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👨‍🍳# FOODIE👨‍🍳

#Foodie, Part 2

Summary: Something happening in Easter Hills. Something that effecting everyone under the surface. Could this just be a phase a trick that no one can shack off? Is this something that will pass with another or can we all be heading for destruction

Declaimer: #Foodie has some curse words, blood, making out, and maybe a dead body or 2??. Also, I do have dyslexia who happens to do her own proof reading so be easy with me!!!

A/N:So who would think after doing a love story I go be switching it up to some sci-fi. Let me know what you think or want to be added to the taglist. Or simple to sit my butt down and stop with the dramatics xoxo Tia

MASTER LIST // Previous Chapter (1)

Tagged: @weapinggwillowss @kittykatlow @alagalaska @deansblackbeauty

2 weeks later

My fingers intertwined with his as he locks and kisses them. He doesn’t know I know but he a snuggle monster the reject monster from Sesame Street. Another secret I love it. We haven’t had much time as I will hope with one another. Even though he was back from the war he still was working as deputy while he was home. I pout like a two-year-old who got denied a brand new toy from a toy store. But we made it work. He moves me close as he whispers praise in my ear in his deep voice that makes me shiver a cool chill.

I only had 15 minutes left of my break with him. God how I miss him. After Janet left me teary-eyed in the abandoned hallway apart of me felt I was in old westerns like I was waiting for her around and draw her guy. That night he came over and hold me as I cried into his strong chest hands wrap as far as I could around his broad shoulders. Each night I founded my self there. Even if I was asleep he sneaks in and holds me. Letting me know he was never gonna leave me.

He looks down into my eye out time coming to an end with a bit of sorrow regret. Hopping up so I can reach his face I pepper kiss him with each hop. Watching as his smile spread from ear to ear he loves when I did this be my silly tiny self. Knowing he always be my savior. His eyes were dark like midnight sky but were as bright as the sun. Others wouldn’t see this wouldn’t think he was more than a brick wall but he was more. Just like me more than meets the eye. Each day I’m happy god loves me to bring him to me. Bring me someone that made me feel things I never did before.

“ I gotta go. I was only supposed to drop off another animal to you, baby “ He said in muffled from my lips.

Lending back hold his hands close , “ Yeah but it was you who wanted to start kissing me. I’m only here to basket it all this”.

This was been a familiar thing the last two weeks animals found dead somewhere or sick with some type of rabies. Blood from Mr. Fuzzy Bear only adds to the mystery. Blood work consists of an unfamiliar source. I went anymore I know and even the internet god the internet. After weeks of looking non stop trying to find anything to make me more at ease. NOTHING. I wanted to express this to KP but he only tells me to stop worrying.

“ BABY” KP tickle me under my underarms. I twitch and almost trip. “ I was talking and you did that moody thing you do. Is this Janet” he asked. YES NO I DONT KNOW I rub my forehead gently and peek up at him and nod.

I hate lying most importantly very bad at it. Even though he knew it was more he still allowed it to be, this time.

“ I am taking you out. Show you off. Remind folks who you belong too. Which means I want you to be out this little head of yours. Janet she many things but all with reasoning. Give her time didn’t you say she nods at you other days” KP said. God his voice.

“ Your right probably PMS. Or something. Where we going” I asked looking down. I could hear my name-calling for me and some chaos.

“IAASC I KNOW HE SEXY EYE CANDY BUT GET YOUR ASS IN HERE-OW” Ethan scream out. I giggle and peck his cheek and ran off.

“ I CALL YOU ILY “ I shouted over my shoulder.

He ruffles his thick black hair across his hands as she smirks at me.

“ILY2” He said.

Everything was like walking into the war zone. Ethan was sitting on a chair holding her arm that was gushing blood out and Casey walking back and forth. I swipe up a rabies shot and quickly gave it to her and took her arms into my arms to looks at it. So much blood my arms got painted red. With a finger snap, Casey passes me the 1st aid kit as I dress the wound. Ethan was laughing all while. After thanking Casey ask sending her off for a break treating her like my child even though she was twice my age I gave the tickle me Ethan my attention.

“ You need to go to the hospital. That looks nothing like something seen before where the animal that did it” I asked looking around.

“ Killed it” She said like it was nothing. My eyebrow bent at this as I look her.

“ I need to call KP back he and sheriff can come over and help” I said pulling my phone out my pocket.

“Shit that fucker a bitch. I go okay I go I’m fine I go later. You did everything right by the way. It’s dead. We take it to the trash and that it” She said then look at me finally. I was a mess. To say the least. I bit the corner of my cheek till it bleeds and the iron the mint of him I was chewing on earlier.

Her eyes look glassy and she had a gentle sweat coming down her forehead. Didn’t it bit her not even a half-hour ago? I walk over and grab the bloody towels and help her up to sit down in her office under the AC. Closing the door I look hands it still had traces of her blood on it. I close my eyes and tried to relax. Taking deep breaths I went over to the sink and started to scrum till my hands were bright red from the friction.

“ Is she alright? “ Casey asks poking her head into the exam room. I peak over and back at my hands.

“ Yeah, she huh. Resting. Hey, what even happen that was so like the strange right” I said adding extra words to sound like I wasn’t just obsessing over it.

Casey pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and pluck it in her mouth getting ready to share something.

“ While you were outside smacking lips with Mr fuck for brains and takeout outside” she stops and looks at me.

“ I was upfront talking to Rachel about our lasted book club meeting. And she was talking about this new craze when one of the animals that came in just bounced up to life and start making sounds hissing and shit. Went sideways. The animal was acting all crazy like Bob does when he drank that moonshine and whiskey during October fair of 2003. Anyway, I rushed back and she was swinging at it with a paperweight” she said raking in another inhale of her cigarette. With a few coughs and tap, she looks around before talking some more.

“ You know a lot of shit been happening around here. I have been here all my life sadly and I would know. You know what it is huh?” She said putting her cigarette out with the bottom of her shoe. “ Damn Liberals. Probably put some damn glitter dusk on shit and made folks all crazy “She said as if it was a known fact. Did I not mention she a bit of a blowup doll racist. Try to explain to her just because I look Spanish doesn’t mean I am. Now she always says Ho Lay. Like that means something more than being a bitch. But she Casey and there no one like her.

“ You never know. So where is it now the animal ” I said drying my hands?

“ Out in the front. Sucker ugly mug tosses a blanket over it” Casey said nodding to the front. I nod and look around trying to let everything sit. Before she could walk off I without even thinking grab tight to her arm and pulled her into a hug. My hand ran up and down as I hold her tight.

“ Stay safe. Cas” I said. She chuckled and pat my back before going. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe a part of me knew something was gonna happen. That I was about to head down a steep drop something I will never be able to recover from.

The animal or what was left of it was like Casey said a mess. Scattered with its brains and head mushed. I poke it a few times before taking my pocket knife and stabbing it in the brain just in case. I wasn’t trying to live my life in a horror film. When I took the knife back out there was a strange goo mix with the blood. What the fuck I whisper to myself as I knee down and got closer to look. Just like I thought it was just like Mr. Fuzzy Bear. This was not a dog and this in on ways was a house pet. How strange how can two things so far from one another by going through the same thing. Can it be a generic trait from mammals? Or animals?

Ethan was quiet for the rest of the night. She didn’t move out of her office and when she did she was still sweating and shivering. I knew I promise KP not to worry but I couldn’t.

Me: Promise not to laugh but I have a question

Mi Amore: Haha what up sweetie

Me: Have there been any strange animal behavior or attacks? I know I’m coo-coo 😛😛

Mi Amore: 🤔 idk. Yeah, old man, Nick has been coming about some behavior. But that’s about it. Ur not crazy just crazy beautiful. Y??

Me: Remember when I was called in. Ethan got bite by a stray animal. Just wondering. I miss U 💋 💋 💋

Mi Amore: Never stop. If you promise to stop worrying I keep an eye on it. And stop by to check out on Ethan tonight or tomorrow. Alright babe

Me: Kk thnx KP

Mi Amore: ILY let me know when you get home

Me: ILY2 😘

Old man Nick was crazy still believing that aliens were never in Roswell but here. But his word is not so reliable he is married to his chicken Cheryl. I paced around that night in my room thinking trying not to think. He was right I need to stop worrying. I pulled out my pink paper and my fuzzy pens from my desk and sat on my bed and starting to write. Could me not having Janet be making me acting like an old man Nick, god I hope not. So I did what KP did and after my letter to Janet, I decided to not worry about it.

My feet bounce from one to another as I ran across the neighborhood. I felt a bit of sweat coming from under my lavender purple sports bra and forehead. Hair swinging from left to right right to left as I power through. In theory, if I wanted to I could run my whole town form one end to another. Music blast though my Bluetooth Air Pods. As I turn I reach Bloom Ave I made a quick left and push through till I reach a familiar two-story house at the end of the dead street. It sits back in the dirt a bit with a few stubs in the ground that somehow went perfect with the grey clay outer skeleton with huge windows and white curtains and a bright red wooden door. No cars in the driveway weren’t unfamiliar. Janet's mom or body double was always out at the local bar on some table dancing talking about her glory days. Janet hates that and even though she never told a soul she always fears she becomes that. Be stuck in the middle of nowhere no love and memories of when life was fearless Couldn’t ever be like that I told her as sat back on a black and white blanket sipping on my organic lemonade. She smiles and asks why. Because I will be there no quicksand right. She smiles and nods no quicksand. I wipe my eyes as I came up to the front porch. I knock a few times before I gave up. Hail Mary twisting my neck a bit I look around to the empty street. From the corner of my eye, I could see the shades move. I turn my head around so quickly I got dizzy. I ran towards the window and tap at it. Trying to look in. It was blurry but I can dang sure I saw someone. I called out and bang it a few times. She was not gonna answer. With a exhale I turn and leaned against the window and slide till I was on the ground. I never gave up but this was starting to look like the only thing I could do. Was not doing that stupid drug that big of a deal. More. More I thought about it I got anger mad-sad even. Whipping my eyes with the back of my hand I got up and grab a few rocks. And started hitting the window calling out for her. Pissed I storm in circles across the front door like a madwoman.

" I don't know what wrong but FUCK IT. YOU KNOW I CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOU DOING THIS IS FUCK UP. BECAUSE OF BLOODY DAMN DRUG. YOU PROMISE ME MOON AND STARS WE ARE NOTHING WITHOUT THE OTHER. SO IM NOT LEAVING IF I HAVE TO WRITE TO YOU AND LEAVE A FREAKIN LETTER OR CALL I AM. I KNOW SOMETHING FUCKIN WRONG. WHAT WE ARE YES IT IS COMPLICATED AND NOT WAY OF THINGS BUT I DO ANYTHING FOR YOU. THIS SHIT CHILDISH. YOU FUCKIN PROMISE J. They all leave me and you promise you won't" I stumble to my knees and hold onto my face with my hands and cried. I can't hate her even when I wanted to I can't. I cry and cry to the point my sweat and tears were blending into one.

Slowly getting up I look at the house once time. I lost. I lost over something so stupid. Crazy as it is if I could go back knowing what I know I still won't take that duck fuckin drug. I would just fight more so Janet wouldn't.

" No quicksand " I whisper before I walk off in defeat.

At work I didn't move much I just sat there listening to Casey about how Ethan couldn't make it something about going to the urgent care next town over. Casey was pleased because it meant she could leave early. Cleaning up the back exam rooms I recognize the towel Ethan used when she got attack day before. FUCK IT. I Peak before I snoop over to the magnifying glass and cup a piece of the towel and took a look. I tried squeezing my eyes but it wasn't close enough DARN I crushed at myself as I ruffle my hair through my hands. Biting the corner of my lip I look over for something anyway. JACKPOT. I rushed over and bent down to go through old equipment until I found the microscope that I remember Ethan told me about when I first started helping out. Sometimes about it not working right but if there one thing I was work with what you got a type of girl. It is I tap the metal table till the light came on. Grabbing the piece of the towel I place it over and fetch my glasses out my chest pocket and kiss my eyes to the lends. At first, it looks right till I saw a few things in the corner that didn't look quite right. The light kept flicking above me with an annoying buzz. Was it stupid yes but who said I was smart. More I tried to focus louder the buzz got. Till the office phone ring making me jump out my damn skin with a loud final act scream. AHHHH.

