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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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Favorite Secrets

I’m on a Brock kick and I have no shame.

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“Hey, can you get me a grande iced macchiato?” one of your coworkers asks you on your way out. Your boss wanted coffee, you wanted coffee and any reason not to be stuck in the office on such a gorgeous day, so you volunteered to do the coffee run for everyone. The word spread around your office fast, this being the fourth person to stop you on your walk out the door to tell you their order and give you money for the twelfth drink order that you were going to have to carry.

“Gotcha. I’m putting it on my card, so I’ll Venmo you the difference?” Once you get the ok from her, you make a beeline towards the door so no one else asks you for coffee. You already weren’t sure how you were going to carry the twelve drinks the three blocks from the coffee shop back to your office. Taking out your phone to rehearse the dozen drink order in your head so you don’t sound like an idiot when you approach the counter, you shift to the Find my Friends app to see if anyone is around to help you.

“Hey, Rach,” you say into the phone when your roommate picks up. “I need help carrying drinks to the office, would you be able to help me? You’re at the dinner across the street.”

“Uh, yeah,” you hear her say. You can hear a familiar voice on the other end asking who it was, for her to tell her to just say, “My roommate.” It sounded almost like Brock. You two had been seeing each other for about a month now, going on dates and hanging out, but you weren’t official or anything like that just yet. As far as you were concerned, he was free to see other people, but your roommate of all people? “I just need to pay for my lunch so I’ll meet you there. Sound good?”

“Sure. See you soon.” There was no need for you to feel anything about Brock being out to lunch with your roommate. You never said anything about her being off-limits, but you would think that a guy wouldn’t date a girl and her roommate at the same time, right?

You get into the Starbucks, the line not too long considering the lunch rush was just about over. Going over the twelve drinks in your head yet again and praying that you don’t mess anyone’s up, you zone out and find yourself staring out the window. Your attention snaps across the street to the cafe, where you see the familiar red hair of Rachel in the arms of an equally familiar broad-shouldered blonde haired boy. When they pull away, you finally make the connection. The guy on the phone with her was Brock. Why were they at lunch together? Why didn’t she tell you? And why were you freaking out over this?

You get up to the cashier and start spitting out the orders, apologizing profusely for the long order like the millennial/gen-z cusper you were. After what seemed like too long, Rachel finally comes up to you, a weird happiness about her that you’ve only seen when she’s been out with someone she really likes.

“Hey, love. How’d you get roped into getting a baker’s dozen coffees?”

“Just a dozen, not a baker’s dozen, thankfully. Holding thirteen coffees seems like some weird bad luck omen just waiting to ruin my life,” you joke, trying to remain calm. Do you ask her why she was with Brock, or do you play it cool? Well as cool as you can considering the marathon your mind was running after seeing Rachel with Brock.

“You have such weird superstitions. Why do I live with you?”

“Who else would?” you joke, earning a smack on the arm from her, “But how was lunch? Was it a treat yourself kinda day or were you meeting up with someone?”

“Uh, just meeting up with someone from school.” She still has a smile on her face, but she won’t look you in the eye. Why was she lying? Do you tell her you know she was with Brock?

“Oh, who?” The two of you have been in school together since high school; everyone she knew, you knew. Why won’t she just tell you?

“Remember, Bailey?”

“From my history class? You hated him. Rachel, he told you your eyebrows were uneven while you were hooking up.”

“We’re in public!” she says, blushing, but still smiling, “And besides, we had a class together last semester; we just sort of forgot about that whole freshman year crap and became friends. He was back in the city, so he hit me up to grab lunch.”

All of you hated that she was lying right to your face. You just wanted to know why? There was no reason for you to be this upset over her getting lunch with Brock; one of her friends from work was friends with one of his friends or something like that. Basically, she had a closer connection to him than you did, so why should it matter?

The barista finally calls your name with your annoyingly large coffee order, you apologizing for what was probably a fourth time over how large it was while Rachel takes two of the trays and you take one. You needed the free hand to get into your building with your ID, and you couldn’t do that with two trays of coffee.

Rachel goes on and on about something from work, trying to change subjects so that you won’t ask anything else about lunch. Neither of you were dumb; both of you knew she was lying and neither of you wanted to admit it.

As you get back to your office, your phone starts buzzing in your pocket with messages. Brock had sent a string of texts; two memes that he found and wanted to share with you, and then ‘any chance I can see you tonight??’ Even though you were paranoid that he was seeing your roommate, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing him.

“Who’s got you blushing?” Rachel asks, craning her neck trying to see your phone. “Is it Brock?”

“Uh, yeah, he wants to see me tonight.”

“What are ya gonna do?” she asks in a slightly childish voice, wiggling her eyebrows.

You had told him that you would, asking what he was planning. “He said that it was a surprise, but dress ‘nice.’ What does that mean?”

“Ask him how nice?”

“I don’t think he would know how to answer that question.”

You both burst out laughing; the boys you had dated in the past had never been good at suggesting proper attire for the date, they were as vague as Brock was, or they wouldn’t even say anything at all. One guy once told you that they were taking you somewhere really special, so you wore a nicer dress. He ended up taking you to his brother’s senior day for his college lacrosse team. You haven’t seen that guy since.

“I can help you pick something out when we get home?” Rachel suggests once you get up to your office. The swarm of people comes for their coffee, you starting to Venmo each of them for whatever change they were owed.

“Yeah, that sounds great!” With everyone trying to figure out which coffee belonged to them, you nearly forgot that you had seen Rachel and Brock literally on a date not even half an hour before. “I’ll see you at home.”

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“What could he possibly have planned that would require me to dress ‘nice?’ And what does nice even mean? Like something that I would wear to work? Something that I would wear when we go out to the bars on a Saturday night? Something that I would go to Mass in when my parents come to town and force me to go with them?” You were freaking out over Brocks date attire suggestion. The entire rest of your day at work, you had been trying to get him to tell you more about what you were doing. All he said was that you were going to like it. Nothing more.

But what was even worse was when you had called him on your way home from work, like you did at least once a week. You had asked him what his day had been like, and all he said was that he had practice. You knew he was at that cafe. There are only so many men in Vancouver who look like a Disney prince like he does. It had to be him with Rachel.

“It could be worse. It could have been like the lax guy.”

“Men are so dumb,” you turn to her, a shirt in your hands. “What about this?”

“That makes you look like a nun.”

“Hey!” you say, throwing it at her. “Can you please actually help me instead of just sitting on my bed playing with the pillows?” Every time she was in your room, she had a habit of rearranging the pillows that were on your bed. She hated the way you had them and didn’t seem to care that you liked them that way.

“I don’t get why you don’t like my pillow arrangement. You would spend so much more time on your bed if you had them like this instead of just the pile that you had.” She gets up and goes over to your closet, flipping through the clothing that you had. “What about this?” She pulls out one of the rompers that you got and have never worn. You loved it, you just hadn’t had a place to wear it yet.

