Let’s start at the beginning.

Doing a civil was something I wanted right from the start. Bridemaids, Reinhards, Esther, Danica, KC, Eina & Liana were the ones that were advised; I think that’s everyone.

Early Jan I was searching and found just a plan white dress.

His family said they were all coming down for it and took annual leave. Its rare that his whole family comes due to the dog.

We were discussing decor.. okay cool this will be pretty..

Pauly built the arch.. okay this is going to be a thing..

I then decided to buy a boho style dress. Supplier advised it was going to take 10 days to make, I then added express postage. I purchased in Feb which allowed 2 weeks for it to be made and posted, 2 weeks for any delays with postage with then, 2 weeks to just sit in the closet and time for me to buy another in person if I didn’t like it once I tried it on. Due to a national PH, they were away for weeks.. The dress was shipped the week before the wedding with an ETA on Wednesday. We were going to Bendigo on Thursday & the wedding was Friday. To my relief it arrived from abroad within 2-3 days due to the DHL express. NAKAKA STRESS

We made our custom give aways, put them in cute bags and added tissue paper aaaand had cute tags. I did the custom pencilcase/make up bags for the ladies, Pauly did the custom gym towels for the boys. For the parents, candle, glass mug & AirPods case.

The time has come.

Thursday I got my hair done as I did not want anymore regrowth showing. All the boys got their cuts and Tita got her hair cut and dyed also. Jen’s mom was busy, she did all of our hair personally!

Headed to the flower market and Costco before heading home and packing the cars

Arriving in Bendigo, the house was perf.

Left the fam and stayed at my parents house.

His family did all the preparations for the day while I had a sleep in hehe. His family supplied all the flowers and arch decor.. Well.. Jaimie texted me at 8am.. Mom woke me up at 9am.. Eina texted me at 10am.. HAHA So I finally got up. I kept waking up all night - didn’t get much sleep but that’s okay got my new eye masks ye ye.

Left for Kmart to get lashes and headed to the house.

Karizza was already there, Pauly almost walked into the bathroom and saw me. (As you’re not suppose to see the bride) He was so quick at turning and exiting that I couldn’t even see who it was but then realised with Bill laughing.

With less than one hour to get ready started on my makeup. Planned to get my hair done the day before so I wouldn’t have to do it. I literally just put a clip in it and done. I actually did good on my makeup can’t believe it. It was obviously light but you could tell I was wearing it. Karizza was getting ready, Kylie was chilling and mom was STILL getting ready ofc.

Guests were starting to arrive.. eeee

Karizza & Kylie helped me with my dress.

It was 1:08pm.. Pushed mom out the door since she was lagging the wedding. I was left alone in the room and the nerves starting kicking in. Karizza let me know when to come out and opened the door for me. As I walked out and saw everything I was okay.. cool.. calm.. just nervous. Then I picked up on the music and he turned around.. The waterfall started. I barely looked at him the whole time because I just kept crying, so I looked above him and to his side at the sky and trees.

Heather’s words were beautiful, it was time for the vowes. She asked us to write our own vowes which I didn’t want to do because it meant it would be meaningful words from da heart. Paul went first “Making you smile and laugh is my life’s greatest achievement and will be till we’re grey and old.” Waterfall nanaman.. “I grew up as an only child” then started balling. Ripped my falling lash off hanging by a thread; but my other lash was on pretty good. Heather asked to take over, I instantly said YES. Though I should’ve said no and pushed myself to say it - I don’t think I really could’ve as it was so personal. Just kept thinking about my love for Pauly and my dad. (Crying as I write this now) I then read my promises. I was able to do this as it wasn’t the past or present but the future.

Signing We went first, Followed by Karizza and my dad as the second witness. Ever since the start, I always wanted Karizza on the marriage cert as she’s my forever. Having my dad’s signature on the cert is so so special to me. I can now breathe as my biggest fear as surpassed. My dad was at my wedding.

Photo time. Was able to get dad standing for the Stokie family photo and quickly pulled the wheelchair back in after a few seconds. Karizza was given the camera for the Gaite family photos. I was like why Karizza HAHA The funny thing is, there was about 10 photos so plenty to choose from but they were all blurry HAHAHA. We got one shot with half of us clear and half blurry HAHA, we got one and eyes are all open - it’ll do.

Time to EAT! I hadn’t eaten all morning and wasn’t even hungry - when you’re so busy you don’t even think about food. We did the cake cutting followed by food. The photos were actually really cute. The cake was both delicious and beautiful - by Nana ofc.

