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xoxolifewithdoriann · 18 days

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Spend the day with me mentally!

The random thought's that I have through the day... they time stamped and dated

Friday 04/19/24-Breakfast would've been great today... why didn't i stop because i def had time to grab me something from Bo. A good ole Cajun spicy chicken biscuit with grape and strawberry jelly. And those Bo Rounds !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whew yes with hot sauce and ketchup on them. Some apple juice and I would've been AMAZING lol. But I will survive to lunch. Orrrrr maybe go run and get me some on my 1st break... decisions decisions decisions..

Lunch... what do I want for lunch. If I eat anything it has to be a salad, but from where??? is the biggest question. am i feeling golden c today??? or do I want one of my small salads from wally, hmmm publix... naw I dont want to spend that lol BUGETTING

I don't want anything "bad" chickfila would be amazing but that's not an option when I am at work

so what will it be for lunch today? wait so does that mean I am not going to bo? .

Knocked that production time line together rather quickly, I am proud of myself. For doing it and for the fact I have a solid template of a production timeline

I am loving the backdrop today for work, it's a coffee shop out by the lake, and I am listening to Christian coffee shop music, which is helping me vibe out at work and do multiple things.

Thursday 04/25/24 - 8:30am currently at work | today God has really been speaking to me. I left work later than intended because I knew i needed to stop and get gas before heading to work. and I like a certain drive to work to help me prepare for the day. so when i noticed the time i was like okay we are going to be late today... and that's okay. so i got up got dressed as quickly as possible and got out the door. i got gas not too far from my house on my route that i take to work. i stopped got my gas and then proceeded to work. Y'ALL as i go tot he light for work i looked at the time and noticed that i was going to be right on time. Y'all I have to be to work at 8:00am, I clocked in at 7:59am. I didn't begin my commute to work until 7:3_(something) but my commute is ummmm, one roads and etc. so get behind someone slow and yea you can kiss that nice smooth easy flowing drive good bye for sure lol. but back to this, y'all when i turned on that street i just broke out into a praise because that was no one but God that made that happen for me. because he knew that i wanted to be on time today. that was the one thing i was looking to do was be on time 90% of this week ( i say 90 to give myself grace some mornings). So to make it on time with my route and being behind lots of peoples, and i wasn't speeding and i made it on time was nothing but GOD. {I Thank the Master, I Thank the Savior, I Thank GOD 🙌🏾}

that was him continuing to show me that this time is perfect in my life and his way is better in my life. no matter how much i think i am late in life (because i do tend to have moments of thoughts like that just to be honest) that he shows me NOPE Daughter you are absolutely on time! Stop thinking you are late, i am the Father of time. Time is controlled by me say's God when you accept that you can not rush, dictate or NOTHING that pertains to time and my perfect time you will walk these seasons much easier and smoother say's the Father. So a awesome Daddy to speak and give help and solution all while covering me.

The Message Bible Ecclesiastes 3:11

11 True, God made everything beautiful in itself and in its time - but he's left us in the dark, so we can never know what God is up to, whether he's coming or going.

The Message Bible Jeremiah 29:11

11 I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out - plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.

The Message Bible Proverbs 16:19

9 We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it. It Pays to Take Life Seriously

NOW! What to eat for lunch is the new golden question??????? I am seriously thinking about some Publix chicken, but then I also want a salad and I am on a super tight budget so not sure if this will be a both day lol just being real. So hmmmm let's really think about this in depth, because I have been wanting some fried chicken since the sunday that just passed. but sometimes the one by my job makes me angry so maybe after work. so salad for lunch it is, funny how the thing i need is the thing that won lol, i mean i wanted one but i wanted that chicken more lol.

but WAIT, i am going to walmart for my salad and they have good wings to me, thinking i may want to grab me about 3, hmmm what do we think about that?

also what am i doing with this hair??? I wanna try a twist out, so I think i will wash it tomorrow and then twist it sat at some point. I am ready for straight hair again, trying to hold out until i color it, because yep I am ready to color again, it's time for the change with the changing of season of life and feeling like NOW I am becoming ME, and emerging out the cocoon. So the hair must shift too lol, I need it. But in the mean time between time before that process happens what's the styles lol. its crazy how i really don't like doing my own hair anymore at all. i mean if i could have someone do it all the time i would be so happy.

one thing for sure, i am going to grab me a snack on this first break because ummm... the load is pilling up today and i need some energy. not sure who said i wanted to... never mind okay see y'all later.

xoxo doriann l johnson 💜💎🦋

#diamond #random thoughts #dear diary #day in life

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band-of-bitches · 4 years

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We’re back ya’ll! Part two of my best friend, Kirsten, reacting to the second episode of Band of Brothers, Day of Days!

Kirsten is Blue I am Pink

Before the intro

You are about to lose your shit, because Spiers finally shows up

*inhuman noise*

*laughing*

Btw tumblr, I have not shown Kirsten a single video of Spiers, just a couple photos

I saw him in the opening!

Lt. Meehan on his plane

This is the plane that crashes right?

*slightly shook*

What?

How the fuck do you know that?

Because I remember seeing a plane crash in the preview we watched

Yeah, but how do you know it’s this particular plane?

I remember the faces, like, I remember these are the exact faces

Okay so you remember that; faces you’re gonna see once, but you can’t remember all the ones I showed you in a fucking power point!

*laughing*

*Freaks out over Roe because I’m #obsessed*

Sorry sorry lol

You’re saying sorry as If i have a problem with it

.....this is why I love you

*laughing*

Winters unzips his pants

Woah, is he pulling out his?!?-

*Pulls out compass*

oh.