After a second to realize it was the phone, I quickly answer it. Hello, I said slightly out of breath. I heard heavy breathing. I repeated my self. Still nothing but heavy breathing. This isn't funny I said about to poop a golden egg. Still, it was heavy breathing. I can't hear you breathing I said looking around second-guessing every life decision I ever made. I gonna hang up I said but something stops me. Three words. No QUICKSAND. My eye widens Janet. I scream into the phone for her a bit excited and more so worried. But all I got was a dial tone I tried to call her but she didn't answer.

Each night around the same time the same message those three words. Of course, I tried to make her say anything else but no. My mind races trying to figure it out till each time I came to the same conclusion, she did not want my help or worst she could not ask for it.

I tap my foot as I look at my planner trying to figure out what to wear for my date with KP today. Strawberry favor purple teddy bear he got me on our first date sat on my lap between my thighs. He did tell me much but just it was a casual date no restaurant this time. We need that a few times when he was in school ones out of town. I liked those I could be anyone I wanted to be even though I could only drink the bottled water and had to bring omg own food. If they didn’t have things like organic apples. The third one we did he told me of his dream ones that included me. I like those a lot. Even after the two years when he went off to the army to take down the bad guys. Each letter you write adventures about life we were gonna have. I told him I didn’t care just wanted him there to hold me and love me. Stupid I know but stuck in a small town you can get caught up in those dreams.

After a few minutes of debating I pick up my feet push and turn around and around in my chair holding the hand of teddy. Hoping off after a few turns around I click on my radio and just decide to go with the flow whatever I was feeling. REMEMBER A DAY BY PINK FLOYD starting to play. I bop my head and shake my hips as I look through my denim.

Remember a day before today

A day when you were young.

Free to play alone with time

Evening never comes.

Toss a blue denim skirt with a beach wave cut on the bottom and round bottoms on the front. I lose myself in the beat that was creeping through my soul. Singing off-key look over my shoulders and pull out short sleeves stripe blue and black with a hint of the orange shirt.

Climb your favourite apple tree

Try to catch the sun

Hide from your little brother’s gun

Dream yourself away

I walk backward as I sang with my teddy in my hands the outro plucking out my round black shades to complete the outfit. Licking my lips I look into the mirror with items place in front to imagine how it would look. Something was messing I look behind and saw one of his old button-ups he left one night he stayed. Taking I deep breath in I look up to my ceiling knowing if things go well maybe I go a step forward. Or maybe not.

He came at exactly at 12 o clock. Rolling up in his 2010 Black Ford Raptor with the music blasting. I hope up without thought ran over as soon as it stops. Before I could get in I saw a few blankets on the passenger seat. Peaking up I saw him staring at me with those intoxicating midnight eyes that match his thick cut on side and swoosh in the front black hair. That I love to tug and play with between my dainty fingers. His smile was so wide that it shows off his perfect pearly whites. Reaching closer I smile into a kiss and I felt a lift as he pulls me in and into his lap. To deepen our kiss the taste of his toothpaste and hint of orange juice he must have had before coming over. Recently he taught me the fun of French kissing and art of a tongue. Pulling his bottom lip with my teeth I glance at him his strong muscular hand grip tight to my thigh.

“ Looks like someone wearing my clothes again” He said rubbing little patterns on my thigh with his index finger.

“ Want me to take it off and give it back. Baby” I asked playfully. With one last glance and shook his head no and tilt his head to look at me.

“ You know it drives me crazy seeing you wear my stuff. Let’s not forget the football jersey incident” he reminded me. It was 1st time I allow him to fell my thigh and butt. Thought alone brought a heat running down my body. Something Janet told me was normal. Playing with his hair I look down at what he was wearing. Black jeans with a red t-shirt an leather jacket.

“ So this the big date. Just sitting in your car. I could have told my parents we were staying for lunch then” I said playing with the collar of his jacket.

He ponders the question for a bit before he started to laugh. Picking me up he helps me over to the passenger seat. Left his right hand on my thigh and drove off with his left hand. After a few minutes, I wrap my hand with his and lean back and look at him as he drives. Few times he will peak over even throwing me a silly face which I then gave a few my own. Got to a light I peak out to the street. Crazy for a Saturday the usual busy with folks at the town square or at the farmer market that would be along Main Street it was pretty much close to deserted. Looking back as we drove off I sat back and ponder about it.

“ Did Bucks say anything about not having his produce today?” I asked.

“ Huh yeah sweetie it was postponed. Something happened to some of his vegetables. Think some kids piss on them. There also that beauty pageant in San Pedro. Took a bus over to watch” He said to bring my hand to kiss.

“ Yea yea I forgot. You know with Ethan gone. I feel like I’m working all alone forgetting the days. Where we going “ I asked.

“ Don’t worry we almost there. Would you put that scarf around your eyes it a surprise? Isaac” he said.

I took the red plaid scarf and wrap it around my eyes. The realization was starting to dawn on me besides our movie dates or him staying with me at night. This was our first date since he came back. Worried wasn’t even the word for it my whole body became snuffled with nerves. My mouth was dry and my neck felt warm.

“ Hey hey you okay,” he asked with a serious tone. I nod yes and hold on to his bicep tight.

“ Sorry just excited. Is all” I whisper holding on.

I didn’t know where I was but I felt the ground being a bit rough against my converse. One hand-grip tight to his other feeling my way. I could feel the moisture from the air and leaves. Before u even lifted the scarf I knew we were at our special hideout in Lover Lane.

Close behind me, he squeezed my shoulders gently as he whispered words of sweet nothing. I felt like Alice walking through wonderland. What if I look clearly through the darkness between the glitter and tiny rainbows I could find mad hatter drinking morning tea or the queen of hearts out by her garden w brush covered in red paint. Endless wonders who will I be would I be Alice full of innocence and wonder, the white rabbit who always running with of anxiety, Chester cat who full of the finger brings back cross and a smile with a bit of darkness inching to come back or maybe just a poor bystander. Most say I could pick out those three or add one in but today I didn’t know.

The blindness of the light brought me back from that rabbit hole of thoughts. Blinking a few times to adjust I saw a blur of trees and blue sky. It was beautiful right in the middle among all the flowers and grass was a big red planet blanket with a wicker basket in the center.

“ Surprise My Ama. Like it” KP said with a huge grind with his hands stretch out as far as possible. I didn’t know tears were coming down till KP came over to kiss them away. I hold his hand tight and kiss his hand before kissing each finger and look deep into his deep space eyes.

“ Did I do something why are you crying?” KP said a bit worried. I felt my lips playing peek a boo with teeth. I wish I knew why I was crying. I don’t even know anymore.

Instead of the truth I pull KP by hand and pull him onto the blanket before I let go and lay across. I curl my finger and motion for him to come over to sit by me. He lay his head on my lap. Right by edge of my skirt and he help right with his head facing my lower stomach. Playing with his hair between my fingers I came close and kiss his forehead gently. He holds me close and mumbles something. Maybe today I’m Alice before she found that hole.

The sun felt so good again my smooth rich terra- cotta skin. My hair was slip to the side taking in the sun raises. I could here KP reading from his old worn-out copy of The Last Man in the background still laying on my lap. He always had a fascination with Pre-American Gothic and an unseen classic from popular authors. Could read anything that was calming may you forget the world around you and drunk of his voice capturing his presence. Once he read House of Leaves to me when we were both in head and sound like a lullaby.

What is there in our nature that is forever urging us on towards pain KP read.

I bent down in front of the book to block any of the words and cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him. Putting the book beside him he returns the kiss and pulls in deeper and turns me over to he was on top. My head rests on my honey scent shampoo hair. I could smell the woody scent of his Guilty Pour Homme Spray by Gucci he always put on. He moves his hand to crest cheek eyes match my woods brown eye with his. I could feel something hard pressuring against my thigh. With a sigh, I look at him and then down. Once again. As if he could read my thoughts he slowly pulls away.

“ Should probably not continue this before we are both in trouble huh baby?” KP said in his deep chocolate voice. I slowly nod and place my hands against his side and rub it against the pants being the only thing stopping me to go further. I need an escape something to stop my thoughts stop me from jumping face-first onto the hole. I felt moving his hips with movement with my palm. Kiss trace down my neck gently I curve into his touch wanting more. God, he knew how to make this girl feel good. His hands while rough with warn and tares always was gentle. Without thought I let out a sigh as we continue till out nowhere I thought I heard some birds. A lot of birds. Opening my eyes corner of my sight I see a family of birds flying in a flock west of me. I bent my head back as I follow the birds until they disappear. My mind drifts off to where they were going what would they do once they are there.

“ Ama I gotta tell you something alright something very important and I need you to listen can you do that” KP asked as he kisses my neck some more. I nod and mouth yes.

“ You know when I left I thought I was strong I thought I was brave. I wanted to protect you so badly from all evil all darkness I went onto war. But honestly, it’s not what I thought baby. The world we live in full of chaos more I tried to fix it stay in line I found my self missing you thinking what if I stay with you” KP said and continue to kiss me between my chest. Feeling brought old feelings I haven’t felt in more a year ago.

“ This world needs order. And I can’t do it all alone. Many nights I was barley holding thinking of ending my life but I got your letters and face times. If it wasn’t for you I will be lost in this huge empty world. I have been thinking and well what if after you graduate we leave pack all your shit and leave. Nothing d holding us back” KP said. I blink and look at him he stops kissing me and look back up at me with huge night sky eyes. I could hear some strange noises from behind me. KP was still speaking and all I could do was stare at him with drunk haze eyes.

“ Would you run off with me?” KP asks turning to go get up to look at me. No words can describe the look in his eyes passion fear worry lust doubt. Galaxy with million and one thoughts hiding in plain sight. Could I leave and blindly follow him into the unknown future. FUCK YEAH, I WOULD that promised I gave him so long ago.

Before I could say anything everything happens in a flash. The gravity pull was distracted in a minor of seconds. I felt him pushed my down covering me with his chest I look and I could feel something wet. Stumbling back on the blanket my breath gets shorter and I start to feel dizzy my fingertips were numb I felt like the more I tried to breathe more I fell deeper into the darkness. Then were the two muscle arms scooping me up from behind?

“ ISAAC ISSAC AMA AMA BABY BABY LOOK AT ME. Come one before you go into shock “ KP shout out. I look away from the body and at him. His thick finger covers my flushed cheeks. I slowly start to nod and look back at the body.

“ Is he.... is he dead we gotta do -“ I stop as I could see man chest rising a bit he was saying something. I let go and slowly follow the mumble I was a foot away before I felt a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I couldn’t freak out not like before a deep breath in I slowly turn back around.

“ Not safe. Take my phone get services and called for help” KP said in his deep savior voice he does when he serious. I glance back at the body. It gosh out blood to point you couldn’t tell where the actual puncture wound was. Where was it that was gonna be on his death certificate. From where I was it looks like his had puss and some strange black markers. He spoke to me but I did not answer him instead I remain quite till I heard the 911 operator.

“ He Hello. Yes huh, this is huh Amaryllis Isaac Smith I’m with my boyfriend Kindred Phillip” I could hear KP be reaping the word deputy. I nod and look at him he was hovering over the body almost studying it. “ Deputy Sargent Phillip. We are huh mm KP where are we” I stop and scream again where are we.

“ Lover Lane South East entranced a quarter-mile away from the lake. TELL ME THE PEEK A BOO SPOT they will know” He shoot out.

I repeated words word by word what he said. I heard the words by I couldn’t answer.

“Yes, there a man baby hurt. PLEASE HURRY” I said. Placing my hand to the phone I look at KP. “ Is he breathing KP “ I shout out. I couldn’t see one of his hands he was knee down to the body his back facing me. I waited but he didn’t answer just slowly got up and brush his hands on his thighs and grab the phone.

“ He dead. We wait to cops come. Maybe an ambulance my girl she a bit shook up. That’s okay Baby ... Baby” KP asked looking down at me. I couldn’t breathe anymore my hands wrap around his broad shoulder for my dear life my right cheek pushed onto his chest till I could hear his heart. Far away by the now dead body, I saw flames surrounding it. Tears gently fell more flames the closer I pulled into him till my vision was blur form fabric of his shirt. With one last breathe I was free-falling down that hole.