It was 3pm and I figured it was time for dad to go home. Jess offered to drop him home as I was just gonna do it. As dad’d chair is a travel wheelchair, didn’t do well on the grass. He had to walk all the way from the back to the car. He had a procession following him. Just making sure he was okay and had mostly Tito and brothers helping dad. (Dad mentioned on Saturday that his ankles were really sore from all the walking yday)

We played games and most of us changed into chill clothes. Couple of hours before we were heading out to take outside photos. It was so special that was Karizza was there spending some time with his fam.. well I should be saying my extended fam now

Went to the park and cathedral to take sunset photos. I really need to do some research and be ready with poses for October. Ended the night with food and more games

Reflection.

On our way back to Melbourne on Saturday, we were talking about how perfect Yday went. Everything about it was perfect: The location, The set up and decor, The weather (Even if it was 29 degrees and were all sweating), the vibes. We were not expecting to have the day be as special as it was. We’re so happy and glad we did an intimate civil and I’m so thankful that my dad was there. Very thankful for everyone’s help and ALL the little things on Friday. Nothing was left unnoticed. Though we regret not taking this week off HAHA, back to work and normal life.. Literally because we both underplayed how special it was going to be and how we’d feel. I will add, ofc Pauly did not cry.

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sept-dix · 6 years

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college au! aron

summary: you and aron are uni roommates genre: fluff a/n: requested; i feel like i’m trying to singlehandedly end the aron drought here lol hope u enjoy!!

yknow the myth about art students living off of virtually no sleep and no money is not entirely false

as a visual arts major who’s only still alive thanks to 20 cent instant ramen and the discovery of the red bull + coffee mixture, you would know

what you didn’t know was that journalism majors had it almost worse, bc with all news platforms having to publish their stuff at the break of dawn it was a given that they had to slave away while the rest of the world was asleep in order to even get something meaningful done during internship periods

the workload is also intense so even during non-internship periods they’re buried in work

you learnt this (and more) from aron

at the start of your second year in uni your existing roommate had dropped out of college, leaving you with an empty apartment which was both too big and too expensive

and as you’d been aimlessly walking around your campus after school one day trying to think of possibilities for a better living arrangement, you’d fatefully come across an advertisement for someone looking for a roommate

the thing that had caught your eye was the shockingly low rent

given the rlly cramped and small nature of the actual flat of course the rent wasn’t unexpected but you couldn’t care less about space at that moment

so yeah, you called and this guy called aron picked up and you two became roommates just like that

aron was so relieved and thankful when you called him and eventually became his roommate bc just like you, he was rlly tight on money

but let’s just say he just got even more thankful with time

when he first opened the door to you it would be an understatement to say that he was surprised

because well..,,, he looked at you once and got overwhelmed by how good looking you were

and you were moving in all your thousand of art supplies and the whole time you kept apologising bc you had to make so many trips and you kept getting in his way and he thought that was so cute

that first night you insisted that you make dinner as thanks for him letting you be his roommate

but he insisted that he make dinner as thanks for you wanting to be his roommate in the first place

so the both of you just ended up making dinner together

it was nothing fancy you guys just made pasta lol

but you two had so much fun making it!!!

you were exchanging pasta sauce recipes and tips with each other and aron tried so hard to stop himself but every now and then he kept finding himself thinking about how cute you were

somewhere in the back of his brain, there were warning sirens ringing trying to tell him that he shouldn’t be thinking like this about you because you were his roommate,,, it would mess things up big time

but what can i say aron ignored those sirens lol

both of you were naturally very sensitive of each other’s needs and preferences so it was almost too easy for you two to fall into a comfortable routine

like you’d wake him up before you left for your 9am class on tuesday because he had a 9.30 one

and he’d do the same for you on thursday when the situation was reversed

it just so happened that you came home earlier on 3 days of the week and he came home earlier on the rest of the days

so you’d cook the both of you dinner when you were back first and he’d do the same when he’s back first

and towards the end of the month there were always those few days when you guys had to make do with instant ramen lol rip

you two never rlly meant for this to happen but you guys ended up bonding a lot through these shared dinner times

admittedly it wasn’t too often that the two of you actually ate dinner at the same time

but when those times did come, you two always ended up just talking or watching a tv show together

as it so happened you guys loved the same tv shows so that’s great

and he loved hearing about your art stuff bc well he’s an aspiring journalist and he loves to hear about everything

and you loved hearing about what he’s studying just bc you never really knew much about it before and he made it seem super interesting

you didn’t know this but during all those times aron was thinking to himself ok so not only are you super cute you are also interesting and ambitious and passionate and nice???? not fair

but it wasn’t exactly that he had a crush on you or anything

lol jk he had a crush on you

a small teeny tiny one that grew concrete and huge over one fine weekend

which wasn’t so fine because well,, aron was sick

he was down with the flu and he had a high fever and he couldn’t even get out of bed

not only was he physically sick but yknow when people are sick and away from home they get extra homesick and emo

so yeah he was feeling like shit in all aspects of the word

and he had gotten sick when he was still living with his old roommate

that time he had just had a slight case of the flu he didn’t even have fever or anything

but his roommate had avoided him like he had the plague or something just bc he didn’t want it to spread to him

so naturally aron expected you to do the same and stay far away from you but what did you do instead?