*laughing*

you thought he was pulling out his dick?

Yeah, I thought he was about to be like “Now it’s time, boys ;)”

pphht

*About Cowboy (Hall) being stuck with them*

Winters just went “we’re gonna babysit you until we find your parents”

*laughing*

After much anticipation, Spiers finally shows up

*makes a :o face and can’t even speak. She went dead silent, I think she met god*

*fucking cackling*

*pauses it cause I just had to* I WISH I COULD SHOW THEM YOUR FACE

Bruh, I just.......bruhh i can’t I’m *Kirsten.exe has stopped working*

You haven’t even seen his face!

I’m....*deep sigh*

*Both dying*

Like 20 seconds later, about to un-pause

Okay, you ready?

Wait a second *takes sip of water*

*snorts*

I’m getting my fill of water cause’ I can’t be looking too thirsty

*Dying of laughter*

Winter’s: “Let’s pack it up, boys”

Lol, they’re packing ;)

*poking me* you get it, you get it???

Shut up

DO YOU GET IT

Yes! I get it, you’re nasty!

lol

During the attack on German guns

Hey, a synchronized attack?!?

yes

Like on Haikyuu!

oml don’t you dare compare this to a Japanese anime!

A Japanese volleyball anime!

Jesus Christ

Did he (popeye) just get shot in the ass??

Lol, yeah

That’s gonna happen a lot more

WHAT???

Toye punches the German

oml he diD BRING THE BRASS KNUCKLES

I freaking love Toye

When Malarkey goes to get the Lugar

He’s gonna get fucked up, all for a gun?!?

hell yeah

You know, if he lived now, he’d totally be the guy to kill for a Popeye's sandwich

Oh, for sure

If you live in Maryland, you definitely know what I’m talking about. Some guy in our state literally killed someone for a Popeye’s chicken sandwich

I mean, it just be like that sometimes *laughing* It’s reasonable, ya know?

eXcUsE mE???

*laughing*

(about Malarkey) I may think he’s hot, but he’s kinda dumb

*laughing*

I usually hate shaky cam, but-

It works here!

Yeah, it fits so well!

lol, teen girl reactions, plus directing critiques

*snorts*

Only here, at band-of-bitches!

Both laughing

When Hall get killed

*GASP* did he just die????

Don’t pause it, just keep watching!

DID HE DIE

JUST WATCH MA’AM

WAS THAT TOYE???

What? No, that was Hall.

Oh. okay.

*laughing* You’re terrible!

I love Spiers bruh, he’s a little dumb for getting out of the trench, but I love him

Okay we’re are done with episode 2!

Bye! well not really bye because it’s...what time is it?...It’s 1:30am-

-It’s 1:30?!?

And we’re gonna watch episode three like right now

This is gonna be a long night.

This is stupid but Kirsten and I did a top 3 boys + honorary boy and man after each episode so here’s our ranking for episode 1 and 2

1) Winters (for obvious reasons)

2) Toye (because Kirsten likes his brass knuckles and he was funny)

3) Spiers ( “It’s fucking hilarious he jumped out the trenches” -Kirsten)

Honorary man is Sink, because he kicked Sobel the fuck out of there

Part two finished! I’m actually having a lot of fun listening to these and writing them down, but dear lord do we talk a lot in the am. Only 8 more to go!

Part one, three

#band of brothers #kirstens reaction #ron speirs #dick winters #joe toye #don malarkey #eugene roe #hbo war

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need-a-new-hobby · 4 years

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Do You Love Him?

Derek had two missions. One: catching this serial killer. Two: making sure the two BAU geniuses got together. Part one of mission 2 was assessing external threats. In the ultimate non-creepiest of ways, Spencer had Piper’s routine memorised. Woke up before dawn. Got some paperwork done. Shower. Toast for breakfast. Coffee from the nearest shop. Arrived at the BAU no later than 8am. He’d convinced Reid to catch a later train and for these lovebirds, he was willing to get to work an hour early. But he didn’t know that Piper equally had all of their schedules memorised. So she was definitely surprised when Reid didn’t show up until 8:45 and Derek showed up at 7:30am.

“What are you doing here so early?”

“Woke up early to have a run but it was too cold out.”

“How early, like 8?”

“6:30”

“AM?” Piper was shocked. “Derek, the last time we shared a room, you smashed your alarm clock for waking you up at 7:30.”

“Yeah, well, people change. Speaking of change, a little birdie told me you’ve been up at night over Detective Lisbon. Really, Pipes? Florida?” Piper sighed.

“I’m going to kill Garcia.”

“Cmon, baby. Talk to me.”

“Shut up Derek. And for the record, he’s from Michigan but was stationed in Florida. He’s putting in for a transfer next week.”

“Interesting. Anywhere in particular? D.C. might be cozy.” Derek laughed.

“First of all, gross and second of all, he doesn’t get to pick.”

“Right, but you’d like him to move to DC, amirite?” She sighed.

“Believe it or not, Derek, you’re wrong.” Piper hastily straightened her pile of paperwork and headed to Hotch’s office.

“Hold it.” Piper groaned and twisted on her heel.

“Whaat?” She exasperated. “I thought things were good, what happened?” Piper slammed her files on the desk.

“He can’t talk to me without putting his foot in his mouth.”

“Like literally or-”

“Of course not literally. He just always stammers and I used to think it was cute that he was kind of nervous, but we’ve talked over the phone 5 times now, and I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want to date a guy who’s too nervous to talk to me and if he’s never comfortable with me then I’m going to be uncomfortable the whole time.” she explained, clearly upset.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

“I dunno. The transfer has nothing to do with me. Florida just sucks.”