“Is that too nice, though?” Boys not knowing how to describe fashion was frustrating.

“Nah, wear it, with these shoes.” She practically chucks the nude pair of sandals that you have at your head, you just barley dodging them since she wasn’t looking where she was throwing things. “Can I borrow this at some point?” she asks, pulling out your black cardigan.

“Get out.” You push her out the door, taking the cardigan and shutting the door behind her. You lean against your door. Why didn’t you know how to ask her why she was with Brock? It was too late now; Brock was going to be at your place to pick you up in less than half an hour. Knowing Rachel, any story or explanation she would conjure up would take at least an hour for her to get through.

‘Can’t wait to see you :)’ came up on your phone from Brock, which mean he was just about to leave his place. That also meant you had hurry the fuck up and get dressed instead of rearranging the pillows thanks to Rachel.

But what was Rachel doing with Brock at lunch today? Should you ask him about it? But he already lied to you. You just wanted to know why they both lied.

“Wow,” Brock says when you finally get into his car. “You’re... you look... wow.”

You can’t help but blush at his stammering. “Thanks, you look pretty wow yourself. But where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he smirks, pulling away from your building.

He starts talking about something going on within the team, but you weren’t paying attention. He looked so good in his outfit; a white short sleeve button down with powder blue dress pants and brown shoes. It was admittedly a fuck boy outfit, but hey, he pulled it off. While driving, you realized your eyes were in his direction, but you weren’t actually looking at him. You were zoning out, freaking out about earlier still, the same questions running through your mind over and over again: why, why, why?

“Hey, Y/N? We’re here.” He parks his car, rushing out to help you out from the passenger side.

“The aquarium?” you say, excited. You’ve always loved going to the aquarium since you were a little girl. The best moments in your life were always there; your parents told you that you were going to have a little brother one time when they took you, you found out your cousin got engaged while you were there on a school trip, you got your acceptance letter to your top choice university, you got the most incredible job offer while there with your fraternity for a social event. Everything good came from a day at the aquarium, no matter what aquarium it was.

“Have you ever been to one before?” he asks, taking your hand and leading you inside.

“Anytime I go to the aquarium, something good always happens.”

“Oof, I’ve got a lot to live up to then, don’t I?”

“Well, that just means you tell me or do something great. So no pressure,” you joke as he leads you further into the aquarium, not stopping for anything. “Wait, but, look at the fish!” you whine like a child as he pulls you deeper into the building.

“We have time for that later, don’t worry.” You didn’t think the aquarium could actually be that big, but after walking for what seemed like forever, he finally stops. “Are you ready for this?” You nod as he leads into one last room; glass walls surrounding the entire room, fish, sharks, turtles, everything you could imagine swimming around the enclosure, with a blanket and picnic basket set up in the middle of the room.

“What is this?”

“This is the first part of our date tonight.”

“The first part?”

He sits you down, starting to take out the food from the basket. “Well yeah, I have a whole night planned. Here, dig in,” he hands you a container, still a little warm full of penne a la vodka, one of your favorite meals.

“Where’d you get all this?” you ask, starting to dig in, “Holy shit this is so good.”

“I made it!”

“Seriously?” You had no idea he could cook, but damn you were glad he did. You loved spending time with him, you just wish this were more of a permanent dating thing, not him seeing your roommate behind your back and both of them lying about it. “Ok, but you have to tell me what else you have planned.”

“Well, by the time we were finished eating, we would have enough time to get over to Lighthouse Park where we could watch the sunset together and be all corny and sappy and crap because you love sunsets, and then go to Earnest Ice Cream where they have your three favorite flavors: lavender, birthday cake, and London Fog.”

You sit there, mouth wide open in shock. You don’t remember telling him any of that, but he had planned the absolute perfect date. “How did you know? And why now?”

“Well, I was gonna wait until the sunset to ask you, but, now that you said good things always happen at aquariums, I might as well do it now. And this is corny and cliche, but only because you love that” he starts, getting visibly nervous. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his cheeks turning red, a smile covering his face, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

You wanted to say yes. You hadn’t been seeing anyone but him, but you weren’t sure if he was doing the same. But him asking meant that he would want to only see you right? “Can I ask you something first?” He looks slightly shocked by the lack of a real answer, but nods his head anyway, “How come I saw you with Rachel at that cafe for lunch? And then why did neither of you tell me about it?”

“Rachel lives with you. She knows you better than anyone. How else would I be able to plan the perfect date to ask you to be mine without spoiling everything? I’ve been, like, secretly meeting with her to plan everything out.”

“You weren’t on a date with her?”

He starts laughing again, lifting you off the group so he can wrap you in a hug. “You’re the only one I want to date. You are the girl I want to be with.”

“I want to be with you too,” you tell him as he plants a kiss on your head.

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course.”

“I guess, though,” he says, separating himself from you just enough so he can look you in the face, “if this doesn’t work out, then I could go out with Rachel.”

You both start laughing, “Don’t push it, please.”

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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Cubicles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~3,600 Author’s Note: This is some kind of AU where Fall Out Boy exists and My Chem doesn't. Song lyrics used in this story are "Baby You're A Haunted House" by Gerard Way and "Cubicles" by My Chemical Romance (but if you're reading this story, you probably already knew that)

"Gerard, can you help (YN) in the file room? There's a ton of old paperwork that needs to be pulled by the end of the month and we could you an extra person working on it," his manager Brenda asked.

"Oh yea, sure," Gerard said saving the project he was pretending to be working on and making sure that the comic he was really working on was covered by some other paper before making his way to the file room.

(YN) had already been working in the small, enclosed room for a while, her phone on a chair in the corner playing music, with her cardigan tossed over it. Gerard was a little startled to find his coworker in just a thin pink tank top and her grey pants.

"Hey (YN), Brenda sent me in to help pull files," Gerard said, hanging by the door.

"Oh good! Here," she said handing him paper. "These are all the files from the back half of the alphabet that need to be pulled and shredded. I don't know why it's like 100 degrees in here, its awful."

"Yea I noticed. What are you listening to? Fall Out Boy?"

"Yea! Sorry, I can put on something else if you prefer."

"Nah that's ok, they're cool."

Gerard and (YN) set to work pulling files, passing the time discussing music, books and movies along the way.

(YN) hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to the quiet guy in the department, their cubicles not too close to each other, but it turned our they had a lot in common. (YN) was pretty quiet as well, not really connecting with the older adults in the department who mainly talked about their kids and complained about the maintenance they needed to do on their homes over the weekend. She was glad that she finally had someone to talk to.

After a couple hours, Gerard felt himself starting to get hungry. "Hey, (YN), you wanna go get lunch?"