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Piano Sonata - (1/2)

Genre: angst & fluff

Pairing: female reader x Huang Renjun

Words: 3.4k

Warning: none

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long but I am usually working on mobile and there are much more limits than on desktop so yeahh THERE’S A SECOND PART WITH MUCH MORE FLUFF!!!!!! -KP! Enjoy reading!

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Music app. Playlist. Shuffle. ... Piano Sonata. A smile made its way onto your lips after hearing the first tunes. You’ve missed it a lot. The classical music immediately brought out all the emotions hidden deep inside you. You closed your eyes and focused on the music. Since a young teenager you loved hearing the instruments so raw. Especially the piano. The harmony of every note, it was mesmerizing. The emotions that sprung with every second, the imaginary place that appeared in your mind, everything about it brought peace and chaos at the same time.

So for the rest of the morning you only played “Piano Sonata” by Beethoven while having breakfast and then later while cleaning the apartment a little bit.

You sat down with a huff after finishing cleaning, the beautiful piece still playing in the background which gave you the idea to go to a classical concert again soon. You opened your laptop, hands a little sweaty with excitement and started looking for some tickets. “Two or one? Hmmm” You mumbled to yourself and decided to get two tickets. After all it’s always more fun to go to a concert with company. After the tickets were bought, you stared jumping around like a child. Right then it hit you that you have to find someone that would enjoy accompanying you to the concert. Of course your first choice was one of the boys so you quickly made your way over to the dorms after texting Taeyong that you were on your way. ~ “Hello sweetheart!” Taeyong greeted you at the door with a hug after opening the door. You took your coat and shoes off and put your bag next to the body length mirror and then made your way to the living room where the noises were coming from. The tv was on and half of the NCT members where spread out on the sofas and the other half were probably in their rooms. You greeted all of them and were about to sit down on the sofa when Yukhei pulled you on to his lap which made you giggle. It was nothing unusual for you to sit on any of their laps. You knew each other for a few years now and were really close. You were really happy about having close friends like them and being able to be this comfortable with each other made you feel safe. “What got you all so smiley, girly?” Ten asked wiggling his eyebrows which brought you out of your thoughts and made you smile even more. Now all their eyes were directed at you, even Yukhei who moved you so he could see your face. “Well I got two tickets for an upcoming Beethoven concert!” You beamed and they giggled about your excitement. “That’s why I’m here actually. I bought two tickets for the concert because it’s always more fun to go with company and I wanted to ask if any of you would like to go with me? But I don’t want you guys to think you have to or anything! I want you to enjoy the concert too” you asked with your voice getting smaller towards the end of the sentence. “When is the concert?” “It’s in two weeks, on a Friday” You answered hopefully. “Ouw, Y/n well NCT127 will be in Japan next week and we will be there for a while but I would’ve loved to join you”, Sicheng said with a sad smile but you nodded understandingly. “Well I’m not really into classic music but if you don’t find anyone that will enjoy it I don’t really mind coming with you”, Yukhei said sweetly. “It’s ok! I don’t want you to come and be bored for so long”, you said and saw how he was actually glad. “Why don’t you ask the dreamies? They should be upstairs in Jaemin’s room probably gaming” Taeyong suggests which made you nod and go up to the room. Loud noises were coming from the room so you knocked on the door and suddenly it was quiet. After a little ‘yes’ you opened the door and peeked my head in and all the dreamies started being noisy again. “AHHHH NOONA WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!!!!” Haechan screamed and stood up from his spot and pulled you into a tight hug which made you laugh. After everyone greeted you, you made yourself comfortable on the bed next to Jaemin and Renjun, who was on the other side of Jaemin. You watched the others play a video game together and cheered for the boys while laughing. Jisung won the round and started doing his victory dance while Mark was sulking. You all laughed and cheered for Jisung and also comforted Mark a little. And before another round started you sat up a little to talk with them about why you joined them today. “Ok guys I actually came here to ask something” all their eyes were on you again. “I know Haechan and Mark can’t because of their schedules but there’s this Beethoven concert in two weeks and I have two tickets for it and I need someone accompanying me because it’s always more fun with company so I was wondering if one of you would be interested” you said and waited for their answers when Jaemin started talking. “Well Renjun actually likes classic music so, Renjun?” we all looked towards Renjun who got a little flustered after being the center of attention suddenly. “I mean yes of course I do and I would love to accompany you, noona. It’s just I never went to one so I don’t know if I would be a good choice” he said shyly which made you smile. “It’s ok! There’s always a first time! I wouldn’t mind as long as you want to!” You said cheerful. “Ok in that case I would love to!” he said with a sweet smile that reached his eyes. ~ You got ready to sleep after arriving home when you got a text from Renjun. Renjunnie: Hey noona! I was thinking about the concert and what would be a proper outfit? Y/n: hey bubs! A tux would do the work! Renjunnie: Oh okay that sounds good! What will you be wearing if you don’t mind me asking🏻‍♂️ Y/n: of course I don’t mind! I will get a dress but I have no idea what I will get🤧 Renjunnie: ohh ok nice! Renjunnie: I need a tux so if you want we can maybe go shopping together, noona! Y/n: Gsjzhdjs that’d be great! But don’t you have a tux? Don’t get me wrong I love the idea of going to shop with you but don’t you have like lots of tuxes bc of the music shows? Renjunnie: oh no we don’t get to keep those tuxedos/suits! And bc I never needed one outside of the award shows I don’t have one😬 Y/n: ahhh ok! Then I’m really happy that you’ll get your first tux with me!!!! Y/n: okay then when do you think we can meet? Renjunnie: my schedule is pretty free lately so I’m not really busy! Would this Friday work for you? Y/n: yes! Sounds perfect! If you want we can get lunch first and make our way downtown after? Renjunnie: Sounds good to me, noona! Y/n: I’m looking forward to Friday then! I will be going to sleep now! I’m really sleepy. Y/n: so good night junnie! Renjunnie: same here! Night, noona You smiled at his text, he was always so sweet and caring something that made your heart feel warm. You started looking even more forward to Friday and to the concert! You fell asleep into a deep sleep with the concert and a brown eyed, smiley boy on your mind. ~ “Thank you for the meal, noona!” Renjun said while patting his tummy with a satisfied smile decorating his lips. “Of course, junnie! Nothing to thank for! I’m glad you enjoyed it!” You said with a smile on your lips too. You left the diner satisfied with your meal and went to your car. You started the car with downtown as your destination. The car ride there was really nice. The radio was on so you both jammed to the songs that were played and also talked about the color of the dress you were gonna get. You also decided to go to the mall that was downtown instead of walking around between streets. You parked you car into an empty space, close to the entrance and made our way inside. At the info table you looked where the stores are that sell a little more fancy clothing and after taking a pic of the table you started walking towards the escalator up to first floor. Renjun’s tux was definitely going to be easier to find because he wanted something simple so the men store was your first destination. “I think I want a plain black one” Renjun said while looking at himself in the mirror. He had a black tux on with thin grey stripes. He of course looked handsome in the tux but you still agreed with him. He looked at you and asked me what you were thinking, you nodded and told him that you agree with his decision. So he disappeared behind the changing room curtains and started changing into the other tux. Your heart skipped a beat after he left the changing room. “Yes, I think this one looks better. Do you think the size is right?” “I-I agree this one fits you better and the size looks good to me but if you don’t feel comfortable with something then you have to decide for yourself..” Renjun looked a little longer in the mirror and then nodded to himself. “No this one’s fine. I’m taking this one. But I also need some shoes” Renjun said and signed to people working in the store. After 20 min he found a pair of shoes that he liked and fit with his tux. You both were excited about the purchase so your smiles didn’t leave your faces. “Thank you for your honest opinion, noona. If I would’ve went to get a tux with one of the guys I would’ve been in here for another three hours and would’ve ended up not buying a tux” he said and made you both laugh. “Did you decide on the color you’re going to wear?” “Noppe. Not really I think I’ll just see what I find and choose something that I like” you said honestly and he nodded sweetly which made you smile. His caring, sweet nature made you always feel at ease, so it was confusing for you why your brands were sweaty. You always enjoyed hanging out with him, it was peaceful and fun but now it was also exiting. You checked your phone again for the store you wanted to go for the dress and after figuring out where it was, you again made your ways to the escalators. “Oh this dress looks really cute. What do you think, noona?” “It really is cute, Junnie but purple isn’t my color. I look weird in it” Renjun nodded understandingly and started looking for other dresses again. ~ “I think I will go try the dresses on now. I don’t think we have to look further. I have a good feeling with the dark green one” you said after another 30 min of looking for dresses. Renjun again nodded and followed you to the changing rooms and sat down on the comfy chair. You tried on the different dresses and Renjun told you honestly what he thought about them. He was really sweet about it but still honest. What you didn’t get to see was how he fanned his face with his face because of the blush that formed on his cheeks. At the end you couldn’t decide between the dark green dress and the red one. “Oh I got it, noona! You look great in both so you can get both of them!” Renjun said excited which made you laugh and blush at his compliment. “I still have to decide which one I’ll wear to the concert so even if I bought both I would need to choose. So I will only get one, I don’t need two dresses anyway. I don’t attend too many fancy events” you said and he nodded again diving into thoughts. “Ok if you can’t decide, noona and if you don’t mind I’ll just choose one. And I think you should go for the green one” he said and you smiled at him for making the decision. You quickly went to buy the dress. “Let’s get something to drink. My legs are exhausted and I’m thirsty” you said while leaving the store. ~ You stopped the car right before the dorms and turned towards Renjun who was already looking at you. “I had a really nice day, Junnie. Thank you for your help with the dresses. I’m looking really forward to wearing it to the concert” you said a smile not leaving your lips. “Same here, noona. Thank you for the meal and also for your help with the tux. I can’t wait to go to the concert either. We should definitely do something like today again” he said with shiny eyes, your eyes wandered to his lips for a second before you looked up at him with red cheeks and nodded to his offer. You shared a quick hug and then he left the car with his shopping bag. Huang Renjun was sweet, caring, cute, lovely and at the same time he was smart, sassy, and funny. You realized how much Renjun actually grew today. You realized how much taller he was when you hugged him, you realized his shoulders were broader which looked great in his black tux, you realized that his voice was much deeper when he said your name, you realized how his eyes lost a little of innocence which made him look more mature. You realized how this was the second night you were falling asleep with the thought of the brown eyed, smiley boy. ~ Over the next week you met up with the dreamies minus Hyuk and Mark bc they were promoting in Japan just like they planned, it was going well. The dreamies and you watched the stages and cheered for them from the screen and cheered also later when you were calling them. Then the week of the concert came and you got busy. Most of your ‘free’ time was spend on the assignments from uni and also the extra shifts you had at the café. From the little phone calls and texts you knew that the dreamies were enjoying their time which made you happy. On Thursday night you tried finishing all your assignments so you could enjoy the concert without worrying about work even if you had time over the weekend. ~ It was finally Friday, you didn’t have any classes today but you had to work at the café until 5pm. The concert was going to start at 7:30pm which meant that you have to go home, get ready, meet Renjun at 7pm in front of the concert building and all of that in 2h. It was a challenge. With the concert in your mind you worked through the day. You gained motivation and energy just thinking about tonight so you kept on smiling to the customers. “Hey Y/n! I’ll start my shift rn! Have fun tonight!!!” my coworker, Yuri, said which made you smile and after nodding at him you went to change. ~ After arriving home you immediately jumped into the shower. You decided to put your hair up in a neat bun with a few strands hanging down next to your cheeks. Your make up was simple besides your heavy eyes makeup. The eyeshadow matched with your dark green dress. The outfit was finished after you put on your black pumps, black clutch and a golden earrings, necklace and bracelet set of accessories. Looking in the mirror at the entrance, you liked seeing the simple but fancy outfit on yourself. Without properly realizing you imagined Renjun in his tux with his hair styled neatly standing next to you. How would it be to get ready together and leave your place with your hands intertwined. When you realized what you were thinking you immediately shook your head as if the thoughts would leave. A quick look at the time made you leave your place with fast steps towards your car. There was a slight traffic but you still made it to the building a few minutes before seven. You were standing near the entrance when you started feeling how cold the weather actually was. A shiver run down your spine. “Excuse me, Miss, don’t you want to go inside?” the security guard near the entrance said. “Oh, I’m waiting for someone” you said with a thankful smile on your colored lips. “It’s none of my business but I can see you’re cold from back here and you could wait inside where it’s much warmer, Miss” he said with a genuine smile on his face. You smiled back at him, nodded and after thanking him you went inside. Like he said it was much warmer and you already felt better with the warm atmosphere surrounding you. You quickly texted Renjun that you were waiting for him inside and not outside like you guys planned. While texting him you noticed that he was already 10 minutes late. A few people started taking their seats in the hall already so you checked your phone. 7:22, You decided to text Renjun again. Y/n: Renjun are you okay? Y/n: I really hope nothing bad happened! Y/n: if you can’t find me I’m already at the B section. Y/n: wait I’ll call you and I can describe it to you! You touched his icon and started calling him. The phone rang a few times but at the end it went to voicemail. There were only a few more people besides you. 7:27, You tried to call him one more time and after he didn’t pick it up a sigh left your lips. You turned off your phone put it into your clutch and took one of the tickets out to show it before entering the concert hall. You sat down to the right of an empty seat. ~ The music like always was beautiful. Hearing “Piano Sonata” live was so much more intense and raw than at home through the speakers. When your favorite part came you couldn’t help yourself and let a few tears run down your cheeks, probably ruining your make up. The elderly lady on your right side saw you and you shared her tissues while smiling at each other with tears in your eyes. At that moment you really wished Renjun would’ve been there. ~ You turned on your phone while you were in the elevator. There were a few calls from Jaemin which made you worry. While entering your place you called him back. “Hey Jaemin is everything alright? I just saw that you called me” “Oh everything is fine, noona! I called to ask you if you were going to come over. But after it went to voice mail a few times I figured you were at work. I’m guessing you just got home?” “Aha yes I just got home. I’m glad you guys are fine, I’m sorry I couldn’t hang out” “Omg you had to be there tho! Renjun ruined Hyuk!!!! It was crazy!” Ouch, that stung a little. “You have to tell me about the game when we see each other. I want details and please tell me you got Hyuk’s face on camera!” right when yu said that you heard someone else in the background cursing. You heard a faint ‘give me the phone’. “Ah, noona, Junnie wants to talk to you. Bye” “Bye, nana” you said and took a deep breath. “Hey noona, I’m so extremely sor-“ “Jun it’s ok don’t worry about it” “Please noo-“ “Jun please lets not do this right now. It has been a long day and I’m exhausted” “Okay noona. I’m sorry” “I know. Goodnight, Renjun” “Good Night, noona” You ended the call and the tears started running down your face like a waterfall again. (To be continued...)