“Amen.” She scoffed.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but what do you think?”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Never mind, I’ll just ask Rossi.” Laughing, Derek pulled her back.

“Relax. Just trust your gut. If you don’t feel comfortable walk away.”

“Really?” Derek nodded, desperately controlling himself. “Thanks ma-”

“Don’t you have to get your files to Hotch?”

“Oh shrap. Thanks.” He double pumped the air at her retreating figure before pulling out his cell to tell Spence.

^-^

“We’re going to LA. These are victims 6 and 7, well parts of them anyway.” Piper shuddered.

“Clean cuts too. Like it’s a...”

“Machete?” Rossi offered.

“I was gonna say a samurai sword, but if you want to be boring,” Piper retorted.

“The first 5 were lone victims. He's getting bolder. And more vicious,” Reid noted.

“Tell LAPD we can be there by 9:30.”

On the jet, they took their usual spots after discussing victimology. Piper took the couch, reading her book on Feudal Japan. Reid took the back window reading his book on psycholinguistics. Rossi sat chatting with Hotch and Derek listened to music. Assessing the situation, Derek got up and moved over to Piper. “What’s wrong, Derek?”

“Nothing, I just needed um.. relationship advice.”

“From me?”

“Rossi had three wives, Hotch is a robot and Emily is in a loving relationship with a cat. And Reid’s only advice is that I don’t need advice.”

“Well, you are the woman-whisperer right?”

“Don’t mock me, just help please.” Groaning Piper put her book away.

“What’s the problem?”

“I have this childhood friend.” Piper’s face wrinkled. “Hear me out, seriously.”

“’Kay what’s the deal?”

“We’re still really good friends but I see her as more than that. What do I do?”

“Well, do you see yourselves being together?”

“I mean, I’d like to.”

“Do you see her on a regular basis professionally?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the harm? Just tell her.”

“Wait, why’d you ask if we see each other professionally?”

“Because it’s like if you’re in a band and you decide to date your bandmate. It’s all well until something goes wrong. You lose focus on which strings you’re meant to be playing and if you break up, the band feels the same tension and eventually breaks up.”

“Huh. Thanks, though. For the advice.” Piper shot him a thumbs up and returned to her book.

^-^

Piper leaned against the FBI bike loaned to her outside the crime scene, glancing at her watch. The sooner this case was over, the sooner she could take her leave of absence. A few days vacation might be the cure to her throbbing shoulder which still hurt. Finally an SUV pulled up in front of her and Spencer and Derek came out bickering. “Should have listened to me.”

“It wouldn't have saved that much time, Reid. Let it go.”

“The interchange between the 405 and the 101 freeways is consistently rated the worst interchange in the entire world.”

“Why do you know that?”

“It's a government report.”

“So what?”

“So you work for the government. What, you don't read the reports?”

“On traffic patterns in a city 2, 500 miles from where I live?”

“2, 295 miles.”

“Don't make me smack you in front of all these people.” Derek turned to see Piper with a raised eyebrow. “How long did you have to wait for us?”

“20 minutes Derek. Why’d you take the interchange between the 405 and the 101 freeways? It’d have been easier to take the-”

“Stop it, both of you.” They were interrupted by the lead detective from the LAPD.

“Detective Brady.”

“I’m Agent Morgan, this is Dr Reid and Dr Bishop.”

“Where’s the rest of your team?”

“In an SUV behind us,” Derek explained.

“Yeah, stuck in traffic.” Morgan stared at Reid, struggling to choose between smacking him or pushing him into oncoming traffic.

“So, you had two more victims last night?” Piper asked, struggling to hide her laugh.

“They were discovered a little after 3:30 by a cleaning crew finishing up in the building.”

“So that's 7 victims over the past 2 weeks,” Derek shook his head.

“Bodies are in the alley. What's left of them.”

“Same victimology? We don't have positive i.d.on either one of them yet, but the clothing fits. You really think this is only one guy, huh?”

“The level of overkill suggests an unsub in a psychotic break. Multiple unsubs in violent psychotic breaks operating in the exact same location is exceedingly unlikely.” The detective stared at him.

“Essentially it’s rare for two people to have the same psychosis. So you’re probably dealing with one guy.” Piper squeezed Spencer’s shoulder as she motioned for the detective to start showing them the crime scene. Derek couldn’t help smiling at the two of them. That smile faded as they saw the horrifying remnants of two people brutally murdered. After examining the scene, Morgan walked away to call Hotch.

“Do you know that a domestic cat loose in a normal neighbourhood is the equivalent of a small-scale ecological disaster?” Reid asked out of nowhere.

“Excuse me?” The detective looked perplexed as did Piper.

“Where are you going with this?”

“They'll kill anything they can-- bugs, rodents, birds, other cats, small dogs if possible. Anything.”

“That got something to do with this?”

“An unsub in a violent psychotic break is worse.”

^-^

Spencer sat behind Hotch in the SUV, trying to reach Piper to update her on the geographical area. “Yeah, Spence.” Her voice always managed to calm his nerves.

“Hotch and Rossi figured out the geographical centre of the killings. It’s a building complex, a lot of them single room occupancy. High turnover rate.”

“So he’s transient?”

“Yeah. You got any theories?”

“Right now, my best guess is a traumatic event triggered the psychosis, probably violent in nature. But until we know who our victims are, no clue what it could be. Where are you guys headed?”

“To our next victim’s house.”

“House?”

“Yeah, the unsub visited the house of the 8th victim.”

“So he’s getting bolder.”

“Yeah, Derek’s trying to get a hold of the detective. Are you not at the precinct?”