She glanced at her watch. "Yea, let's go someplace that isn't as hot as a desert," she replied pulling her cardigan back on and heading out of the room. "Starbucks? I kinda live off iced coffee."

"Sure," Gerard said with a smile as (YN) grabbed her purse and they headed to the elevators.

A genuine friendship was forged that day between Gerard and (YN). Over the next few weeks and months they would frequently lunch together, or sometimes go to get drinks after work if it had been a particularly rough day.

They became each other's closest confidant. (YN) told Gerard about how her sister was trying to get her to move out to California with her because she wanted to become a makeup artist in Hollywood, but she wasn't sure. (YN) was hesitant because she really didn't have any dreams of her own yet and didn't know if going out there was the best idea. Gerard told her about how he wanted to become a singer, how he had been writing songs and teaching himself guitar. How he had been drawing and working on a comic of his own but wasn't sure if anything would come from it

(YN) was fascinated by Gerard and everything he did. How he was so creative despite the soul stifling environment he worked in 40 hours a week.

Gerard appreciated (YN) for being a spot of color in the otherwise grey office environment and if he was being totally honest with himself, he did find himself having a bit of a crush on her.

Gerard was drawing instead of working on his assignment when he heard his email ding through his headphones.

From: YFN YLN Subject: Lunch ☹ Hey, I hope we can get lunch today, my treat?

From: Gerard Way Subject: RE: Lunch ☹ Yea, what's up?

He hit send and waited for a reply, but none came until (YN) appeared at his desk.

"Ready?" She asked, sounding dejected.

"Yea," he said getting up, collecting his jacket and following her out. They silently made their way to Starbucks, (YN) paying for both coffees.

"Gee, umm, my sister finally found a job out in LA. I found a job out there too, and I'm just gonna help her get on her feet." She said quietly, keeping her eyes trained on her coffee.

Gerard felt his heart break a little. He could tell she wasn't excited to be sharing this news, but he knew asking her to reconsider wouldn't make anything easier.

"I'm putting in my two weeks after this. I wanted to tell you first."

Gerard reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. "Thanks."

(YN) looked and his hand on hers and wanted to cry. She didn't want to leave Gerard. This wasn't what she wanted to do, she wished she hadn't let her sister talk her into moving.

They quietly walked back to the office and (YN) went in and talked to the manager.

On her last day, Gerard brought (YN) a coffee that morning. She smiled appreciatively, the dark circles under her eyes had gotten worse since she had told the company she was leaving. She blamed it on the packing and stress of moving across the country, but she really spent hours tossing and turning at night, thinking she had made a mistake.

"So, are you gonna be best friends with whoever they get to replace me?" She asked with a tired smile as she pulled her photos off the cubicle walls.

"Nope, " he replied, shaking his head. "Whoever it is is gonna suck."

"Gerard Way!" She scolded, looking shocked and then grinning devilishly because she knew he was right.

They went to the break room where a cake had been ordered in her honor. On the way back to their department, Gerard looked at the door to the file room where they first got to know each other, then at her desk, which had been so neatly decorated, now just another grey cubicle with all her things in a box waiting to go to California with her.

Gerard accomplished absolutely nothing that day. He had been working on a drawing he wanted to finish and give to her before she left, but before he knew it she was standing at his desk with her big box of things.

"Well that's a wrap," she said, looking like she was gonna start crying.

"I'll carry your box for you," he said getting up and slipping on his jacket. He took the large box and they walked silently to the elevators, then to her car. He slid the box into the backseat for her.

"Keep in touch," he said quietly.

"Yea, I'll let you know when I'm settled in. No place will be the same without you. You're the only one who understands my iced coffee obsession, even when its freezing," she laughed, wiping away a tear that was threatening to spill over. He laughed too, unsure what else he could do other than let his own tears flow.

After a moment of silence, he held his arms open, inviting her into a hug. She rushed into his arms, holding him close, breathing in his scent, wishing she could have gotten up the nerve to do this ages ago. His arms making her feel so secure and like every decision she had made recently was wrong.

When she pulled back, she wiped her eyes again and he sniffled as he looked up, willing his own tears back.

"We'll chat soon," (YN) said as she opened her car door. Gerard nodded and shut the door for her and watched as she drove off, giving one last wave.

When she started the car, she forgot that she had left American Beauty/American Psycho in her CD player and Fourth of July started up. She was able to wait until she had pulled out of the parking lot before breaking down sobbing.

Monday morning was especially excruciating when he remembered that (YN) wouldn't be there. He didn't want to have to make new friends. Everyone else sucked.

He dropped into his chair and started up his computer and opened his email. He was caught off guard by the first one he saw.

From: YFN YLN Subject: Sorry Hey, if I timed this right, you're getting this email Monday morning, unless you came in over the weekend for overtime, but somehow I doubt that 😉 Anyway, I'm sorry I'm gone, I hope it doesn't suck too much. To try to make it up to you there's a Starbucks gift card under your keyboard. I'll email you when I get to my first day of work. Miss you already, (YN)

Miss you already.

He reread those three words over and over. He left the email open on his computer, rereading it again and again until he took himself to Starbucks for lunch with the gift card she left him.

He didn't look at it until he pulled it out of his pocket when he was waiting in line.

To: Gee From: (YN) 🖤

A heart. He felt his own break a little more at the sight. He ordered his coffee and kicked himself mentally the whole walk back to the office for not saying something about how he felt. How could he have been so dense as to not see what was right in front of him. Maybe she would still be here if he had some guts. No, he chastised himself. That was selfish. She's an adult, she made the best decision for herself. Maybe she'll figure out what her dreams are when she gets out there. She'll find the happiness she deserves he told himself.

The week dragged by longer than Gerard ever remembered a week dragging by before. A couple times people came over to ask if he was ok, noticing that he was not himself. He appreciated it, but it was not going to be the same there without her. Not as long as her cubicle sat vacant. He finished the drawing he had meant to give to her and tucked it away in an envelope.

The following Monday afternoon Gerard was trudging through his work when he heard his email ding.

From: YFN YLN Subject: Hey!!! Hi, remember me? Your favorite former coworker turned California girl. I'm so kidding, it's kinda miserable here. The traffic is stupid, it's too hot and you're like a billion miles away. Anyway, this is my new work email, so write to me all day please! I miss hearing from you! Also why did we never just exchange phone numbers? What century am I living in?! 555-555-4243 I can't text at work because my boss sits beside me, but there are lots of hours in the day. Please don't tell me you've already replaced me! Miss you! (YN)

Also included in her email signature was her office address. Gerard pulled the envelope from his desk drawer and addressed it before running down to the mailroom.

A while later (YN) saw she had a notification on her email.