that’s right

you made him soup

and you stuck a thermometer in his mouth

and you forced him to tell you any medical allergies he had so you could go out and buy him flu medicine

and then you came back with the medicine and forced him to eat it with soup and then stayed by his side for another 15 mins just to make sure he was okay

15 mins might seem like a short time but considering the huge assignment you had due in 2 days which you hadn’t even started on, 15 mins was as good as half a day

and i guess you could say that’s when aron knew he was in trouble

you’re cute and nice and interesting and everything but you’re also good at taking care of him

it’s all too much for him

so he decided to consult his bro minki on the situation

and minki being minki told aron to confess asap in the most corny and cringey and extravagant way

and aron wanted to follow that advice (at least a part of it) but when he got home that day and saw you smiling at your phone for god knows what reason

he realised that he knew all sorts of things about you but he didn’t know whether you had someone you liked or someone you were already dating or whatever

and of course he was too nervous to ask you about it at that moment bc you were already smiling at your phone meaning there was a high chance you were already being sent lovey dovey text messages from the love of your life

but you would have told him if you had a boyfriend right?

right?

well idk but that’s all that went through aron’s mind that day

and he tried to look for more signs that you were already taken throughout the course of the next few days but he didn’t catch anything else except for that one smiling at your phone event

so he reported this back to minki and minki all but hit him

“why tf you doing all this when i clearly told you to just conFESS??”

so aron tried another time

this time, thankfully, you weren’t doing anything suspicious like smiling at your phone

you were just on the floor in your room working on a huge canvas painting for one of your classes

as soon as you noticed him walking in you asked him his opinion on the piece

“it’s supposed to be a study of movement, i’m not exactly sure if this is what my professor wants but what do you think?”

“oh well it’s great”

bc duh aron doesn’t know anything about how a proper study of movement should look lol

he just stood there watching you work for a little longer before you noticed him

“is there a reason why you’re just standing there looking at me, aron?”

“no! i mean well, yes, actually. yeah, i mean yes”

you chuckled at his clumsiness and that put him at ease for a moment

“ok then, what is it?”

he took a deep breath and

“i was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me this saturday?”

“.... aron are u ok we always have dinner together on saturdays unless one of us is busy or smth lol”

“yes but this wouldn’t be our usual dinner. i could bring you to that japanese place down the road from here and we could perhaps catch a movie afterwards?”

“... are you asking me out?”

“yeah i guess you could say that”

the few seconds you spent looking at him then almost made him pass out bc they convinced him you were going to say no but-

“sure, it’s a date!”

needless to say the date went great bc well,, it isn’t an unknown fact that you two match each other super well

in fact, it goes so well that one date turns into two, which turns into a few

and before you know it, you’ve been introduced to minki as the person aron’s in an actual relationship with

aron finds out months later that the moment you started falling for him had been the same one when he’d been so sick that he was out of his mind

and he had looked up at you and whined that “he would have really missed his mommy if you hadn’t been there to make him soup”

that’s so cute

soon you guys become one of the established College Couples in campus

with him walking you to your classes all the way in the arts building

and you hanging around in his editing studio while he types away about something or the other

and the both of you always grabbing dinner together at the end of the day

what can i say uni isn’t so bad when you’ve got someone like aron by your side hehe

#nu'est #nu'est scenarios #nu'est imagines #nu'est w #nu'est w scenarios #nu'est w imagines #kwak aron #nu'est aron #kwak aron scenarios

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kalidoesgenes · 6 years

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A (Thurs)day in the Life of a 2nd Year UoM Genetics Student

I have been busy this week, because we are in our month of labs. We now have labs three times a week for four weeks. In other weeks, these hours are empty for independent study and naps. I am suffering a severe culture shock. For that reason, I’ve decided to go with random days rather than a straight week. Apart from trying to find more time when I’m already busy, it will also mean that I can show you a day from a non-lab week as well.

I’ve also decided to include today because I feel like it’s important (for me) to be open about mental health and learning how to handle stress.

8am: I generally try to get up at 7am, but I’m feeling particularly stressed and tense this week. I’m not getting as much work done as I would like and I constantly feel like I’m missing or forgetting something, even though, when I make a list, everything is fine. Not optimal, but well within parameters. I play crush crush some more. My wrist hurts, and I’m not sure I’m having fun any more.

9am: I’ve eaten some oatmeal and left early, so I can do a bit of work before my 10am lecture. I finish typing up some notes in the neat little study cubbies outside the lecture theatre.