“Nah, I got hungry. I’m getting churros. You need me?”

Always, he thought. “I’ll call you if we do.”

“Okay. Be safe.” Derek made a motion cutting his hand across his neck.

“Hey, Pipes, stay on the call, I’m gonna put you on speaker.”

“Okie doke.” Piper paid for the churro she was waiting for and stood by the bike.

“So we finally found the link between victims,” Derek said, switching off his cell. “All gangbangers. Guy named Glen Hill. Street name is Reaper. No survivors. 6 dead, 4 inside, 2 outside. Hill’s still missing.”

“So he’s devolving,” Reid noted. “We should ask Garcia to look at recent gang violence in LA. This amount of overkill isn’t just for cleaning up the streets.

“Like Batman?”

“Like who?” Derek’s voice went up an octave.

“You know. Batman. Gangbanger kills his dad. He becomes the Batman and starts putting away criminals using... does no-one here watch movies?”

“No, Pipes, we just generally call unsubs professional archetypes.”

“Please, Batman is a vigilante, same thing. Don’t ruin this for me, Derek. Bye. Be safe.”

^-^

Piper sat, perched on a desk next to Spencer as she watched Morgan and the officers bring in John McHale. “It’s funny how average they all look.”

“You were right though.” She scoffed.

“PTSD can be a bitch.” She carded a hand through her hair.

“At least you get to go on leave once we get back.”

“It’s only 2 weeks and I’ll be in DC the whole time. Just please call me so I don’t go completely crazy.”

“Promise.” Piper held out her pinky and Spencer laughed. “Really?” He wrapped his pinky around hers. “Promise.”

“Good. If you break it, I have the right to take that pinky.”

“On whose authority, may I ask?”

“Garcia’s. You can fight with her over the solemnity of pinky promises all day. Just let me know beforehand so I can make popcorn.” She stopped laughing as Hotch, Rossi and Emily walked in with half a dozen boxes. “You guys find the weapon?”

“Didn’t need to. Mr McHale is a very sick young man.”

“I mean his girlfriend was raped by a gang in front of him. I wouldn’t want to survive that. Can’t even imagine what he’s going through,” Piper said softly, looking through the boxes to see detailed replications of the crime scenes in art.

“He killed 8 men,” Brady argued.

“While in psychosis,” Hotch defended. “It doesn’t forgive him, but it’s a mitigating factor.”

“He’s still in it. He probably doesn’t even know what he’s done,” Piper told Hotch, “You’re gonna have to shake him pretty hard right?”

“Yeah, Bishop, you’ve dealt with PTSD patients. Any input?”

“Nothing you probably don’t already know. It’ll probably turn ugly, but mounting pressure’s the way to go. Multiple people, surround him, suffocate him with questions until his mental block breaks. Only way to deal with the psychosis.”

“You’re suggesting we emotionally break him?” Emily asked, shocked at her response.

“No. I’m suggesting you emotionally overwhelm him. He will get violent though. Once he breaks, use the smoothest voice you’ve got, Rossi.”

“How smooth?”

“Elvis Presley smooth.”

“Don’t mention his name to me. Reminds me of my third wife,” he muttered, making Hotch smile as they went into the interrogation room.

“You have any idea what weapon he used?” JJ asked Reid.

“Well, to cut that cleanly, it’s thin but strong, not like a rapier,” Piper started. “Maybe a short sword but those are hard to find in LA and a straight blade isn’t any good. Straight blades are better used for sparring and rapiers can be flimsy, like fencing swords. The best choice would be something like a katana or a scimitar. Their slightly curved which gives a better angle. Plus, scimitars are often sold in pairs which is probably why the crimes were so brutal. Hard to fight against one, never mind both.”

“I don’t wanna know why you know that.” JJ patted Piper’s shoulder and walked off. Piper stared at the drawings.

“He’s really talented, despite the whole gory part of it. I might’ve even read it if I found it in a library. Be a little horrified but then put it away. How do you put reality away?”

“I think Garcia reads his books.”

“Yeah, what’s it called?”

“Blue.”

“Maybe I’ll get a copy for my mantle.”

“Your what?”

“Hmm? I found his phone, look.” She passed it to Reid absentmindedly. “The more we delve, the badder I feel for this guy.” Spencer stared at her turning the phone over in his gloved hand. Only she would feel this bad for a guy that murdered over a dozen gangbangers. Smiling softly, Reid opened McHale’s phone.

“He’s called the same number 11 times in the past week.”

“Try it. Maybe they can tell us something.” He dialled the number and held it out between them. Piper’s head swivelled towards the ringtone blaring from another box. “This is Vickie’s phone. The girlfriend. Jesus. He doesn’t even know she’s-”

“It’s severer than we thought.”

“Yeah, well. This evidence is all catalogued and LAPD’s all over it so...” Piper paused, drumming her hands on a box. “There’s a comic-book store a block away. You in?” Spencer nodded, smiling.

^-^

Piper stared out the window, seated in front of Hotch who was trying to dial someone, probably Haley. She knew better than to ask. Spencer sat adjacent to her, flipping through the comic Piper’d bought. “That his comic book?”

“Yeah, it’s called Blue.” Piper turned her head at the sound of his voice.

“It's about a girl who thinks she's a real human being, right? But it turns out she's a robot that was built by her uncle.”

“So it’s Pinocchio?”

“Yeah, it is like Pinocchio, only, uh, set in a high school in outer space.”

“Oh, by the way, what happened to vickie's phone?”

“Phone?”

“The one that Johnny kept calling, with her message on it?”