From: Gerard Way Subject: RE: Hey!!! I'm sorry who is this? I’m blocking this address as spam. I'm kidding! I missed you so much this last week! Thanks for the gift card too, I really appreciate it. No one has replaced you, but I'm pretty sure no one could, at least not to me. California sounds terrible, just come back. Or I can come visit, then it won't be so bad. Check your phone at lunch. G

(YN) grinned reading the email. Her lunch hour couldn't come soon enough. When her boss told her she could go get lunch she grabbed her phone and headed outside to get some fresh air. She saw she had a message.

From: 555-555-6495 Its G, let me know when you're on lunch.

She saved his number before replying:

To: Gee 🖤 I'm on lunch!

A couple minutes later her phone buzzed again, this time with a picture message. It was a screenshot of the Starbucks app, with a venti black iced coffee ordered. (YN) rolled her eyes, why was he bragging about getting coffee? Then she saw the pick up location. It was the Starbucks around the corner from her office. She grinned and set off.

About 10 minutes after sending the order in Gerard's phone lit up.

From: 💖(YN)💖 Thank you!!!

And then a selfie of her grinning, holding up her coffee. Gerard had to grin at the sight.

To: 💖(YN)💖 You're welcome, I missed that smile

He sent the text without realizing how flirtatious it sounded until after it went through.

From: 💖(YN)💖 ☺😘

Gerard just grinned at the response he received.

And just like that, it was almost like Gerard and (YN) weren't living on opposite sides of the country. They were emailing each other during the day and usually talked or texted in the evening.

Gerard had gotten back to writing his songs and started to think seriously about getting out to perform them. (YN) was thinking more about what she wanted to do in life. Driving across the country alone to join her sister really made her realize that she wanted to do more traveling and she began to take writing and photography courses online.

(YN) had just gotten home from a very long day when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket.

"Hey Gee, how's it going?" She asked, setting down her bags and kicking off her shoes.

"Good, are you busy?" He asked. He sounded kind of nervous.

"No, just got home, what's up?"

"Umm, you know how I've been writing music?"

"Yea..."

"I'm gonna play something for you, ok? And be honest if it sucks."

"Will do," she replied with a grin. She heard him fidgeting with his phone while he put it on speaker.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yep, let's hear it!"

"Ok, it's not done yet, but here you go," he cleared his throat and (YN) could hear strumming.

And the nights, they last forever And days are always making you blue In the dark, we laugh together 'Cause the misery's funny to you Oh, baby, you're a haunted house Better find another superstition We're gonna stay in love somehow 'Cause, baby, you're a haunted house now I'll be the only one who likes the things you do I'll be the ghost inside your head when we are through Sometimes you scare me, but I come around to you I'll say hello, hello, hello And I'll find a way to scare you too

(YN) was grinning ear to ear after hearing the song. "Gee! That was so cool!" She said when he was done.

"Really?"

"Yes! That was so cool, you're really talented! You're the one that should be out here in California becoming a huge rock star! Seriously come out here!”

Gerard chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Maybe I will.”

The next day at work, (YN) found herself in the middle of another really long day. She had finished being trained and her boss had increased her workload. She was feeling totally swamped, and almost in tears when one of the administrative assistants dropped an envelope on her desk.

She was confused when she saw the return address was her old office. She tore into the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded piece of paper.

She unfolded it gently and found a drawing of herself and Gerard sitting at their Starbucks, smiling, coffees on the table, holding hands.

I wanted to finish this before you left, but it wasn’t ready. I hope you like it. G

(YN) could feel the tears start to well up again. She opened up a new email window.

To: Gerard Way Subject: You Jerk Thanks for making me cry at work you jerk! I got your drawing and its incredible! Seriously, how are you so talented at everything? Come visit already! I miss you!

A few minutes later she saw the notification flash that she had a new email.

From: Gerard Way Subject: FWD: Time Off Request Gerard, Your request off for next Thursday through Monday has been approved. Enjoy your time off. Brenda

(YN) gasped and tried to contain her excitement best she could, but her boss glanced over.

“Everything ok?”

“More than ok, actually. If I come in early next Thursday, can I leave early to pick up a friend from the airport?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” her boss replied before turning her attention back to her work. (YN) tried to focus on her work the rest of the day, but she was just too excited.

The following Thursday evening, (YN) was waiting at the airport, getting more excited and nervous by the minute.

When she spotted Gerard in the crowd, he had hardly changed at all. His black hair a little longer, but still looked neatly styled. He looked so cool in a band shirt and jeans, instead of khakis and polo shirts like (YN) saw him everyday at work. When he spotted her his whole face lit up in a grin as he hurried up to her.

“Gee! I missed you so much!” she said throwing her arms around his neck before he could even set down his bag and guitar.

“I missed you too!” He replied, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against her neck.

“Come on, let’s go back to my house, I have something to show you.”

“Cool because I got a lot to tell you too.” When they arrived at her house, (YN) took him to the guest room so he could get settled.

“So can you now please tell me what your gonna do tomorrow?” Whined (YN) sitting down on the bed.

“Ok, so I’m going to a meeting with a manager, and I’m going to record some songs,” Gerard replied with a grin.

“Seriously? That’s so cool! I’m so proud of you Gee!”

“Thanks. I wanted to play you a song too. In person,” he said, opening the guitar case. A look of nervousness on his face before he began.

It's the tearing sound of love-notes Drowning out these gray stained windows And the view outside is sterile And I'm only two cubes down I'd photocopy all the things that we could be If you took the time to notice me But you can't now, I don't blame you And it's not your fault that no one ever does But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone So I'll spend my time with strangers A condition and it's terminal In this water-cooler romance And it's coming to a close We could be in the park and dancing by a tree Kicking over blades we see Or a dark beach with a black view And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall I know you don't work here anymore Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone

He looked up at (YN) when he finished singing. He couldn’t read what she was feeling.

“Gee, it was so beautiful and sad and…”

“I wrote it for you.”

“Yea, I could tell,” she paused. “Gerard, I should have told you how I felt before I left. I liked you so much back then, it broke my heart when I left.”

Gerard nodded silently. When he heard her say “liked" he realized that he had misread how she felt now.

“But Gee, I wanted you to come out here so I could tell you in person, I love you.”

Gerard looked up, his breath caught in his chest. “Really?”

(YN) nodded.

“(YN), I love you too,” he replied before setting his guitar down and leaning over and cupping her cheek. She leaned into the touch as he brought his lips to hers gently at first, tentatively, then no longer holding back the feelings he had been holding on to for so long. When they separated, she laughed and wiped away a tear.

“Are you ok?” Gerard asked.

“Yea, I’m just really happy, for the first time in a long time.”

Gerard wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“Wait, weren't you gonna show me something too?”

“Oh yea!” (YN) got up and went to her room and grabbed her laptop. “This is the project I’m working on,” she explained. Gerard started reading the introductory post on the screen.