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Seven Weeks

Fandom: Timeless Pairing: Lyatt (Lucy/Wyatt) Rating: T+ (language, angst, feeling, moral dilemmas, etc) A/N: Ooops I wrote another Timeless thing because - why the fuck not? Set in the six weeks between season 1 and 2 plus a bonus week after.

Also each section is 100 words exactly and each week sequentially has 100 more words. This was a writing challenge/exercise to try to get myself out of a big ol’ rut. We’ll see it if helps.

WEEK ONE Pain.

That is all he feels.

All he knows.

There is no ‘getting comfortable’.

There is now.

There was then.

There was her.

These are the three things he knows beyond a doubt.

The greatest of these are her: her eyes, her warmth, his failure.

She may as well be on the other side of the universe for all he can help her now.

If he even can help her.

Is she alive?

He doesn’t know. Yet he does.

She is. She has to be because if she isn’t…

He closes his eyes.

The answer hurts more than his wounds.

..... WEEK TWO ….

He has been injured before.

He is used to pain, but this is different. This is failure.

Failure to complete a mission.

Failure to bring back Jessica.

Failure to keep Lucy safe.

He won’t admit which ones pains him the most even though anyone could guess.

Moving around is easier now, muscles loosening from their permanently braced and locked position, but he is still looking for a fight.

He has ripped his stitches more than once, been threatened by the doctor on staff, but he doesn’t care.

Nothing hurts more than knowing she is out there and not with him.

The haze is lifting. Whatever medication they’d been administering it seems they are now weaning him off and he is only now realizing just how fuzzy everything had been the past two weeks.

It had been a wash of drifting in and out of consciousness, in and out of seeing her play against his eyelids.

Her: Lucy.

Her: Jessica.

He sucks a breath and feels each cracked rib as sharp as if he had just taken a blow.

He breathes again, deeper this time, and focuses on that radiant torment. He understands this kind of pain and he welcomes it.

.....

WEEK THREE

….

They have stopped trying to patch him up, the doctor and nurses.

He doesn’t want them to.

Agent Christopher gives him worried looks tempered only by the maternal knowledge that this is something only time can heal.

Time.

He’d laughed the first time he had heard the details of his mission with Mason Industries. It had been the first time he’d laughed since Jessica. He is not laughing now.

He can feel time around him like a vice keeping him place, keeping him from Lucy.

She is out there, but he is here, and that is what is killing him.

Rufus is here, too.

And Jiya.

And he supposes that could be a boon if he let it but as it is it feels more like a pebble in his shoe - a grain of sand in his eye - than anything.

Maybe he’s being some shade of selfish, but that does not change his feelings. Seeing them reminds him of who’s missing.

They are here.

They are safe (well as safe as any of them can be) but he does not want to be safe. Not when Lucy is out there in Rittenhouse’s dark embrace.

Not when he cannot protect her.

Jiya’s hand lingers on Rufus’s shoulder and Wyatt tries to not let it irritate him. They should be happy. He wants them to be happy, but maybe he wants to be happy too.

He hasn’t felt that way, like he might actually deserve to feel something beyond lingering numbness, since Jessica’s murder. He knows that he won’t feel that way again until Lucy is back.

He has to get her back.

He breathes deeply, relishes the pain that lingers. It keeps him sharp, focused, in the endless monotony of the bunker.

Rufus kisses Jiya’s cheek.

Wyatt looks the other way.

….

WEEK FOUR

.....

Weeks are one thing, months are something entirely different.

Weeks are manageable.

Weeks are simple.

Months are endless.

Months are torture.

Seven days are nothing compared to thirty (he does not remember sunlight). He can’t help but pick at the scabs on his arms, his torso, his back. He is itching a scratch deeper than what lives on his skin and he kind of hopes it gets infected.

He kind of hopes he dies.

It’d be easier.

It’d be.

But then Lucy would be out there alone, and Rufus, too. He cannot do that to them.

He grabs his Neosporin.

He keeps an empty bed for her in his room (never assumes she will want to share his bed, never could even entertain the thought). It just sits there across from his, made and waiting with his best sweats folded in the corner.

If she wants to find another corner of the bunker that will be fine.

If she wants to wear Rufus’ clothes, or Jiya’s, that would be fine too.

He just wants her taken care of, no matter what. No matter by whom.

It takes more than a few days to convince himself that this is the truth.

“When do you think The Lifeboat will be back online?”

He’s asked this question before, will ask it again.

"Hello to you, too." Rufus looks up from a pile of papers covered with numbers, lines, and graphs. His eyes are bloodshot.

"Do you think it will be soon?"

Rufus sighs not dismissing Wyatt's brusqueness but also realising he won't get what he's looking for. They are all too tired to fight right now.

"I want her back, too."

The hair on the back of Wyatt’s neck stands up.

“Whatever. I just want to get the hell out of this hole.”

The empty bed in his room taunts him.

Like a bully poking his chest on the playground.

Like a feast behind glass and he’s starving.

Every day it sits empty reminds him that Lucy still isn’t there, but he leave it anyway. He refuses to touch it.

He wants her to know when he brings her back that he’d never given up on her.

He will never give up on her, knows she will never give up on him.

He lies on his side each night (he still can’t lie on his back) and pretends he can hear her breathing.

.....

WEEK FIVE

….

Time is not a healer.

Time is a numbing agent.

The wounds still exist even if you do not feel them the same way you did at first, and he does. He feels each tear, each cut, as if it is fresh.

Each:

Not yet.

Every:

Not now.

Cut differently than it did before.

He’d been on missions before. He’d been cut off from those he’d sworn to protect, but never like this - never on the run. He itches to prove himself.

He itches.

When Rufus tells him there is blood on the back of his shirt he ignores him.

There are lots of things to be done in the bunker, it’s just that he’s not equipped to do any of them.

He cannot do physics. He cannot factor equations around the space/time continuum. He’s not good at welding - especially not the precision work needed for The Lifeboat. One time when they were dating he had helped Jessica add her favorite song to her MySpace account (Little Moments by Brad Paisley), but he’s miles from a computer whiz. He does not understand quantum anything.

It’s driving him insane.

It’s driving everyone else insane too and he can feel it.

He walks in on Rufus and Jiya in the shower and has never been more thankful for a cinderblock wall.

“Sorry.” He mumbles as he ducks out.

Ten seconds later a dripping wet Rufus is out in the hall with him, sputtering and probably hard beneath the towel clutched at this waist but Wyatt keeps his eyes trained at the ceiling.

"Dude. Knock much?"

"There's a chair in there, right?"

Rufus nods, not following.

“Put it in front of the door. Then if open the door and hit it - I know that you are hitting - well - that."

He walks away

In one of the small rooms of the bunker there is an old-timey exercise bike where the handlebars pump the pedals as much as the pedals pump the handlebars and he finally knows what it feels like to be a hamster.

He rides that thing for hours, gears grinding, bearings squeaking, and it still hardly takes the edge off. He does push ups until his arms fail and he collapses on the (disquietingly and somewhat disgustingly) damp floor.

Still.

He tells himself it is better than the alternative - even if he is not entirely sure what that could possibly be.

At night (even if there’s no day or night underground) he lays on his side in bed and thinks about her smile. He thinks about its brilliance, how it barely fits in the delicate confines of her face. He hadn’t noticed it at first. He’d been to focused on ignoring everything about her, but it had been for naught.

He had noticed.

The first time he did it hit him like a tidal wave, full force and fatal. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen someone smile with their entire body.

Actually, he can.

He doesn’t sleep that night.

.....

WEEK SIX

…..

The showers smell like sulfur. The whole bunker does and he not certain that this is not hell.

He is not certain of most things these days.

He supposes that’s to be expected when one has gone through what he has, but still. He can feel himself splitting into pieces. He can feel his skin shrinking around him until he cannot move - cannot breathe. Everything is too tight, too bright. Slamming his fist into the molding tile seems like the only sane option.

His bloody knuckles seem to be of a different opinion.

Jiya looks scared.

Good.

He’s scared, too.

Connor Mason may be brilliant, or have been brilliant, or may be brilliant again but as far as Wyatt is concerned he can go suck an egg. If he’d had the common sense to just leave time alone, to leave the past in the past then he would not feel like this.

He would not feel.

He’d be back to floating in the blissful indifference of not caring what happened to anyone.

He’d be free.

So when Mason burns dinner again on his turn for KP duty is all Wyatt can do to not shove a spatula down his throat.

There is more than one way to skin a cat.

There is more than one way to break a man.

The idea of freedom is so much worse when you don’t actually have it - when you cannot walk through the doors shut around you.

He tries at first to obey, to abide, but he can feel her mouth - her sliding through his fingers - and he won’t break this promise. He’s broken too many. He won’t break this one, not while he is still breathing.

He doesn’t mean to rip the grinder from Rufus’ hand - but then again maybe he did.

At one point the idea of being court-martialed would have scared him shitless, but now it almost fills him with relief. He has his toe on the line and he’s so close to stepping - no - leaping to the other side that his body hums with possibility.

Agent Christopher seems to think that her words will keep him there, that she has any sway, and he’ll let her think that.

Truth is the only reason he doesn’t take that elevator to the surface is that he knows that Lucy is alive and Rufus is close and he’s bringing her back.

To see her again is like he’s been a man underwater: heavy, weighted, unable to move freely. He’d imagined her face so many times, had fought to keep her alive despite protests, but to see her - to know she is alive and all right - it is more than he can bear.