“Oh, we gave them both back to him. You know, I couldn't imagine having nothing left of someone but a voice message. I think I'd never stop listening to it.”

“Yeah, it's sad. Hey, did you know that Carlo Lorenzini, the guy that wrote Pinocchio, was said to be obsessed with the human nose? As a matter of fact, Pinocchio wasn't even the first character--”

“- interesting. Coffee?”

“I'm all right. Thank you, though, for asking.” Piper moved into JJ’s original seat to talk to him.

“Do you think it’s weird I knew all that stuff about swords?”

“Nah, we read a lot. Those guys don’t. I’m not sure Derek know what a book is.”

“Oh, he’d read just as much as you if he thought it would help him get a girl.”

“Why’d you ask?”

“Something Drew did a while ago. Kinda stuck with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“He...he hung up on me when I was talking to him about samurais. I dunno, it’s probably nothing right?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Right.” Piper leaned back. “Derek said the weirdest thing yesterday. Asked me for advice about a girl. Said they were good friends but he wanted more. Did he mention anything to you?”

“Uhh... Yeah. No, yeah he did. A umm...childhood friend right?”

“Right. Well, if you know, then it’s cool. It just doesn’t seem like him.”

“What did you say?”

“I said so long as you don’t work with her professionally, what’s the harm? If anything, keeping it in might make the relationship worse.” Piper suddenly got up and returned to her seat, gazing out the window, knuckles resting on her chin.

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ignitingwriting · 5 years

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Igniting Writing ‘Explore’ Contest 2019, Submission by Vince from Lake Erie Ink

Some good news to share with you all - we have our first entry for the Igniting Writing 'Explore’ creative writing contest, in collaboration with Fighting Words, Young Writers Project and Lake Erie Ink! Our first submission was sent in by Vince, from Lake Erie Ink, and it’s a great read, capturing the rebellious streak of bored teenagers and a supernatural twist! Have a read for yourself below:

Exploration was a godsend to the kids of Mountain Brook Street. Due to the amount of space around them deemed ‘private property’ there weren’t many places for people to hang out. Often times the kids on the street found creative ways to get around the rules or odd places to chill.

A lot of the families on Mountain Brook Street had their kids grow up there and then all leave. It was a very move-in-then-move-out kind of place. Despite that stigma, there was a small cast of families that never quite got the memo. One of these families was the Beckers. Thomas and Julie Becker had bought the house when they were newlyweds and despite having three kids of varying ages they hadn’t ever thought of moving out. Their youngest child, Richie, was definitely the most adventurous of the group. He was the youngest of the three, at 15. His two brothers, Randall and Donnie, were 21 and 30 respectively, so they were already out of his life at a young age. This meant that family visits and reunions were an absolute drag for him. On one hand he got to see his siblings, but on the other, he’d get scolded by old people he barely knew for trespassing, cheating, or whatever he’d done that week.

It was July 18th and his three cousins and two uncles were coming to town. He despised them and it’d been the sixth time this year that they decided to come ‘visit’ for a week. They all knew the real reason why they came over so often, but no one wanted to argue about it. Money was thin these days and, likewise, so was Richie’s patience about this whole ordeal. Summer vacation was an evil that he would never wish on anyone (other than his cousins, of course). He was alone to do anything his free will granted and he wasn’t happy about that. Richie longed for a chance to do mischievous things with others. He just hoped high school was going to be the haven for chaos that he’d always dreamt of. All his previous friends were one-off jerks who lived in the city and until this summer he never realized what it was like to not have people around. Luckily for him, there were a few younger neighbourhood kids that he could hang out with. One of which was always open for causing a ruse.

Gregory Palm was the perfect mixture of true neutral and chaotic evil. He lived with his parents, four siblings, three cats and a canary. Richie never really saw him as more than an acquaintance, but it was evident the feeling was not double-sided. Gregory trusted Richie with his deepest regrets and despite being a year younger was very trustworthy himself.

Today was a reckoning day for sure. Today was the day that Richie was going to do the impossible. He was going to ditch a family reunion. Gregory had told him about this place he found while wandering a few weeks prior, that was right between the steel mill and the salt mine (and processing plant) that had plagued them their whole lives. For a while ‘Private’ and ‘Property’ were the only two words he knew how to read besides the omnipresent ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘because’. It was just one of those things the kids of Mountain Brook Street grew up with.

Richie set off on his expedition early that morning. It was about 8:30am and the guests were due to arrive in about an hour. He yelled, “I’m going to Gregory’s house, see you later, bye!” very quickly towards the direction of his parents’ room as he stormed down the staircase to the front door. He practically leapt out of the house and slammed the door behind him. This was the beginning of a very long day. He made his voyage down the sidewalk to Gregory’s abode. It was definitely what people would classify as a fixer-upper, but it still managed to be menacing in its own way. Before even stepping foot into the yard he heard the somewhat loud voice of his friend. Gregory hung out the second floor window, dressed in a flannel and a vacation-esque floral t-shirt. He was waving down at Richie, who seemed to be shocked by the level of incompetence he was witnessing.

“Gregory, what are you doing up there? Aren’t you scared of falling? You could get hurt!”

“Shut up!”

After he gave his response Gregory pushed the window closed and ran downstairs faster than what seemed possible. He swung the door open and skidded to a halt in front of Richie. He was breathing heavily, hands on his knees.

“I told you, dude, I do a lot of things I don’t really think about first.”

“Seems about right!” Richie laughed.

“I didn’t ask for a response from the peanut gallery, did I?”

“Ugh, can it! Where is this crazy forest tunnel thing you were talking so much about?”

“Oh, yeah! Um, follow me!”