Hi! My name is (YN) and I recently moved across the country to live with my sister, a makeup artist whose work can be seen here. Driving across the country alone taught me a lot about myself. I realized that I was leaving the only man I think I’ve ever loved, and I was helping my sister chase her dream while mine didn’t exist. That’s what this blog is for. For now I’m just going to be planning the places I want to see and practicing taking photos so when I have a bit more money and a lot more vacation days saved, I’ll have a lot of great stuff for you! Thanks for reading!

Gerard looked up with a grin on his face. “You figured it out!”

“Yea! I am really excited. I hope you don’t mind I mentioned you.”

“Not at all, it’s part of your story. Umm, our story?”

“Our story,” she nodded.

Gerard slid the box into the backseat of her car and shut the door behind it.

“You ready?” she asked as she walked up.

“Yea, the guys are in the van ready to go,” Gerard replied.

“Then let’s get on our way to Milwaukee! Text me when you’re gonna stop for lunch. It’s kinda embarrassing when the merch and the photographer show up to the venue before the band,” (YN) said with a laugh.

“You're never gonna let me live that down are you?” Gerard asked rubbing the back of his neck.

“Never,” (YN) replied with a smirk before placing a quick kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

“But you love me.”

“Always have, always will.”

Masterlist

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #gerard way fanfic #gerard way imagines #its so fluffy #this story made me happy to write #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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timeoutforthee · 6 years

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More Guardian Angel!Remy

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Taglist: @scrapbookofsketches, @thekeytohappiness-is-you, @khadij-al-kubra, @beautifully-terribly

TW: one homophobic slur, slight violence, and drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this story just keeps getting longer. So. Also this chapter was inspired by this amazing post by @awkward-turtle-patton

“You did what?”

“Oh my God, it’s totally not a big deal. The kid wanted proof. I lowered my sunglasses. Big deal.”

“Yes big deal! Very big deal!” Nate sighs and rubs his temples, “Remy, why are you like this?”

“Um, better question, why are you such a buzzkill?”

“Because I take my job seriously, Remy, unlike you-”

“Oh, just because I want my charges to work for their success instead of rearranging everything around them so that everything falls into their lap-”

“I don’t want my charges to suffer, Remy!”

“So instead you’ve just created waves and waves of self-entitled dickheads-”

“I should have gotten Virgil-”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s been 22 years, let it go-”

“If I had, he would have been a respected intern in an office right now-”

“He would have given up art, Nate!”

“So?!”

“If you would get your head out of your own ass-”

“Well at least my ass has wings!”

And, okay, rude. He definitely didn’t have to go there. Remy purses his lips, and even with the sunglasses, Nate can feel the glare behind them.

A guardian got their wings when they significantly changed the outcome of their charge’s life. Nate had made it his mission, as a guardian angel, to rearrange their lives until they had the most power possible. Remy was more focused on happiness, and honestly, who knew their own happiness better than the human? That’s why he stayed back and let them have most of the control. It’s also why he still didn’t have his wings yet.

Which he wasn’t bitter about. At all.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll go back and check on Virgil.”

Virgil was going to be okay.

That was a mantra he had repeated to himself since day one, and now he had a guardian angel to confirm it. Which should, in theory, be comforting. Except he had found out that his guardian angel was kind of a mess, which was fitting, really, and Virgil couldn’t really judge. Still, maybe he should, like, pray or something and request a switch. Could he do that? He really should have asked more questions. Did it even matter who it was? How could he trust that a random guy could have his destiny all planned out?

Remy told him to trust fate. Until yesterday, he didn’t even believe in fate. He believed in choices and consequences. He made the wrong choice by studying art, and he was suffering as his consequence.

He gripped his beer a little tighter. He didn’t know why his co-workers had asked him to come out tonight. He didn’t particularly like any of them, and he had a feeling they didn’t really like him, either. But his choices for the night were either sulking in the bar or sulking at home. And he was getting really tired of his mother fluttering around him like he was a directionless teenager again. He was a directionless twenty two year old, thank you very much.

He tipped his bottle back and tried to change his line of thinking.

I’ve come a long way. Just to end up in the same place- I have friends. Who haven’t called- I have professors on my side, professors who believe in me. Too bad you’re disappointing them-

The bartender sat a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Black Russian,” the bartender replied, then he pointed, “From that guy.”

Virgil turned. There, lounging on a chair across from the bar, was Remy. His glasses were still in place, but his Starbucks cup was replaced with a wine glass.

He looked back at the bar. He needed some stupid angel magic to get him out of this mess. He needed to know why destiny put him back here. He needed something.

Remy didn’t offer him anything, except for this. A very, very human way to forget.

What the hell?

Virgil twisted in his seat, raising the glass. Remy raised his in response.

“Here’s to you, Remy,” then he downed it.

Oooooh, he was dead. Nate was absolutely going to kill him.

But, like, honestly? Worth it.

Virgil did not get drunk often. He was always so carefully guarded, and having all those walls come crumbling down in the blink of an eye was not something he actually wanted to do. Most of the time.

“It’s bullshit, if another entitled angry white man comes into the God damn store and asks me why ‘is card isn’ working I’mma scream. Sir, I am paid to take your money, my degree is in art how the everlovin’ fuck should I know the inner workin’s of a GAS PUMP?!” Virgil slurred as he stood on top of the bar.

The patrons were starting to become uncomfortable. Mainly because they were entitled, angry white men who definitely have told off someone in customer service at least once. The bartenders, however, seemed to be entertained, and were hesitant to yank him down.

Okay, also Remy had, like, a little bit of influence.

“And you know what else I hate?”

“Virgil, maybe you should-”

“Shhh!” Virgil said, raising a finger to his lips to cut off a co-worker, “I hate when pregnant mothers come in and buy cigarettes. Like, it’s 2018, are we still doing this? And like, fine, I guess you do you, but fucking secondhand smoke issa thing.”

Virgil trailed off as he stared in wonder at the ceiling. Remy noticed that the song in the background was changing. “I LOVE this song!”

Virgil slowly started swaying to the music. Remy clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so, so dead, but his human was having fun, and didn’t he deserve that?

However, it was brought to a halt when someone shouted “Fag!” at him from across the bar.

Virgil stopped and narrowed his eyes. He scanned the crowd until he landed on the guy, some rando with a trucker hat. He jumped off, with far more grace than he really should have, and stalked over to him.

As he got closer, the guy started to second guess if that was exactly a good idea. Virgil may have been lanky, but he was currently towering over him with a fire burning behind his eyes. They stared at each other for brief moment before Virgil swung and decked him. Between the punch and the surprise, the guy fell off the stool he was sitting on.

“Yes!” Remy cried, standing up. He technically should be against violence, but honestly? He was against homophobia more. Punch more homophobes, 2k18.

The bartenders headed over to kick Virgil out, but he just waved them off with a slurred “‘m goin’, ‘m goin’.”

His guardian angel followed him out, finding him sprawled on a patch of grass.