When she goes to hug Rufus he is not jealous but he does not like it.

He wants to hold her forever.

He never wants to let her go.

He must, however. Her resolve is strong and he knows she is right.

That does not, however, make it easier.

He doesn’t hate guns. In fact, he is quite fond of them. He does, however, hate guns when they are pointed at Lucy. Something deep and dark tightens in his chest and it is all he can do to not explode.

He wonders how many shots he can get off in a second (three), which shots he should take (Emma, Lucy’s mom, the target), which shots she’d want him to take (none) and he is paralyzed.

No one has ever clouded his focus like this.

It’s no small miracle they make it out together once more.

But, somehow, they do.

.....

WEEK SEVEN

…..

Her eyes are wide and glassy when they land in the bunker. All the things that have become so common, oppressive, are new to her and he guides her by the shoulders to the showers. Agent Christopher is there but he shakes her off.

Now’s not the time.

Lucy is small, somehow smaller than he remembered, and he wonders if she has lost weight.

He sets his clothes on the shower wall along with some soap Jiya has given him and leaves her be.

He leans his head back against the outside wall, listens to the water running, and wants.

He has imagined her so many times on that empty bed that he is tempted to pinch himself to believe she is really there. The thing that makes it real is how she sits. Normally she holds herself with such poise but now she is curled into herself.

His sweats dwarf her.

She looks like a child.

It takes everything inside of him not to crush her to him but to give her space.

He swallows the need to shield her from everything she is feeling, knows there is no way he can.

He knows grief when he sees it.

He can hardly breathe when he holds her. She takes his breath away. He gladly gives it as if somehow his breath can staunch her bleeding. As if, somehow, his breath can suck out the venom of her parent’s betrayal.

It’s wishful thinking but he will try. Dammit.

She turns his face, her mouth a breath away from his, and he knows this isn’t what she needs. She’s hurting.

She’s confused.

A hookup is not what she needs even if every cell of his body is screaming to just fall into it - to let it happen.

Then, Jiya walks in.

She blames herself for not stopping Rittenhouse. Everyone tells her otherwise, but he knows she doesn’t hear. He knows she is cataloguing each step she took that led them here.

“I should’ve killed him.” She says when they are alone. “I had the chance but I hesitated. Now who knows what he’ll do.”

She doesn’t do well with the future tense. She’s wired for the past.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Will we?” Her eyes are glass plates and he’s falling into them.

“We will.”

Cold comfort, and he wants to hold her. He wants to kiss her.

Instead, he leaves.

He keeps his distance then not because he wants to be away from her but because being close to her is dangerous. He is kerosene. She is a spark. Together they will set this whole place on fire.

Besides, he cannot spend every waking moment with her.

That is impractical.

Instead he hovers in the background, listening to Jiya and Agent Christopher cypher through the Rittenhouse data they have uncovered - finding pressure points - charting missions. He visits his exercise bike. He showers. Come nightfall he knows there will be no avoiding her though.

He is already anticipating, dreading, that moment.

“You’re in love with her.” He’s playing Go Fish with Rufus for the thousandth time.

“Got any twos?” He pretends not to hear just as he had on the western front.

“You literally crossed centuries to go get her and you really want to play cards with me?”

Rufus has that omnipresent crease between his eyebrows. Wyatt thinks about making a botox joke but doesn’t.

“So - twos or no?”

Rufus tosses his cards onto the table and stands up.

“I've got a ‘you better go take care of Lucy because she needs you, you idiot’.”

For once, Wyatt is speechless.

She’s awake when he comes back into their room, curled knees to her chest on her bed.

He swallows.

“Lucy.” His voice is lower than expected and he never saw her coming.

Before he can flinch she’s on him, arms snaking around his neck and he is defenseless against her. His lips catch her hair, her temple, her cheek, her mouth and he feels her melt. He feels how much she trusts him, he trusts her.

He doesn’t fight it.

She buries her face in his chest and he holds her.

For the first time in years - he is happy.

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#lyatt #timeless #raven loves timeless #raven writes timeless #lucy preston #wyatt logan #rufus carlin #jiya #timeless nbc #timeless fanfic

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notgonnarememberthis · 7 years

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Beautiful- Chapter 5

I’m so sorry for the extended absence I’ve had a ton of stuff on my shoulders lately. First things first, I had another set of exams for college and then I started this new series called The Gifted (by the way I totally recommend to everyone). Finally I’ve settled enough to punch out another chapter.

Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter I’m actually hella proud of it. The first part of this chapter was inspired by James Veitch is a Terrible Roommate if you haven’t seen it yet, I 1000% recommend it’s so funny and it just reminded me so much of Joanlock that I couldn’t help but write it in.

To Sherlock’s credit they hadn’t had an interesting case in about a month. It’s honestly a miracle that he’s made it this long without any of his usual shenanigans. Normally at this point he would’ve conducted an experiment involving explosions or a case study on Watson’s behavior at different intervals based on how much sleep she could get to function to the best of her ability. Not that he didn’t have substantial research on the subject already, more research could never hurt though.

It starts out with one. Watson’s lip quirks up as they pass a tiny display at the grocery, it’s a stack of rubber ducks carefully stacked in a pyramid. It’s an impulse buy not that he looks back at it but it made her smile so in the end it was worth it. It quickly becomes a game to test her observational skills. One day the duck disappears from its usual precipice on the shelf just below her products. If she notices its disappearance she doesn’t mention it.

However hours later he hears her call from downstairs, “Sherlock why was the duck in the cereal box?” To simply put it he’d moved her favorite cereal 3 inches to the left after sticking the duck inside. She should’ve noticed a lot sooner but at the same time he hadn’t heard her pad down the stairs until a mere 45 minutes ago.

Then it strikes him that he hasn’t pushed her to her top level annoyance in far too long. He almost misses her screaming his name from the other side of the Brownstone. So he buys more rubber ducks. With his devious plan now in action he changes their orientation every day when he’s sure she’s either not home or in deep slumber. One day he arranges them as if two are getting married, then in a cult like circle around a tube of toothpaste, even draping two of them in shreds of toilet paper as mummies for Halloween. His particular favorite was when he managed to perfectly recreate the scene from Titanic after the boat sinks.

After all of this effort there’s still no reaction. To his shock and appall, she didn’t even address the ducks. By all logic by now he should’ve at least gotten a smile out of her but no. So he ups his game purchasing a load of them for a shockingly cheap price off this Amazon user SpookyBoi. Three days later a box filled with 95 rubber ducks is delivered to Marcus’ home. He couldn’t very well set the delivery for the Brownstone lest Watson find it while he’s not paying attention.

So he sets up his new mission carefully setting up the ducks as if they’re crawling out of the drain itself. He barely even used a third of the ducks in the box so of course he already begins planning his next attack in case Watson doesn’t bring up the ducks yet again. Sure enough not even a peep from her even though when he returns they’re visibly moved after her shower.

Fine if she wants to play that way.

It takes 3 hours but he expands his mission having them crawl from the drain, up the side of the tub, out over the side, to the other side of the bathroom in rows of 10 until they narrow reaching a significantly larger duck wearing a crown. He’s not going to admit how much money he actually spent on this display but it’s oh so worth it when his phone buzzes late one night.

We need to talk about the ducks -JW

Ducks? -SH

Don’t play coy with me. I couldn’t shower this morning because I had to move over 100 of those stupid ducks. -JW

Srry. No more tiny ducks. Prmse. -SH

Honestly she should’ve caught onto the loophole right then and there but shockingly she didn’t. Only an hour later Gregson calls with reports of a triple homicide. He takes a separate cab excusing to Watson that he had to meet with Alfredo really quick and he’d meet her at the scene of the crime in about an hour. Rather he makes a quick trip to the local bath store and purchase 5 ducks about the size of a laptop. He positions them and he’s off to the crime scene.

You said no more ducks. -JW

I said no more tiny ducks. -SH

I’m meeting my mom for dinner tonight. When I get back I want all of the ducks gone. I don’t care how. It happens or I make your life hell -JW

His disappointment at the end of their game is met with a tiny bit of thrill at her threat. He still wants to see how far he could push her. He wants to get that oh so pleasant shout. Cn I kp 1? -SH

One. -JW

:) -SH

It takes him 2 hours and an air pump but the trap is set long before Watson walks in the door. The large inflatable duck takes up ⅔ of the bathroom and is positioned facing the door. He tries not to bounce with excitement as soon as she announces her presence with a sigh and the loud shut of the door.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She says, exhaustion evident in her tone. He nods not turning to face her lest he gives away the surprise.

He begins counting the seconds until finally,

“Sherlock!” Her voice calls in frustration. He bounds up the stairs two at a time, a giant smile plastered across his lips. She’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, eyes flashing with fury. He’s hit suddenly by how nice she looks. Her makeup is done carefully, hair draped over her shoulders in loose perfect curls, black dress hugging tightly to her figure without being suggestive. She marches over to him and he notices how much shorter she is without her heels on. She barely comes up to his shoulder. “Do you think this is funny?” She seethes, yet beneath the anger he swears he sees a bit of a spark in her eyes, a challenge.

“Quackers.” He answers with a smirk.

“I warned you.”

“No you said I may have one.”

“I didn’t mean one that takes up half of the bathroom!” She steps forwards moving to push him back but he catches her wrists.

“You should’ve been more specific. I thought you would’ve learned after the tiny ducks.” Her chest swells with an angry breath. He’s suddenly aware of how close she’d advanced in her attempts to push him and the fact that he’s still holding her. He drops her wrists quickly but it’s too late. Memories of that night sweep over him once more. How he’d held her wrists above her head, how he’d pressed her against the wall lips buried in her throat, the way her nails scraped down his bare back.

She moves away quickly back into the bathroom, snatching a pair of scissors from the sink. With a quick slash the duck is torn and is quickly deflating. “Take your duck so I can shower.” It isn’t a request, rather a command. He obeys taking the limp yellow body and dragging it into the hall. The bathroom door slams in his face and he sends a quick text.

Need 2 tlk nw. Emrgncy.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Alfredo arrives at the Brownstone much faster than Sherlock anticipated, knocking frantically on the door. He yanks it open, his former guide’s eyes tracing over his form. “Did you relapse.” His voice is harsh and demanding.

“What? No.” Sherlock says defensively.

“Did you almost relapse? You don’t have anything here do you? You know Joan would kill you.”

“Slow down. It has nothing to do with relapse at all.” He visibly settles.

“What’s the emergency then?”

He goes quiet listening for the sounds of the shower. He continues once he’s sure he can hear the water hitting the tub. “I think I may be attracted to Watson.” He says quickly.

“You’re kidding me.” Alfredo scoffs throwing his head back. “I abandoned a client and broke 3 different laws on the road because you think you are attracted to your partner.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re not seeing how much of a problem this is.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” He sighs taking a seat on the couch. He pats the spot beside him inviting Sherlock to sit down. With a roll of his eyes he plops down beside him. “Joan is an attractive woman. Why is this a problem?”

“Because this isn’t the first time.” He mutters under his breath.

“We are not having this talk at 11:30 at night.” Alfredo groans rubbing his hands over his face.

“If you’re not going to be any help”

“I am going to help but I need you to stop with this cryptic shit.” He sits up now, “When did this start.”

“If I tell you it doesn’t leave this room. Not even Watson knows.” He waits until Alfredo nods before continuing. “18 years ago my father took me with him on a business trip to America. I went to a bar while he was at the meeting to have a few drinks. I met this woman, went home with her and we-”

“Please skip the details. I can assume.” Alfredo interrupts putting up his hand.

“Well I told her that my name was Sean. No use in giving my name if we were only going to meet once.”

“What’s the point of this side story.”

“The woman was Watson.”

“You slept with Joan.” Alfredo repeats in shock. Their bubble is broken by the shattering of glass behind them. He spins around and sure enough Watson is there clad in pajamas and her favorite red cardigan. A shattered tea cup lies abandoned at her feet. The water he heard running… It must’ve been the sink. How much of the conversation had she heard?

“You’re Sean.” She whispers in disbelief.

“Shit.” Alfredo mutters.

“Watson.” He’s on his feet approaching her quickly. Her eyes are shining with a new kind of anger, one that reflects disappointment… betrayal.