10am: I like developmental biology, which is one of my optionals. I also like that the professor prints off the slides for us, so I don’t have to get my own. I also like the professor. I like most professors. They are adorkable. Also, we have one who looks like Johnny Lee Miller, which is always nice.

11am: straight into labs, where we will be using light microscopes to examine the slides we’ve made over the past two days. I hate light microscopes. I can never see through both eye thingies at the same time, no matter how I adjust it. I spend an hour struggling with it and then we go to lunch. I pick up a meal deal, with some coke and cake, then go home to watch an episode of Friends and play crush crush some more before going back to fight the stupid microscope some more. I happen to live very near the university, so I can accomplish this within an hour.

1:40pm: Back to wrestling with the stupid microscope. I can see through one eye at a time (though the squinting is kind of painful), so I’m able to make some drawings. The professor tells me my drawings are wrong, but gets distracted before telling me why. I try again. They’re still wrong. I tell him about the struggles with the microscope and he suggests that maybe there is something fundamentally wrong with my eyes and I will never be able to use a microscope properly. I start to cry. The short version is; stressful, tiring week, too much caffeine and sugar, and I hate not being able to do things. The long version is, abusive/neglectful childhood in which I was not allowed to express emotions so I still struggle to express them reasonably, along with very low self-esteem, imposter syndrome which has just been confirmed by finding something I can’t do, triggering the fear that I have now reached saturation point and will never be able to do or learn anything more and the slide into failure will now begin, low sleep, high stress, and high sugar/caffeine.

The professor isn’t actually mean, just matter of fact and concerned. He suggests we go into another lab and finds me an alternative microscope with a different kind of eye-thingy. I struggle with that for a bit, then go off for a quiet ten minute cry in the toilets. I consider making myself sick, which is my stress response. The longer version is, I used to get sick a lot as a child - migraines and lactose intolerance - and I would usually feel better after throwing up, which may have caused a connection between vomiting and relief in my brain. Speaking of LI, my mother insisted I was making myself sick on purpose, force-feed me to the point of vomiting (either due to lactose or too much food) then feed me Tabasco sauce as a punishment. This would make me sick again.

In short, it’s possible that I am so attuned to this abuse that I started doing it to myself as a punishment. I realised this was a possibility a few months ago and vowed to not make myself sick again. What’s the bloody point of going no-contact if I just do it to myself?

2:30pm: I did not make myself sick. I went back to the microscope and churned out some more drawings, then we have a session on what we were supposed to have discovered. Based on this, I think my drawings were fine; if I’d had a bit more time and a bit less stress/panic, and maybe some calm answering of questions, I’d have got it. This doesn’t immediately make me feel better, but does help later. We hand in our lab books; I’m quite pleased with mine. We have the weekend to create an image based on our slides and write a figure legend; I’m confident about doing this based on the final lecture session.

3pm: I decide to go to the library to try to work for a bit rather than go home and play videogames again. Crush crush looms over me. I get a soda and some m&ms, then try to work for an hour or so, but the internet is playing up and my focus is shot, so I go home.

5pm: there is only crush crush. And maybe some other work inbetween. And episodes of Friends.

8pm: I tell my boyfriend that I’m not sure Crush Crush is even fun any more. I don’t tell him about the pain in my right wrist. My mother had surgery for carpal tunnel a few years ago, and while carpal tunnel is not actually hereditary, the narrow bone structure at the wrists which is a contributing factor is. I like my delicate wrists. That’s what my arms look like. I don’t want them to have to change. I also have a bit of a phobia of general aesthetic, and, despite having had local anaesthetic within the last few years, I, deep-down in my bones, don’t really believe it works. So I don’t want to have any kind of surgery. At this point, I delete Crush Crush. I may have deleted my progress or I may be able to get it back. I don’t want to check. I feel an instant sense of relief.

9pm: I did some work then started playing Cinderella Phenomenon, a visual novel in which you play as a cursed princess trying to break that curse by helping others to break theirs. I get the bad ending for Rod, play again making different choices (while taking notes in a spreadsheet because that’s how I roll), and then go through again picking all the good choices to finally get the good ending. While doing this, I tidied up, sorted out my stuff for tomorrow, and did my laundry.

1:30am: ...okay, it took me this long to play through Rod’s storyline. At least I’m playing this game because it’s fun and interesting and not because I feel compelled to get just a few more clicks. I go to bed and listen to a hypnosis podcast on removing anxiety. I’ve set tomorrow’s alarm to 9am, because my first lecture is at 11am. Right now, I feel like sleep and recovery are more important than waking up early.

#day in the life #Week in Kali's Life #mental health #ADHD #addiction #studyblr #bioblr #labs #laboratory

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