“V, honey? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm. I’m stargazing,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully. Remy glanced up. Whoa. He had never really been on Earth at night time. He didn’t know the stars looked this beautiful. Pausing briefly, he laid down next to his human.

“Remy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t need to look into the future to see that.”

“D’you look into my future a lot?”

Remy sighs, “Kinda. I have a few charges, and they all have multiple outcomes based on life choices that they make everyday. I can’t look into every choice or option you have, especially since I know I probably won’t step in. But I always look at the major ones.”

“Thas a lotta big words fer you,” Virgil says, still staring at the sky.

“I’ve been around for centuries, doll, I can speak as fancy as I want to. I just don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Oh my God, you sound like my coworkers. Like honestly? It’s not that deep. I talk like this because I want to. I drink Starbucks because I want to. I wear these sunglasses because I want to,” he pauses, “I may be an angel, but I’m not above enjoying humanity.”

“Y’know, I bet if I was sober, that’d be real deep.”

“I literally said it wasn’t that deep-”

“Shhhhh,” Virgil says, bringing a finger to Remy’s lips.

Okay. Maybe he should have cut Virgil off a little bit earlier.

Suddenly Virgil is moving his arms so that he’s hugging Remy to him. He lays his head on his shoulder.

“V? You good?”

“I don’ get hugs anymore, leave me ‘lone,” Virgil says, “So, how does the angel thing...work?”

“Okay, first, you have to be more specific. Second, work is boring and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“D’you like it?”

Remy pauses, let’s silence hang in the air for a bit.

“Yes,” because he does. He doesn’t like some of his coworkers’ snide remarks or judginess. But he likes seeing humans rise to the occasion, likes seeing all the twists and turns their life could take, likes to see where they ultimately choose to go.

Virgil nods, his cheek rubbing against Remy’s shoulder. Actually, now that they’re cuddling, Remy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He reaches over and brushes a few purple locks off of Virgil’s forehead.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall asleep…”

“Honey, I’ve seen your sleeping habits. You need it.”

“Ruuuuuuuuude,” Virgil says, then, “Why’re you here?”

“My boss was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing an angel. It’s a lot for humans, sometimes.”

“Tell your boss I am a-ok.”

Remy laughs, “Considering the circumstances, I think he’ll have some other things to say.”

“Whaaaaat? You mean you’re not supposed to get drunk with your clients?”

“Okay, the only one drunk here is you, I was kicked out before the party started-”

“Wait, wait, wait-d’you make my coworkers invite me out tonight?”

“Nope, that was all them. I know you’ll find this shocking, but people like you, Virgil.”

“But I do not like them,” Virgil blinks, “Do they have tragic backstories? Should I be nicer?”

“You’re already nice-”

“Thanks, I have anxiety.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve noticed. But honestly, you should try and get a liiiiittle bit meaner. Like, your comebacks are iconic, and it’s truly tragic I’m the only one that’s heard them.”

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Virgil laughs.

“And, like, for realsies? Your co-workers have been through some stuff, but mostly, they’re just a result of living in this place. Call it a small town curse.”

Virgil nods, then quietly says, “Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I gonna end up like them?”

“I already told you, V, there are bigger things in store for you.”

“I know,” Virgil yawns, “But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not surprised,” Remy says. He glances down. Virgil is resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Remy sighs. He needs to give the kid some tiny spark of hope, enough to encourage him but minor enough that he doesn’t change the outcome of his life.

No pressure.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #guardian angel!remy #remy sanders #me @ me: hey did u know u can write without projecting #me @ me: lol sounds fake but ok #virgil sanders #my writing

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deartreadmill · 6 years

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Gift Giving: A Rant

This is not a fitness related post, but I’ve got nowhere else to rant like this, so you get it.

Apparently 54% of people returned Xmas gifts last year, and that seemed like a startlingly high number.

Initially, I was reactive - what asshole is returning these gifts?! And then I realized me. I am that asshole. Last year, I returned $350 worth of gifts to Costco. Just Costco.

And my ire shifted.

$250 of that was items my in-laws purchased for us. Like the box set of books my mother-in-law had purchased for my daughter for the 3rd year in a row (that is NOT a joke). Or a mask and snorkel set that was $65 for a 10-year-old. Or a flimsy crappy not-hot-wheels garage and race track for my son. And various and sundry items for the kitchen that neither myself nor my husband would ever use, or already had.

Last Christmas was a bad year to become the focus of my rage. I had just lost my mother, and so understandably, emotionally, I was extraordinarily fucked up. Which made the insult of having to return gifts all the more hurtful.

Because it is fucking hurtful to me to have to return Christmas gifts.

I was raised in a family where you DID NOT return gifts. You grinned and bore it, like a good child, even if it was the weirdest, shittiest gift ever. I remember this fucking hideous ‘bumwarmer’ length sweater with matching leg warmers my gramma bought me when I was 9. It barely fit, and was FUGLY, and I wore that fucking thing until it was too small.

As a result, I grew into a very conscientious gift-giver. It took until I was a young adult to get it right, but I worked hard to know people well enough to give gifts that had meaning. Some of the best and most treasured gifts I have ever given anyone cost less than $10. So it has nothing to do with the cost associated with the gift, and everything to do with the thought behind it (true story: in my parent’s spare bedroom are two lighthouse prints I bought for my parents for Christmas one year when I couldn’t even afford groceries. They were 99 cents each, and the frames cost me an additional $6. That was nearly 20 years ago, and my mum redecorated an entire fucking room in her house around those goddamn prints.)

I put a lot of thought into gift-giving because I love giving a gift that will make someone happy. It makes me happy to give gifts that are appreciated. By contrast, I find it really hurtful when people give me a gift that has no meaning whatsoever.

My mother-in-law once gave me what I presume to me a compliment by saying “I don’t even know how you do it. Every gift you give is so thoughtful.” (Last year, I didn’t want to buy gifts. So instead, everyone got ugly christmas sweaters. I felt terrible about it!! I hadn’t put any thought into them, other than sizes and making sure they sorta matched their personalities... THEY WERE THE FUCKING HIT OF CHRISTMAS. My niece was DEVASTATED that she didn’t get one too)

Long story short - I am a great gift-giver. And you can be one too! It’s easy! Here are some tip, if you’d rather not have your gifts be part of that 54% that get returned:

Know the person you are buying for. No, I get it, secret santa situations don’t count for this one. But try to figure out the hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes of the people in your family who you are responsible for purchasing gifts for. Yes, even weird Uncle Ted.

If you don’t know someone well enough to know what kind of gift to get them, you don’t know them well enough to buy them a gift. Seriously. “But it’s my Grandma/Brother/Niece/Cousin/Boss and/or Favourite Coworker!” Yeah, I get it. But don’t buy them some weird-ass shit just because you feel you owe them a gift. Get them something generically thoughtful. Like a gift card - to the local mall, or Tim Hortons/Starbucks/David’s Tea, the new restaurant in town everyone is raving about, their favourite store. I fucking love gift cards and cannot endorse them highly enough.