The walk was pretty long by any 14-15 year old’s standards, so there were frequent stops for water and jokes until they finally arrived at about 9:45am. Amongst the clouds of factory gas and industrial flower gardens there was a hole in the ground. It wasn’t an uncommon sight in the built-up areas between the many manufacturing plants, but something seemed to draw Richie closer.

“So, this is what you were so crazy about?”

“Yeah, I can assure you I didn't just bring you out here to any old hole!”

“Oh? What’s so special about this hole, then?”

“Look at this!”

Gregory took Richie by the arm and pulled him forward to look down.

“A staircase, Gregory?”

“Yeah, pretty cool, right?”

“I wonder what’s down –”

He was cut off by Gregory yelling, “Not it!” out loud and pulling his hand away from his friend’s arm.

Richie sighed. “So, you’re asking me to go down this suspicious spiral staircase in the middle of the woods between two big factories... by myself.”

“When you put it that way, it makes me seem like a jerk, ouch!”

“Well right now I don’t think that’s far off from the truth!”

Richie crossed his arms and turned around.

“Fine, fine, take this –” Gregory took off his bag, rummaging through the top portion and pulling out a Swiss Army knife on a keychain with pepper spray and a mini flashlight. “If you see anyone super crazy down there, you’ve got a weapon! I’ll stand up here and keep watch; I think our parents might be looking for us. I may or may not have told them I was hanging out with Tommy from over on Redwood Drive.”

“Gregory Marvin Palm, you lied to your entire household about where you were going? They have phones, you know!” This terrified Richie, although it did not cause him to leave this crazy place so soon.

He sighed, turning back around and releasing his arms from their criss-crossed position. Richie stepped on to the first step of the spiral staircase and smiled. “If I don’t make it out alive, put it on record that I told ya so.”

Gregory nervously laughed, as the other boy walked slowly down the descending pipe into the earth below.

It seemed to go on forever, down into the dark depths. Despite only being lit by the keychain flashlight, Richie could tell that the place was rather clean for what he would assume to be a sewer. He reached the bottom and walked down the long corridor extending from the final landing. There was an old-fashioned wooden door held together by metal and century old nails. He brought himself forward to grasp the doorknob and turned it. On the other side of the door, there was a huge open room, with slits in the ceiling, like water vents for rain. The walls and floor were decorated with flowers, fruits and vegetables of all kinds. It was a marvellous cacophony of darkness and life. Richie was comforted by the familiar smells, which brought him closer to the greenery.

All of a sudden, the door behind Richie slammed and he heard a ringing noise in his head. He had the Swiss Army knife in one hand and the rest of the keychain in the other. The ringing died down and he started hearing a shaky, strained voice. It wasn’t loud, yet he could still hear it. Panicked, he ran for the other door in the room that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. It was open, so he figured there was a way out somehow. The voice went in and out in his head. It sounded like a test recording of some kind. As he walked cautiously to the door, he yelled, “Gregory, this isn’t funny! Is this why you wanted me to come down here? To lock me in? You’re sick y’know!”

The voice shuddered before responding. “Who?”

Richie stepped into the second room, pulling the door open completely. There was a huge machine against the right wall, with someone in a black cloak standing in front of it. Richie was petrified with fear, which caused him to stand there blankly. The person in the cloak turned, showing his skull-like face. “Oh, I wasn’t expecting anyone! Hey! I’m not too sure what’s going on, but you seem a little worried, how about we sit down?”

Before Richie could say anything, he was sat down at a table across from this crazy skeleton-esque man. The guy was so goofy, that he couldn’t help but laugh in almost terror from being so scared before. This was of course terrifying, but not to the extent he was preparing himself for.

“Oh – um, well, before you say anything, I should probably get off my chest that I am completely and utterly deaf. I cannot understand, or lip read, but! That machine in there is for telepathy! I can hear and speak to you through brain waves! Pretty cool, right? By the way, I’m Death! Death himself!” Death stuck out his hand for a shake.

Richie obliged, shaking his hand. He went to open his mouth, before realizing that he can’t just speak out loud. Once they stopped their handshake, he started to try to speak telepathically.

“So, you’re Death himself?”

“Yeah, pretty sure I am!”

“Why do you, like, live down here with plants? Don’t you kill things?”

“Ouch! Um, not exactly. Death is at the end of life, so honestly, my job is to nurture and care until they’re too weak to support themselves anymore.”

“Weird. Why are you deaf?”

“Why? Do you ever ask someone why they have cancer? Why do they have a pet? I mean, come on!”

“So you’re not going to tell me.”

Death sighs. “Hearing is just a foresight that I cannot ever truly obtain in this mortal form. What you see now is much like a hologram of who I really am. I’m the new Death and unlike most before me I don't loathe Earth – I enjoy it. Much like people having to make sacrifices to be happy, I had to make a sacrifice.”

“Huh. I should probably get going. Gregory is probably freaking out right now –”

Richie went to stand, but Death got up before him and said, “Wait! Take this!” as he ran over to a potted plant with bright purple flowers. He walked back to Richie and handed it to him.

“You might not need this now, but here's a token of my thanks for visiting. Just remember that even if you know things are a certain way, you don’t have to take it as it is. There are a million things you can do in life and I hope that you do all that you want to before I see you again. Take care and goodbye!”

Richie woke up in a cold sweat, in an empty sewer, next to a potted plant and a staircase. No door in sight.

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sin-without-doubt-blog · 5 years

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Hey p'yan!! Do me a goodie and give me a few 2ps reactions to their SO being a night owl and being really tired all the time in the day time!!! Give me your favorites plzzz!! Your biggest fan right now!! :3

𝗐 𝗁 𝖺 𝗍?? 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄?? 𝗎𝗁𝗆, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖱𝗍

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗀𝗂𝖺! 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋!