“Don’t.” She stops him backing away. “You knew. You knew and you didn’t even bother to tell me.” She scoffs.

“Watson.” Another step forwards and another backwards.

“How long did you know.”

“I-”

“How long!” She demands swiping furiously at a spare tear that escaped.

“Since we met.” He whispers in admission. An angry laugh mixed with a sob leaves her lips. She looks away so that he can’t see the tears of humiliation escaping. He steps towards her again taking her arms gently. “I’m sorry. I thought if I told you, you’d leave.”

“Well I found out. What now Sherlock?” She asks bitterly snatching herself from his grip. She hardens herself setting her jaw. “I’m staying at Marcus’ tonight.”

“Watson you don’t have to-”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She snaps. “You don’t get to tell me what to do right now. Got it?” With that she leaves up the stairs to get dressed and packed for the night. Alfredo lingers for only moments before dismissing himself with a quiet apology. She doesn’t say a word as she storms out the door but he can see the angry tears streaming down her cheeks.

The Brownstone aches with silence in her absence.

#joanlock #joan x sherlock #sherlock holmes x joan watson #joan watson #sherlock holmes #elementary #elementary cbs #elementary au #one night stand #one night stand au #or is it

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compo67 · 6 years

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grievously to be pitied

i have Pride and Prejudice on in the background. oh, colin firth. he’s the only Mr. Darcy for me.

omg it’s been such an odd week.

work was surprisingly busy last week, especially on black friday.

on wednesday, i made a small thanksgiving dinner for my dad and his girlfriend. it was simple, just oven baked chicken and veggies, with store bought mashed potatoes and pie. he enjoyed it. :)

on thanksgiving, i had dinner with KP and her family. it was so nice to just show up with taco dip and be a guest.

after dinner and pie, we watched Ghost Brothers, which i love.

black friday, i worked earlier hours and totally didn’t expect us to be so busy so i was very thrown off.

it was a frustrating day for all of us though. very emotional calls. lots of people asking for answers that we can’t give since none of us are medical professionals or psychics.

after work, i took my time getting dressed and ready. i had mcdonalds on the way to my girls’ place because omg no more poultry lol.

i made it out there, got settled in, and they introduced me to the pilot episode of Due South 8D 8D 8D

i’m in love with that show

saturday morning, G and I went out for breakfast, then came back and started prepping the turkeys and food. we listened to a Sawbones episode about conjoined twins. i kept thinking about dean saying siamese twins and sam correcting him. XD

G’s parents come over for thanksgiving every year, that’s the only time i see them so i was excited.

dinner went off without a hitch! my turkeys were delicious and tender, the sides and appetizers were perfect.

and then, pie. omg pie. there were three kinds of pumpkin pie, custard pie, and pecan pie. i only ate pecan--that’s all i could do. but damn.

we talked and enjoyed everyone’s company, it was so lovely.

my sister and i got into a tiff via text because i was just too tired and exhausted from cooking + hosting to go out to an arcade at night

so that sucks. and my mom is not exactly talking to me because i didn’t spend thanksgiving with her

i haven’t spent thanksgiving with her for four years??? sigh

but after G’s parents left, the gals and i settled in for more Due South and we watched three episode of SPN S13

ugh i’m not happy at all with this season

there are glimmers of great moments

but overall, i just think there’s a serious case of lazy, unimaginative writing that falls on tired, old tropes and plots. they’ve beaten the lore and mythology of the show to a shadow of its former self

i also have no interest in any of the new villains or enemies and the twin brother shit was fucking embarrassing

i also hate how cis white male this show has gotten and continues to be, with poc extras or background characters ending up dead quick

osric, i love you though

so i will continue to love the show from afar and enjoy the gifs/stills provided to me by my small corner of fandom

i did show the girls the Night Shifter episode from season two and they loved it, i loved it, it made up for the three episodes of s13

god, i miss kim manners and everything he did for the show

i felt more of a connection to Ronald than to Jack

and i feel like there were consequences and believable flaws back then

this is what happens with a long-running anything

you always get nostalgic for the good old days

lol i like how lydia and wickham basically have a shotgun wedding

today, KP and i saw Howl’s Moving Castle in theaters :D

she bought these tickets for my birthday, so it’s been six months that i’ve been waiting to see this :D :D :D

it was LOVELY

after the movie, i came home and slept for two hours

i finally booked the car and the hotel for Mayo

thank god for credit cards is all i can say

i’ve decided to go alone, since neither my sister nor my mother can be relied on

i’m looking forward to a long drive by myself. it’s been a while

the hotel has a shuttle to and from the hospital so that’s a plus

still nervous about going

i hope to go to the library tomorrow and spend some time there

maybe put in some OT based on how i feel

and then head over to therapy

i kinda want some plans for after therapy, but everyone is working

okay, i should go and actually write XD

i hope y’all had a great holiday and a great weekend <3

#compo67 #season 13 wank #possible spoilers #spn season 13 #personal #authorial rambles

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oceangl1tter · 5 years

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Postpone the future

future things i'm itching to write about:// - INFP and unrequited love: name a more iconic duo - past lovers as colors of my nailpolish - sappy fiction in which i write a happy ending - how many flowers can you stuff in your mouth before you throw up and die of indigestion - new year resolutions: TBD ————————————— First glass://

" HOUSE RULES to keep in mind 1. Do not go into any other rooms except for the restroom and my room 2. Bring enough food to be finished up or you take home whatever is left. 3. Do not open my closet/drawers lol its just my clothes tf? o.O 4. Clean up after yourself.... plS/ run to the damn restroom if u feel like yAK 5. PARTY ENDS 12AM sori pplz mama/papa gots to sleep " As a result of breaking the Golden Rule, the first of rules that had been posted in advance in our private Facebook event, we have been declaratively kicked out. R sneaks in a vomit-session before embarking on our expedition to the nearest boba place that would tolerate the ruckus from 4 hobbling pairs,2 observers, other stragglers lost on the way. It's supposedly a 40 minute walk to TenRen but time doesn't exist when you're trying to stop waddling kids from veering into oncoming traffic.The ranking of most drunk to least goes like this:

S E KC Q R MR DY A M JR, V R, JS, KG

Unfortunately, those burdened with not being shit-faced have been assigned the lovely task of cleaning up spilled drinks (a fizzy coca-cola liter erupts two times, same girl, same stumble, twice the sticky), being a branch for others to hang onto, and emotionally supporting the less-fortunate drunks.

Breaking down the Hot Mess:

S and E pour up as if the red cups in their hands are the equivalent of shot-glasses—this measurement is obviously incredibly off and perhaps the reason why one of them surpasses their breaking point (the other will throw up the remaining Malibu/ Smirnoff in a public trashcan in Atlantic Times Square) But for now, they're hyper, happy, laughing drunks, prancing along the host's bedroom and clinging along people in their path and tearing themselves off like pinballs.

S: Everything seems to be funny. Affectionate & eerily giggly. The next moment she's crying into the host's bed, facedown, emitting ugly sobs through convulses of her body. J is at her side telling her she can't cry into the host's bed and that she'll find someone else who will make her happy, but she has to get up first. She replies with," FUCK HIM!! I NEED HIM! HE MADE ME HAPPY!" This must've been inevitable. Don't drink in the same room with your ex. Another moment, she's pounding on the bathroom door because she has to pee. We broke the first rule. The host's mom comes out of her room later to see what the commotion is all about. She enters the room. Girl on bed, facedown, crying. Guy talking her down. R, taking a lazy nap on the side. Me, standing up with tissues stained coke-brown, red-faced, with my dumb nosering on looking into the eyes of someone that has known me since I was 10. She's on the phone and looks around the room. Concern or anger? I can't tell. I say in Cantonese that everything is fine. She is fine. I don't know how to say "she's not drunk! ! she's heartbroken" but the smell of the room betrays any statement. Kick-out ensues.

E: This happened last time and she always proclaims the day after: "I wasn't that drunk!" The girl has lost all principles of momentum and flops on people's shoulders, anchoring her arm around necks. She drinks the same amount as S + the leftover bottle of Malibu. Her layer of introversion is gone as she lunges around the room with cup in hand. On our way to boba in the dark, she strides in zig zags with confident, imprecise steps. R runs after her.

KC: Her original state is a high-pitched buzz of energy and it seems like alcohol multiplies that tenfold. She whacks S's left eye with her hand on accident. E whacks S's right eye with her foot on accident. She calls E fat and then apologizes. Later, she cries because she is sad. She loves everyone. She loves you. She loves her friends. She loves everyone, especially you. S, E, and KC are trio drunks. KC and I started out next to eachother drinking Calpico. I can't pinpoint when the trajectory split.

Q: She is a flirty, artificial drunk and at this point I'm over it. I saw the same thing unfold in Berkeley except with her boyfriend added into the equation. Not fun. Everyone else ignores her. She lays on the bed texting him.

R: R is a sleepy-drunk and he's knocked out first. I'm not sure how he was able to sleep through the loud singing of the national anthem and random indian music someone put on. I tell wide-eyed observers that this is signs of an alcoholic in the making. He pets S's hair as she cries into neatly folded blankets. On our way to boba I've been tasked with handling his inhibition. I am his crutch for the first half. The second half he is pushing me in an abandoned shopping cart and topples it over a bump in the sidewalk. My backpack, thankfully, protects my head from cracking open like an egg. Later on he grips my balled up hand and tries to unfold my fingers forcefully as if he could peel them out of the curled fist position. His hands feel like demands instead of sheepish drunk maneuvers. They don't feel sweaty but they're not warm either. We can't do this. I am shaking my head and curling my mid-sentences up as if I were scolding some dog. I don't let anyone hold my hand! Not even my mom! I say matter-of-factly. After wrestling it for a few moments he gives up.

New Years pt.1 / 11-12:// —————— J KM A S Q D KC R MR KG

New Years I had decided that I was sick of cleaning up after sick people and decided that it was up to me to be the agent of my own shitface-ness. I arrive an hour before countdown. Early enough to not be missing out on the fun but late enough to have enough of it. I hadn't gone to this point before of not being able to coordinate the joints in my legs and how they are supposed to move together. I feel like a mannequin moving the different wooden blocks of my body. My cruise through the living room is stop-motion movement at 6 frames per second. I ask KG if that means I have meningitis and if that means I will die because I heard from my sister some girl when she was in highschool shared drinks, caught some virus and forgot how to walk afterwards. I took the shots and I also took shots, so do these shots cancel out?? My heart is beating so fast? Will I die? These are fleeting worries as I engage in a heavily regulated sequence of sitting on the floor, mulling on my phone, and sashaying across MR's house to the beat of the music with a cup of water and Soju in my hands for optimal simultaneous intake. I love MR's floor. I could have a ball in here. Loopy thoughts in my head spill out of my drink. I love that drunk words and actions never mean anything. I'm seated next to D in the kitchen under dim lights when I blurt out that I hate f***ots. I'm laughing and laughing and Laughing and Sipping on my Cup. D laughs along in shock and tells me to stop. I lazily say I must be projecting.

Some in-betweeners: (11) I stop KP and KC from having their New Years Kiss because we are NOT changing teams right now while drunk and/or heartbroken and I slice their SIN with my hands. Checkmate, athiests.

(11 1/2)

(12) J envelopes me in a big bear hug he has a knack for doing and I don't understand why he is hugging me when he does not even know me. I'm being consoled as I empty my lungs in gasping heaves. I've been made physically immobile at this point and I don't feel like squeaming out from this embrace like I would usually do. It's more of a crumple. D hovers over us. Sons! Sneezed out of her nose! We do a family hug. It's a comforting one. I shake hands with J in a marriage pact that if in 40 years we still haven't found The One we would just call it a day and get married. D wants to join in, but I tell him I'm not down for threesomes. Letalone incestuous ones. I don't think it will happen but in case it does, it wouldn't hurt to fall back on history.

He tells me a few more things:

The money he spent, the Blitzcrank plush that he ordered that never came in the mail and was too shy to ask for a replacement.

The middle school cringey rejection song sent to him played on repeat as he ran laps to get swol to win the hearts of others and move on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9A52UWmmrE ; The cliche line about learning to love yourself before you love someone else and his backburner recognition that the song I sent that apparently "changed his life" like a cop-out of some manic pixie dream girl concept, might not have been for him. Bingo.