Chances are, you actually do know them well enough. So weird, every time you call Gramma she’s complaining that missing coffee mug from her corelle blue onion old town set - not the teacup, mind, the coffee mug? Your niece dressed up as Raven from Teen Titans for halloween and no one knew who she was? Your boss is always sneaking off to play golf on Wednesday afternoons? Corelle Blue Onion Coffee cups (2) - $15USD on eBay. Teen Titans complete first season $10 on amazon.ca. Bag of 50 golf tees $3 on amazon.ca

Homemade gifts are always winners. Trust me. One of Mum’s coworkers would gift Mum a hideous and weird crocheted ornament every year, and even though we all thought they were hideous and weird, Mum put them on the tree every year - because in their own weird and hideous way, they were beautiful. J. had made them for my Mum because she knew Christmas was Mum’s favourite time of year, and the Christmas tree was central to that. I now have one of those ornaments, and every year I put it on the tree and think warmly about J. as we all giggle and point at the hideous thing. It’s beautifully hideous. For years my kids have given weird fucking art projects to their grandparents. Last year we didn’t. And I heard about it from my in-laws, but also my Dad. And holy shit, can we talk about those knit cotton dish cloths for a minute? Add ONE to a gift, if you know how to knit, and you will make someone’s entire Christmas. Give 4 and call it done. I fucking love receiving those things.

Memory books are a thing, yo. Honestly, Xmas has become incrementally easier since I realized all the grandparents really want is pictures of my kids. But this doesn’t just apply to doting grandparents. Did your family go somewhere amazing in the last calendar year? Did you have a camping trip that was a comedy of errors? Photo books are relatively cheap, and they are personal.

You have a smartphone, use it. Every time I come across something I think would be funny, fun, thoughtful or useful for someone, I make a note of it in my phone, along with the store it was at, and the price. If you refer back to my top two points, the reality it that you know those people well enough to buy them gifts - but Christmas is stressful and unless you are ready for the barrage of carols blaring over store speakers, bell ringers out front, eternal debate about happy holidays versus merry christmas, and really fucking rude shoppers, you’ll feel like you’ve failed and wind up with your gift returned. This leads to the next item:

“This made me think of you.” If it made you think of that person, it’s the right gift. Even if you have to explain it when they open it. My dad got me this awesome coffee mug 2 years ago at Christmas - it’s all crumpled like a balled up wad of paper, and it says something about having anger management issues. He bought it for me at work because work had been TERRIBLE that year. He was so sad when he found out I couldn’t use it at work because it wasn’t a sealed container (I crush a LOT of medication, and can’t have anything on my cart that med dust could fall into). He was so apologetic - but you know what? I didn’t care that I couldn’t use it at work because the cup reminded him of me, and made light of a situation that, with a few months distance, was comically bad. Every time I see weird outdoorsy string lights (fish, moose, lanterns, whatever), I think of my in-laws who love camping and love going hunting.

Honesty is also a thing. If you seriously can’t figure out what to buy that person, ask. This might be awkward, but it might also open up a bigger door to a cool conversation about something that brings you closer

Guinea Pigs make great gifts, or Charity gifts rock! One year, a charity sent me a gift giving catalog, and I ‘bought’ my in-laws $50 in vaccines for a 3rd world medical clinic, I ‘gave’ my brother 3 guinea pigs for a family in South America to start a guinea pig farm, and I gave my parents $50 in mosquito nets for somewhere that has malaria-bearing mosquitos. I’ve also donated to the local hospice and food bank in the name of someone. Because let’s face it - do any of us need more stuff?

Give a gift of thoughtfulness. This one I learned from my cousin. My Gramma turned 100 this summer. Instead of buying a 100-year-old who has been praying for death for the last 5 years a gift of more stuff, she gave her a gift card to a grocery store that delivers groceries.

Everyone loves bird feeders. Last, but not least, I’ve never had a single person return a bird feeder. The world needs more pretty birds at our windows to make our hearts happy.

If you already gave a bird feeder, give them seed. ‘Nuff said.

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willowbg-consumption · 6 years

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Day 29: February 13th, 2018

Today was such an interesting day, like I don’t even know where to start. I guess I’ll start like I always do. With food and beverage consumption.

I started today off with a banana. Crazy, right? But yeah, had a banana to start my day, followed by an iced cherry mocha from Starbucks. which was pretty meh. Next, at work, I had a grilled cheese sandwich from work because my boss wanted me to be a guinea pig to see if they were still fresh. It was free food, so of course I wasn’t going to say no. I had a bit of Root Beer from the soda fountain with that as well. When I got back from class I had a few starbursts and also two Nutrigrain bars while I was on the bus because I was in a rush to get back to St. Paul. I’ll explain more later. Upon coming home the second time, I had more starbursts, some pizza rolls, a cookie dough pop-tart, water, and some Powerade for dinner. I went from healthy to somewhat unhealthy. As always, my food consumption can be considered economy because I either got the food for free or paid for it at some point in time.

Okay, so big news. I decided last minute to go to the Neck Deep concert after deciding not to go as of Sunday. So, what changed is that I was listening to my punk rock music at work and one of my coworkers asked who the band was. Conveniently it was Neck Deep, and also conveniently she likes the band. So, last minute we decided we were going to go to the concert together and bought the tickets right there at work. This was why I was in a rush to get back to St. Paul after class. It’s because I had to meet up with her. Now, this concert was pretty costly. The tickets were $30, the uber there and back totaled about $30, and I also bought a shirt for $25, but the show was so worth it. I mean, we were shoved against the sound booth barrier for pretty much four hours, but it was so nice to be in a room surrounded by people with a similar interest to you. This concert can be classified as culture, because it is a band I like, as well as economy due to the amount the concert experience cost.

(This was the stage, notice how far back I was)

(My coworker and I after the concert!!!)

The last exciting thing I guess, was that at work, someone’s card kept declining. He literally had taken things things out of what he was going to buy to make it in the limit. I felt really bad, so I ended up buying his lunch for him. It ended up being $14 (ouch), but it was really worth it and it made me feel like a good person. After work, he tracked me down and tried to pay me back, but I told him it was fine and to not worry about it (many times) before he let it go. I would consider this act of kindness economy as well as maybe society, because it’s not something that people do often, but there are instances where people pay for others’ meals.

I don’t really have a fact or a word of the day because that concert has me EXHAUSTED. Also, I didn’t do any homework today, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow too. Let the sleep begin!

#Day 29 #Consumption #neck deep

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tthe-last-timee · 4 years

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2019 Recap

January

1/18: Bought my plane ticket back home to the motherland!

Binge watched You season 1 — thanks, Kayla, for recommending it to me!