— 𝗉'𝗒𝖺𝗇

2P! REACTIONS TO TIRED & NIGHT OWL [ S / O ]

2P!America / Allen : an absolute asshole and starts bugging his s/o to go to s l e e p because after a while it’s not fun being in charge of them - making sure they don’t drown in their bowl of cereal in the morning “just go to slee—” “nO, slEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!” “sLEEP is KEyY, c’mON!! DON’T BE LIKE THAT, SATAN” holds them down at the end because he wants to cuddle to sleep. you’re stuck and bye bye productivity

2P!France / Jean - Louis : honestly same??? doesn’t function in the mornings / afternoons / evenings himself. why would he pressure his s/o into doing that?? he likes that he can relax with his s/o at a time that fits them both instead of making the effort of being awake at those unholy hours

2P!Russia / Viktor : good boi worries. thinks that staying up is an unhealthy habit and threatens to place their s/o into a sleeper hold if they don’t at least try to manage their day time life

2P!N.Italy / Luciano : i am,,,, disgusted?? is all about day time life ( and sometimes that night time life, if you get what i mE aN ), so if his s/o is falling asleep because t he y didn’t go to sleep at the a P p R o P i R a T e time — don’t expect mercy. ouch

2P!S.Italy / Flavio : ??? excuse me what. no. he— listennnn. he will support you no matter what but as a humanist activist - whatever, he needs you to stop torturing yourself. you’re running out of concealer and his refreshing “8 hrs of sleep” face masks aren’t working on you anymore anD it’s taking its toll, bbyg nO

2P!Germany / Lutz : what. an. ass. see luciano but multiply it by 3 and take away 7 and that’s lutz. diddly doo, how do yOU survive him? you don’t. you can’t. he’s a ball of explosive Energi ™ and he canNoT slow down.

2P!Japan / Kuro : he doesn’t mind if his s/o stays up till somewhere around 3 - 4am but any later than that and he’s going to spike your drinks. he has no room to deal with lazy / tired people ( no offence )

2P!Spain / Andreas : daytime naps? heeeeell yeah “where you going?” “gunna go take a na—” “¿sin mí? ¿sin mí? no, cOn mi” he doesn’t mind, means they’re going to be more subdued in the day and he can just chill

2P!Poland / Frank : have you heard of manners? have you ever even breeched the thought of manners? well, this guy has high expectations and being sLOPpY is not good manners. you gotta be up at 7am, out of pjs by 7:30am, and eating breakfast, ready to start your day by 7:45am. won’t take no as an answer, good luck

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oneplusoneistwins · 5 years

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My birth story w/ identical twins over 6 lbs EACH. . .!!!

It was 3:30am and I opened my eyes. Ugh my back hurt so bad... as I went to turn to my other side and adjust for the 100th time during the night, I felt like I peed myself. I mean there’s definitely been bladder leaks but this was a lot of leakage. I thought maybe I just held my pee for too long so I slowly struggled to swing my legs over and stand up to waddle to the bathroom. I looked down at my purple shorts and it looked like I just went swimming in them...did my water actually break? I took them off and put my robe on and climbed back in bed.

“Babe... babe... wake up. I’m leaking.”

“Leaking? What do you mean?”

I told him what just happend and he went to the bathroom to look at my shorts.

“Marisa, that’s so much water, call the hospital.”

By the time we drove to CHOMP (Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula) it was around 4:15am. We were instructed to go to the ER and they wheeled me in a wheel chair to the birth center.

This birth center was like my second home the last two months of my pregnancy. I was admitted into the hospital at 30 weeks because I had strong labor contractions and I was given a steroid shot to help the babies lungs develop just in case they came early. I was also put on Procardia which is a pill I had to take 4-6 times a day just to control my uterus from contracting, and I took that every day for 6 weeks. It made me extremely dizzy every time I took it and made my blood pressure low so I had to basically lay down on the couch all day. I was also put on iron pills because my babies took so much energy out of me that my iron was at a 26 (very close to getting a blood transfusion...talk about scary right ?!) I had to get monitored 2 times a week for an hour or more hooked up to a machine at the birth center to see how strong my contractions were and if the babies heartbeats and movements were normal. On top of all of that I had two doctors appointments per week as well the last 6 weeks of my pregnancy.

So we got to a room and I just had more and more water coming out of me and the grey sweats I was wearing were completely soaked. I was hooked up to the machine per usual and to say those babies were ready to come out was an understatement because I was already dilated 4 centimeters. They took me to another room and the contractions were getting stronger and stronger. Finally, after 2 hours of excruciating pain (but no tears, just anger lol) I was able to get the epidural. As they set up the needle and pricked my back with it I got the strongest contraction of them all and I held on tight to Nick’s shoulders as he looked at me telling me that it was okay. I didn’t even feel that needle because I was having contractions the entire time trying to hold still. As soon as it was over I laid back down and looked at the doctor and told him I felt really nauseous. They gave me a bag and right in front of Nick’s face he watched me throw up from the medicine. Even though he saw me throw up a million times in the beginning of my pregnancy with hyperemesis, I was still so embarrassed as he looked at me with such love.

When I went numb things were pretty easy from there. We thought I wasn’t going to give birth until that night but the babies had another plan. It was around 10am and I was 8 centimeters dilated. Around 11am they checked me again and I was 10 centimeters dilated... it was time. My OBGYN was not able to be there but a previous doctor that had been there before, Dr. Laughlin, came in and told me what I was going to expect.