The $5 bill he snuck under one of my frontyard rocks because he thought I was broke. He asks if I ever got it. No I did not, but thanks.

My tumblr he tried to find and couldn't; the one Samantha told him I had but wouldn't give him unless they went out together.

(1) Later that night I'm limping J back to his house as he spits out foams of champagne out of his mouth. M kicks him out of his house because he's done with his shit that he dumps on others—shit that he brought about himself. (2) (3) (4) —————————————————————————————————-

#mystuff #blegh

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swapnagangadharan · 5 years

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By the time we all crashed to bed, it was past 2 am so all that ‘josh’(enthusiasm) to run in one of the parks in Pune went for a toss. When it’s a vacation, it should truly be one isn’t it?

Aanchal the sprightly 21 year old already had a list of places( read that as food and beer) chalked out for the day. Kajal, the younger one, all of 16 years was super excited to be finally on A VACATION. That’s right the gal didn’t have a proper vacation yet not if you count trips like Shirdis and Tirupatis. And I was very happy to spend my time with them.

Aanchal was someone I saw growing up in close quarters and she reminded me of myself when I was her age with all the hopes, dreams and aspirations of surging ahead ready to conquer the world. Kajal though younger was the calmer one keenly listening, observing people and coming out with witty repartees!

So when you have an Uncle and his nieces, all witty, humorous and free spirited, it’s bound to be crazy!😁

We started off with a hearty breakfast at the hotel and all Srini wanted to do was to have chilled beer mid morning. But I wanted to do some sight seeing so I suggested we go to Aga Khan palace. Aanchal right on agreed to it as she wanted to show her little sis some places at least.

The Aga Khan palace became more famous when the British Raj held prominent freedom fighters under house arrest during freedom struggle of India. Sarojini Naidu, Mahatma Gandhi and his faithful secretary Mahadev Desai and so many others.

As we entered into the grounds of the palace, the beautiful Pune Sun was on us, it was wonderfully warm and very pleasant to walk. Filled with lush greenery, the palace stood out in its austerity and aesthetics. We were in awe just looking at it. It was calming just being there.

There were so many stories displayed there. But the most touching one was when Mahadev Desai passed away when they were under house arrest and Gandhi refused to give his body to the Britishers. They were not allowed to get out to perform the funeral. So Gandhi did a stand off saying how can I give him up who was like my son? I have to perform his funeral rites. So they allowed Mahadev Desai’s funeral in the grounds with Gandhi lighting the pyre. It completely teared me up.

This was also the place where Kasturba, wife of Gandhi breathed her last. There is so much we don’t know, of the people, of the struggles and honestly the narratives are still very narrow. What we know is just a small speck. There are many such narratives in every corner and breadth of India during that time that has been lost or suppressed in history..

We walked around the palace surrounded by massive centuries old trees. There was a memorial of Gandhi where a part of his ashes were kept alongside his faithful secretary Mahadev Desai. It was a solemn moment as no one spoke. Everyone who came there walked in silence, taking in that moment.

After we came out, the first thing we wanted but naturally was Beer! Aanchal took us to this open outdoor kind of space called ‘The Hidden Place’. This was one thing missing in Hyderabad. No no, don’t argue with me on this saying look at the nightclubs/pubs/cafes whatever hangouts in the city.

Hyderabad doesn’t have a cosmopolitan culture and let me tell you neither cars nor brands nor buildings is culture. If Bangalore has old world pubs to a brewery culture with arts and theatre thrown in, Pune has a hip vibe and along with students coming all over the country, it’s beautifully blended.

As a person who has been in the hospitality business, I can tell you what we lack is a good crowd, a melting pot it certainly is not and not at all open to experimenting with anything be that food,arts,theatre. Shorts/ Latest trendy clothes might have replaced traditional robes but the mindset hasn’t changed.

What I loved about Pune was that it had the young hipster culture and was also proud of its Maratha History and traditions and both co-existed. It has an awesome crowd and energy. A well travelled, well read crowd that knew it’s bearings.

Hyderabad has none of that and cannot be counted even among periphery cities. The city is under ‘confusion and chaos’, in people, it’s leaders, the governance. To develop a culture, it has to have some at least. Like someone said to me years ago, ‘How can one build a culture when it’s non existent in the first place’.

At the beer place, Aanchal wisely used some of the coupon offers she had and we started our beer session. I could see Kajal enjoying it all. Her older sis was a big rebel, and she was following her footsteps. They rejected and abhorred anything to do with their so called community, the norms of how to, what to and were moving towards a new India. It was all because of Srini who literally brought them up along with his parents and told them to reject superstitions and age old regressive thought process.

The beer buzz slowly started hitting us, a nice sweet buzz if you will, and Aanchal told us not to order any appetisers because where she was taking us for lunch, we had to have enough space in our belly.

After a couple of hours we got out, took an auto rickshaw and went to this place called ‘ Surve’. Strictly for non vegetarians, their thalis (Meals) were huge and the food?? OMG! I never thought Maharashtrian cuisine would be so delicious when it comes to non vegetarian food. We ordered a mutton thali and Chicken Thali and that was more than enough for four of us.

There was no electricity and remember this was summer but it didn’t stop us from hogging. The extra gravy to the soft chapatis hit that spot and right when we were ending our meal, electricity was back on. We knew that if the fans were full on, we would have eaten more!

Now imagine us four, beer buzzed filled up with really delicious food and getting out in the sunshine. Inspite of being very sleepy, we still had the patience to have those Orange popsicles at the nearby general store and once we got to the hotel, we crashed hard.

After 3 hours I woke up to see it was 7 pm!! Where did the time go by? But that bliss of waking up from a good hard sleep is something else.

We got ready and went to KP- Koregaon Park. The area is filled with cafes, dessert places, boutiques, breweries,eateries to really small joints right next to each other and every place is packed with people.

We went to this really tiny place one could miss in a blink, but standing there I had the most awesome momos tandoori style. Yes! Tandoori Chicken momos! That taste lingers on so much that I don’t feel like eating original momos anymore.

Aanchal wanted to pub hop but the moment we stepped into Murphies we decided to stay put here. It was a Monday night, a more somber night and a wonderful mix of working professionals, couples and students hanging out.

What did it for Srini and me was the music in the background. Rock music right from Steppenwolf to Guns n Roses, CCR, The Rolling Stones and of course The Beatles! It was our kinda place! I remember singing loudly to the song Satisfaction 😁

Over Sangreas, beers, Cocktails, Potato skins stuffed with sausages, we chatted for hours. It was so good to see the girls express and be themselves, to know their point of view, to see how they viewed the country, the world. They were far away from media made terms of ‘divisive, intolerance’ every hue and cry that was made about every small issue on social media.

As I was listening to them,I realised that one should really stop saying this to the millennials, ‘ In our times, in our generation’ shit anymore. We should stop putting ourselves on a pedestal and expect them to behave like us. And hell we were not exactly goody two shoes growing up! If one takes the judgement away, you realise they are a lot more sensible than we were in that age.We can learn from them too.

One significant topic Aanchal and I were discussing was about this book she was reading ‘The Culture Code’, a brilliant book on why people around the world live and buy the way they do. She was now working in an advertising company and was moving towards the creative process- production and directing. When she gave me examples as to how people have a code, a significant code for every emotion and how it’s used in advertising to lure them, it was mind blowing. So on another note, I would suggest you to get this book!

As more Sangreas and Beers kept coming, Aanchal got out and bought some special Cheesecakes from an Austrian Bakery nearby. The Austrian, she told me had a heavy Indian accent because of him living here for decades.

We came back to the hotel happy high that night and relished those cheesecakes! Aaah the joy of wearing your PJs, sitting on the bed and four of us digging into those delicious cheesecakes. There is something joyfully sinful about it!

To be continued 😊

A New Day & A New Turn – Part XI By the time we all crashed to bed, it was past 2 am so all that ‘josh’(enthusiasm) to run in one of the parks in Pune went for a toss.

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KP Watches MSM: Venom Returns

i know, i haven’t watched any episodes of this since the first Flash=Venom episode, but that’s because this series just doesn’t really appeal to me on the visual style or story telling levels, and i just have not been in the mood top purposely put myself through them (that and when i was they’d bumped the episodes off i hadn’t seen and i was not in the mood to hunt them down). but since this has Venom returning and i am at a loss for something to do atm, why not try to drive back into this. lets see if season 2 can make me more interested than season 1 did

ok Miles is Pete’s current sidekick....and Gwen isn’t? i know that’s me not having watched previous episodes....

and they’re hunting for Eddie as Venom??? O.o well that’s a new one, Flash is Venom first then Eddie is the second one. huh...now i almost feel like i should watch the previous episode...

you know what, screw it, i have become intrigued enough to do just that

KP Watches MSM: Dead Man’s Party

ok show, show me why this was worth going back an episode

wow who knew JJ paid so well if Pete can afford school and vacation tickets; why was he struggling when he was only selling photos and not video clips?

Beetle talks???? not that i care, but that seems wrong.

oh hi you must be our Eddie Brock...carrying around a big news camera without any other crew....you should’ve just used a selfie stick, you’d’ve gotten better footage. is Eddie the old guy who’s gonna complain about Millennials ruining everything?

heh Miles is Pete’s intern. “quiet i can’t hear the voice in my head” good line, i give you that one show

again Eddie, you’re using a film camera? a digital one would’ve been easier to smuggle in...also you could take video hen instead of static photos. i get maybe it’s this way to imply you can’t afford digital tech, but just seem to make you dated...which i guess is the point really.

heh Miles is the bratty younger brother, ratting out Pete to May lol. ok i do like their relationship....would’ve worked a bit better with USM’s Pete just saying...

awww Flash only gets a mention cameo? boo.and lol teacher crashing the party; i know it’s just to exposition dump, but lol

wow Eddie really is the complainy old-man. i like the backtrack to spiel though.

Miles: hey look at my distraction everyone! lol

but so...Gwen and Anya don’t know/remember/still have spider powers then i guess? again, i know, i skipped episodes so that was probably explained there...

chess match to distract the super nerds at the party. oh wow ^^;;;

so the science tests “unlocked” the symbiote’s ability to communicate with its host...so either they augmented it’s intelligence, or just taught i English inadvertently. that’s sorta cool...though one must wonder how it learned it could do that if they never let it bond before now. and experiments also made it loose it’s sound vulnerability, so it’s more likely that it augmented it’s intelligence. so...yeah, that’s actually sorta really neat. it’s like the science tests sped up it’s evolution because it had to adapt to what was being done to it. that is actually a pretty neat concept. ok kudos show. (it also would’ve been super cool to see that in USM happen, then we learn that the Klyntar do exist and that Venom is so similar they think it’s one of them so it has to make the choice to join them or stay with Flash and co)

but ok MSM, you win, watching the previous episode was indeed a good idea, i am even more intrigued now.

KP Returns to Watching MSM: Venom’s Return

ok so the call to Gwen to end the party makes more sense now with context

and the teeth around Eddie’s face when the Venom face retracts is still kinda creepy which is awesome

guys argue PR tactics after the bad guy’s caught, seriously ^^;

why is Eddie going after Gwen? because she was at his party?

ok he has a digital camera, why was he using the giant one before then? his shadow didn’t have the giant camera on it.

oh yeah, stealing people close to Pete (cause Venom knows) and those that experimented on Venom, yeah that explains the Gwen taking

and May’s vacation wasn’t even a day? what’d she do, fly out in the morning, spend an hour wherever, then fly right back? that’s a sucky vacation...these episodes only looked like they took place over a single night with the whole Venom attacking stuff

Miles just go camo to get in there...just like you are doing....well thanks for the secretary scene i guess

oh we couldn’t see Venom catching Anya, but we needed to see everything else huh? sure makes sense

and huh, Venom saying Spidey’s Pete out loud in front of everyone Pete doesn’t want his identity exposed to, that’s great...oh wait they were on top of building, so they didn’t hear any of that

STOMACH MOUTH????!!!!??? WTH???