Worked full-time during winter break because my work was severely understaffed (more $$$ yaasss)

As a result of working full-time, I also drank coffee on the daily. 🙃

Also binge watched The Hookup Plan on Netflix.

First and only time my class was cancelled because of a snowstorm.

The start of my second semester as a junior.

Restarted watching Game of Thrones.

February

Identity crisis.

Bought tickets to see BLACKPINK in April.

Obsessed with skin care, spent a lot of money at Sephora.

Uni kept me busy for the most part.

Wasn’t able to watch GoT as much. :(

Hello, dean’s list!

March

Started my weekly professional practice experience (PPE) at UI Health. Every Friday for 8 weeks. Made me realize how crazy expensive parking downtown is.

Binge watched GoT so I can watch the last season when it came out. Season 7 is my favorite!

Discovered SHY Martin and omfg I love her music.

Had a fight with one of the closest people in my life, and it opened my eyes to many things. I learned a lot like for example: no matter how close you are to a human being, there will be times where your opinions and views won’t align and I guess that’s okay. Try not to take things personally.

Also discovered L Devine from a YouTuber and I love her music too!!

I was finally able to use my Twitter account on the actual app. I was locked out for months and had to use a third party app.

April

Saw BLACKPINK with my sister and two of my cousins. First concert attended for 2019!

Finally caught up with GoT and was able to watch s8 as it came out every Sunday.

Uni kept me busy (lol when does it not???)

I was awarded, along with two other classmates, the Chancellor’s Student Service Award.

Became a ninang to my first ever inaanak, Miah. 💗

May

Watched “Someone Great” on Netflix and bawled my eyes out towards the end. Nicely incorporated music throughout the whole movie. 👍🏼

Started to get disappointed with how GoT was going.

A classmate & I did a joint report on our PPE experience at UI Health to end the semester.

Started to watch Kdramas again! I watched Touch Your Heart and I had the biggest crush on Lee Dong Wook for a couple of weeks lol.

Watched Aladdin with my sister at AMC Oakbrook and wore an all white outfit when it was pouring rain lmao. I still feel sad about how my continental 80s were soaking wet. 😢

June

Started watching Lucifer. I fell in love with Tom Ellis.

Worked the weekends only because my boss didn’t give me as much hours as I wanted. :( I need money for my vacation :(

Warriors lost the finals, and with many injuries to their star players. I am a sad potato :(

WHEN THEY SEE US. Omfg this show stirred up so many feelings in me that I didn’t know I was capable of. I still highly recommend this mini series. This show also replaced my crush from Tom Ellis to Jharrel Jerome.

So many books and conferences for senior year. I cry :c

Spoiled by coworkers (bought me coffee almost every weekend) <3

New crush alert: #15 USWNT.

July

Hello birth month! Kicked it off by travelling to Florida with my grandparents to visit my tita & tito who live there. Very hot and humid omg. First time my eyes were ever dry that I needed to use eye drops.

Also, Southwest lost my luggage so we were stuck at home the first day in FL to wait for it to get dropped off.

A lot happened this month...

Had to fly to PH early because of a family emergency.

CULTURE SHOCK. I haven’t been home in 6 years.

So grateful for my longtime bff, Johan, for staying with me at home while my grandparents were in Bohol sorting some things out.

7/23: LANY concert at MOA Arena with Johan. Second and last concert for 2019. #thefeels. Manila traffic is insane. Flew back home early the next day because..

7/25: stayed at davao overnight. Had dinner with friends. I was wasted af. Early flight next day to Cebu.

7/26 - 7/30: Spent 5 days with my close gal pals Johan, Hannah, Cara, Arvel, and Auleve at Cebu and Bohol. Spent my 22nd birthday with them and it was the best. ❤️❤️❤️

7/27: At Simala Church and I prayed to God about you. (He really listens!!)

He made me a playlist because I asked for song recommendations. That was really sweet of him.

7/31: Instead of closure, we started something new. We decided to try again. Probably the first and last time I’d let someone read what I wrote on my private blogs. Also, everything happens for a reason haha.

For the record, I’ve drank the most in this month than I ever had in my entire life. Hangovers can suck it.

August

08/04: Davao house party with our closest friends!! Love how supportive they are of us. Didn’t get much sleep, took care of my wasted friends lol.

Frances made a video of the house party linked here: https://youtu.be/t_AATf2fCg8

08/09: 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

08/10: Date at davao, then had dinner with Dan (one of his closest friends and our high school classmate) and his girlfriend, Alyssa.

Started to get texts and emails again from work and uni. :(

Meant so much to me that one of my favorite high school teachers supports us. ❤️

Awarded some $$$ from uni because I had the highest GPA in the HIM program.

Attended the junior orientation at school. Glad to see it’s getting more diverse each year.

Lover!!! 💗💗💗

Officially a senior! One. More. Year. #HIM2020

Impulsively upgraded my phone from 8+ to the XS. 😬

September

My lover’s birth month.

Honeymoon phase.

Part of UIC’s Jeopardy team at the AHIMA Conference and we won!!! YAY TEAM!

One of my high school friends, Paolo, and his friend Riz, visited me here in Chicago for 2 days. Going out with them was a nice break from my monotonous schedule.

And because I had visitors, it was the first time I had to drive on the highway for a long time. Finally conquered my fear of driving on the highway because I had no choice. *pats self on the back*

October

Sad month. Lost another classmate.

Back to drinking Starbucks on the daily. My debit card is crying.

Baby fever is real!

And who would’ve thought... my bff is pregnant!! I tagged Johan on a tweet that said “baby fever but like in an aunt way” and she called me a few days later telling me the good news. I thought she was messing with me at first hahaha. I have a new inaanak coming soon!

Mama’s birthday. Had lunch at our favorite place Joy Yee.

My mom’s brother who she hasn’t seen in 8 years visited us here in Chicago.

November

Friends thought I’m getting engaged or married when I told them I’m going back home after graduation. Love how supportive they are haha.

I was invited to be a panelist for an event at uni. Great experience, although I would not do it again because parking downtown is expensive.

“Not everything about your relationship has to be shared with others.”

Mental health spiral. (I pulled through after disappearing for a few days)

Cut my hair short, but not that short.

December

Senior In-Service done!

Starbucks discontinued my fav Chestnut Praline Latte and I am the saddest bean ever. :( </3

Impulsively upgraded my phone to 11, hated the quality (reminded me of android phones). So after four days, I upgraded it to the 11 Pro Max. No more spending this year! Lol.

After all the struggles I went through with school this semester, I still managed to finish with straight A’s thanks to the extra credit points from completing the course evaluations. Summa cum laude = secured. 👩🏻‍🎓✨☝🏼

I tried Disney Plus and binge watched The Suite Life on Deck. I remembered I used to have the biggest crush on Cody since the first Suite Life lol.

#2019 recap

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