AND HE DEMASKS PETE TO JJ????!!!

ah Miles, you are so on the ball, thank you for saving the day

wait the science guys made a gun to stun Venom off a host? so they were testing it’s bonding capabilities after all? how much does that guinea pig job pay?

Venom turned into a giant leech....man they’re really going the horror monster route here and i love it. Venom also have fantastic nails.

so the science guys are gonna try to split Venom from Eddie huh? can you can symbiote clones, as in they spawn from from chunks they remove and manipulate with other elements to try to find a way to break it down easily. yup, totally calling that as a future plot.

but ok MSM, you have actually surprised me; i actually really enjoyed these two episodes. then again, i still stand by the fact that the best s1 episodes were the Venom and Flash based ones anyways, so maybe that’s it. am i interested in the rest of the episodes i’ve missed; not really...i still don’t like the visual style or the writing i have seen. i mean, i’ve what...seen 15 episodes out of the currently 32 available, and i’ve only really liked 3 of them...yeah, not very good odds.

but just because this series isn’t for me, doesn’t mean others can’t enjoy it. so if you were curious, go take a look, because you’ll probably find at least 1 good thing you do like, if not more.

#kp watches stuff #marvel's spider-man #review #under a cut to spare your dash #also it's 2 episodes not 1

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2017 Through My Eyes

So yea, here we are again, at that time of the year–when moments are merged into memories, and dreams into resolutions. Re-resolutions, to be exact, because those are just the list you told yourself to achieve in the end of the preceding year. And a year before.

This is that time, when the time itself seems like running out of time… if it makes sense.

2017 was hard for me–not gonna lie about that. It wasn’t all stormy, that’s true, I’m not some pathetic character on soap operas whose life is all sorrow anyway. There were many things I’ve been being thankful for about this year as well but still, this year… was hard.

I started this year by being one of the caretakers of an organization. I knew from the first place that it was going to be nowhere near sugar, spice, and everything nice, nonetheless I still accepted the mandate. I can’t say now that it was my best decision, notwithstanding it has taught me oceans. I learned a lot–not only about technical organizing skill, but also… well, other things. I learned how to encounter some particular types of person, how to work in a group–even lead one, how to stay calm under the pressure so you can still get the friggin job done, et cetera. I discovered that somehow people could be so hard by being so different with you yet you still have to professionally interact with them and override your disturbed ego, no matter how bad you wanna slap them in their face. I figured out that something intangible could be tremendously demanding and to overlook those demands is never an option because those are your responsibility. I figured out that it could be unexpectedly relieving when you sincerely put your behalf after other’s; that hiding your own sadness behind a smile is one useful trick to keep the good vibes around–fake a smile until you eventually forget that you’re faking it, they said. Well, somethings are just meant to be faked, I guess.

Not that I want to extend the mandate anytime longer, though. I’ll still have it until the first two months next year–if everything goes well. And that will be enough. I’m so ready to wave this business goodbye and pass my thanks.

Another highlight of my life: I left town for a month and a half, doing my fieldwork–having my first experience of staying out of home in a long period. It took place in Dumai, Riau–in an oil refinery company, under the extremely blazing sun of Sumatera. I wore coverall, safety helmet, and big leather boots everyday, wandering around old iron towers. I was freakin nervous at first, because yea you know, we tend to be afraid of something we don’t know.

It started with a three-day training where all interns from every department were being gathered. Some dudes were nice and friendly, some others were being way too friendly it became irritating–I even had to pretend I was on the phone just to avoid any further conversation with them. I didn’t know which ones were my partners yet at that time but I doubtlessly hope they weren’t the annoying dudes–God heard me.

My partners were two guys from Surabaya and they were far from annoying–they were super fun, exactly the kind of person I need to survive six weeks being in a foreign place with no source of entertainment other than each other. There weren’t so many things to do along the office hour and I’d certainly be bored as hell if they weren’t there. You know, I have never been the type of person who can easily get along with others, but I immediately felt close with them two–something a bit surprising. They taught me how to jump into a pick-up car, how to play whatever-online-game-that-was, how to speak some daily Javanese vocabularies–they even shielded me from the annoying dudes when we accidentally ran into them. Gosh, I miss them so much!

Only a week after I got home from Dumai–exactly seven days later, my dad passed away. It has been more than 4 months by now, but I still remember everything that happened back then–every details. It wasn’t more than 3 am when my mom recited “laa haula walaa quwwata illa bilah” loudly, again and again. I came out of my room and saw my dad laying on his desk–his body was shaking and his eyes half closed. I called for ambulance but there was no answer, so I rode my motorbike with my hands trembling, heading to the nearest clinic which possibly had one–I found nothing. We finally took my dad by our own car–I drove. I’ve never driven as thrilled as that–my hands couldn’t stop trembling, my eyes were burning, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to cry. I wasn’t supposed to be weak at that time–I had to handle everything.

No matter how much I loved my dad, Allah loved him more. He called him that morning, to gave him a better place, to stop him from suffering any further.

I once promised my dad not to cry when he’s gone, but it turned out that I broke the promise. He was my hero, my number one man, how could I be not crying when he’s gone? I still do even until now, it still hurts to realize that he’s not coming back home.

Well–there’s still a lot of things to tell about my 2017, but sometimes pictures tell more than words, so here goes some documentaries about another year that is passing by in my life. Last words, I hope you had a wonderful year and getting a more wonderful one!

(I was in Makkah for Umrah on last year “new year’s eve”–wish I could go back to this holy place again someday.)

(Having upper respiratory tract infection as I came back to Indonesia after Umrah–got hospitalized again 9 months later for the same reason. New record has been made: hospitalized twice in a year! Not a good record, I know.)

(PSDA MBWG, thanks for teaching me how to lead a team–although it turned out that leading isn’t really one thing I can say that I’m good at, but still, thank you–especially to some who’s still sticking until the last time!)

(I took connected flight from Jakarta to Dumai, but because my first flight was delayed for four friggin hours, I was left by my second flight and compensated by a hotel room for one night. This was a mirror selfie in its bathroom.)

((from left to right) Bima & Farid, my fieldwork mates! Thanks for being such fun partners, you two!)

(Battnite! Never a dull moment being in the middle of these people.)

(Being a morning market merchant to make some money–turned out it was fun!)

(Last kulap with Nathaloka Arkana. Given fancy meals and plentiful snacks, what a nice closing for our kulap life!)

(My savior angel of this semester. Really, what would I be without this annoying-sounded human being?)

(October graduation ceremony. I always love the vibes of graduation.)

(BMBC 2017. Got pretty good result–hard work paid off.)

(When I said hard work up there, I meant these people’s.)

(Finishing DTL-I! Those sleepless night ended here. Much thanks to these four who had accepted this way-too-chill self of mine. Couldn’t ask for any better team mates!)

(Visiting Ayah. I know he had never been into flowers, but well–something bright is needed sometimes, am I right?)

(Last belajar bareng for this semester. Couldn’t really nail the exam on the next day, but it doesn’t matter as long as the others couldn’t do it as well^^)

(After the long awaited sidang KP. Received so much love in the form of sweet snacks–I was touched. The next sidang will be thesis defense–oh my God!)

(Last but not least–this guy. Little does he know that he has taught me a lot this year, just as he did the year before, and the year before.)

PS: it was still 2017 when I started writing this but things went a bit longer than I planned–now it’s 2018 already. HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!

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topreview2016 · 7 years

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Living With KP Review – The Real Truth Behind Jennifer Richards

There is nothing wrong than humiliation that comes from having a disease of genetic origin that everyone can see everyone around you.Keratosis Pilaris is exactly like that: it is a genetic disorder that looks like goosebumps or chicken bumps that will never go away.Keratosis Pilaris appears mostly on the arm or the thighs so you always have to cover those parts, even if it is the middle of the summer and you are frying in your clothes.

Living With KP is a new, natural treatment of Keratosis Pilaris byJennifer Richards who herself has gone through the same humiliating path until she accidentally stumbled upon the cure. Her method radically reduces the symptoms of Keratosis Pilaris within three days, alleviates the need for dermatologists and spending a fortune on different drugs and skincare products and enabling you to walk freely under the sun without serious injury.

Genetic Humiliation

Keratosis Pilaris affects up to 40% of the adults and up to 80% of the adolescent population. The teenage years are already the most horrible, socially awkward years everyone has to endure, and everyone who went through it remembers that. You are relatively new in life, you are trying to figure out how the social interactions of your society work, and inevitably, sometimes you fail. And when you fail – when you endure a horribly embarrassing social moment – the memory of that failure will forever burn into your mind so much that you can remember it up to this day, cringing, wondering about the possibility of time-travel to somehow prevent it.

And it is much, much worse if you are genetically predisposed to have awkward moments. If your teeth are strange, if the space between your eyebrows started to grow hair, and naturally, when your limbs start to grow and you have absolutely no idea what to do with them, you are going to have a horrible time. Not because these things matter to other people – deep down everyone knows that everyone who sees them has their own issues of the same kind and doesn’t pay attention to that of another’s – but because we experience these things as completely obvious and visible to everyone around us.

This is the case with Keratosis Pilaris as well. Maybe people don’t really care, maybe they won’t even notice, but still, you will know that it is there and you will try to do everything to hide it. You will wear long-sleeves in the summer, you will try to avoid beaches and you will miss having a blast in the water only because of the disorder. Of course, sexuality and intimacy – one of the most valuableaspects of the human condition – is completely impossible. You just cannot be intimate when you feel as if you were a mutant, always fearing that the subject of your desire feels disgust. And so the fact that you are genetically cursed will always echo in the back of your mind.

A Treatment from Nature

Jennifer Richards’s Living With KP offers adefinitive solution to the problem of Keratosis Pilaris. She has lived with the condition all throughout her adult years, and as everyone else, she has tried every product and medicine under the sun. She visited thedermatologist, thedermatologist prescribed a chemical that will presumably heal the skin or at least protect it from the sun, then, of course, it doesn’t work and the sun causes extreme damage, but she lost hundreds of dollars in the process.

After she had enough of the useless waste of money, she began constructing her own remedy to cure her skin. Combining various natural ingredients persistently over and over, she finally found something that actually worked and within a couple days, she achieved more progress than ever before with the hundred dollar chemicals.

The e-book of Jennifer Richards, Living With KP contains everything she knows about Keratosis Pilaris and its cure. It talks in great details about the definition of the disorder so that everyone reading her guide may be able to diagnose themselves without visiting a professional. Even though he is not a trained doctor, thesection of the book is ripe with citations, showing that it is a trustworthy, reliable source of knowledge.

She then proposes her treatment of Keratosis Pilaris. Her unique, natural method consists of three simple steps. It requires four different natural ingredients that you will need to apply in three particularways, – through spray and scrub -which you can prepare on your own for less than $20. She explains clearly how to create and when to use your newfound remedy, and speaks in great details about the various ways you can take care of your skin with natural ingredients that will cause no harm, unlike the $100 prescriptions.

You may receiveLiving With KP for $47, download it instantly, read through the summary of the treatment and start your healing process within an hour. She is offering a 60 day money back guarantee for anyone who is not satisfied with the treatment, initiating refund without any questions asked.

Conclusion

It is not a question whether you want to get rid of Keratosis Pilaris or not. There is nothing horrible than a genetically induced mark you have to bear all through your life. It is a psychological torture that is just as horrible as physical pain. According to research, the brain of those who experience social ostracism responds to the environment as if they would experience literal, physical torture. And when you feel ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated, you feel the same neurological pain.

Furthermore, Keratosis Pilaris deprives you from the greatest joys of life. You are unable to enjoy the sunshine, you cannot feel the warm weather or the touch of someone you love on your skin, and you are unable to enjoy the glorious liberty of the beach. Instead, you have to hide who you are, because you arecursed with a genetic disorder. Get rid of it. End its reign.

Living With KP offers the only working solution,after the advice of thedermatologists and the countless products of the skincare industry has been exposed as nothing more thanworthless tips and elixirs, taking only your money, and leaving you with your problem. It is completely natural, that is to say, it won’t harm or destroy your skin. The four skincare tips of the author, Jennifer Richards will help you reclaim and preserve your beauty. It is cheaper than any chemical product, takes less than an hour to produce it and less than $20. And finally, it will give you relief from the curse haunting you since childhood.

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