“Okay honey these babies are set to go. Now I know the plan was to have a c-section before but since you’re able to vaginally, you still want to try right?”

“Yes..if it’s safe.”

“You’re gonna do great hun. When you get in the OR room there’s gonna be a lot of bright lights and around 10 nurses, a specialist doctor, the anesthesiologist and myself. Now we’re gonna try vaginally but if for some reason I think it becomes unsafe or if Baby B turns head up after Baby A comes out, we’re going to have to perform a C-section. Now we’re gonna give you two a minute to mentally prepare yourselves for these next moments okay?”

When everyone left the room, Nick looked at me with tears down his face and I started sobbing, so scared and excited for what was to come. We could not believe we were going to parents. They came back in and rolled me into the OR room with Nick by my side sniffing essential oils so he wouldn’t throw up Lol... and I sobbed saying bye to my mom and dad looking at me so proudly in the hallway with my huge belly.

When we got in there they transferred me from my hospital bed to another bed where I was going to give birth. For some reason I stopped crying and I was ready to do this. The doctors told me exactly what was going to happen next and practiced pushing with me (although I don’t think they were practice pushes...they were real pushes). So there I was completely vulnerable with my legs upholstered and what felt like a million people in this scary room with blinding bright lights, and scalpels close by just in case things got complicated too quickly, and I was completely calm. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable and so comfortable in my strong woman body than I did in that moment because I was giving birth to freaking twins!!

“Okay push push push... there you go there you go here she comes Marisa!”

The most beautiful cry and most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on was put into my arms as Nick and I cried with such joy. Baby A (Lena) was out at 12:19pm. They took her away so Baby B (Lila) could be next.

My stomach was completely sideways as they put the ultrasound machine on my stomach seeing if Baby B didn’t move so I could push her out too.

“Okay doctor she’s ready, she didn’t move.”

“Okay Marisa now it’s time to push again. Okay push push push...that’s it that’s it yes!”

Another beautiful cry came out 9 minutes later and another beautiful baby was put in my arms at 12:28pm. I could not believe I just gave birth to two babies.

I pushed out the placenta next and it was incredible to look at two umbilical cords attached to this ugly thing that kept my babies alive for 9 months. I was so blessed to not even have any tears or stitches, and two healthy babies.

“Okay dad you want to go with the babies to weigh them?”

Nick looked at me like he didn’t want to leave me but I told him to go be with them while they finished up with me.

Dr. Laughlin came back in and said, “Okay Marisa you want to know how much your babies weigh? Baby A, 6 pounds 5 ounces and Baby B, 6 pounds 2 ounces. Wow you are incredible honey.”

When the nurses went to go tell my parents that the babies were born they were completely shocked because it had literally been 30 minutes since they took me to the OR room. Those babies were ready!!!

To this day, I will never ever forget those beautiful, vulnerable moments. And now it’s been three incredibly hard months of bliss and hormonal changes. I swear I love them more and more every single day, despite the struggle.

Lena and Lila helped me find myself again, and I don’t think I could ever thank them enough. They are so perfect and innocent and I am so blessed to be their mommy. Plus they have such an amazing daddy that’s been there for every moment and I know will continue to be there for every good and every bad moment.

Thank you for reading my birth story. I’ll always feel blessed for such an easy delivery.

Sincerely,

Mommy of two💗💗

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realexotrash · 7 years

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Cabin//pt. 4

(The outfit in this takes place in this part and this is the only pic that I actually found that is more on the high quality end)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, friend!au

Warning: Graphic smut. I mean it’s a smut buddy, what do ya expect?

Authors Note: AHHHH!!!! IM SORRY THIS IS COMING OUT SO LATEE. Tumblr had deleted this entire post so I had to rewrite the whole thing and it was the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. SMUT. So we’ve finally arrived in nasty town, eh? I am so proud of this chapter because I feel like I really love the balance of cuteness and sexy time, and this is completely my version of romance, I think this kind of stuff is more romantic and cute than like a fancy dinner ya know? Ha ha anyway, thank you for understanding that I’m a full time student and sometimes it’s really hard for me to write. Thank you guys for being so patient ENJOY, CABIN PART 4.

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

“Yeah yeah Mom don’t worry, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.” ______

Your mom had decided to spend the rest of the day around the cabin so she could drive back to the lodge at around 7:30.

Baekhyun woke up from his “nap” about an hour after your mom got to the cabin. Turns out he had actually fallen asleep and walked out into the living room where you and your mom were sitting with bed hair and the sexiest raspy voice you’ve ever heard in your entire goddamn life.

You all just laid around the whole day, skipping through Netflix and going back to reading Fahrenheit 451 while also trying to stay as far away from Baekhyun as you could so you wouldn’t be tempted while your mom was here.

___

“Well everything looks good here.” Your mom says while giving you a hug, “I’ll be back on Friday okay?”

You hug her back, “We’ll be okay, go have fun at the retreat.”

She gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Okay sweetie, you be good.” She looks up and waves to Baekhyun who is currently on the couch shoving a handful of goldfish into his mouth, “bye Baekhyun.” He gives her a smile and a wave back before she’s out the door and you can see the headlight of her car driving down the street.

Now it’s just you and Baekhyun alone. Again.

You hear his deep chuckle behind you, “well that was close.”

You turn around and laugh too, “I know, if she had come back two minutes before.” You make your way to the couch and sit, sprawling your legs across Baekhyun’s lap while he takes in another handful of goldfish.

“Did she suspect anything?” His hand lays on your knee, sending a chill throughout your body.

“Not even a little bit, when she got here she thought we still hated each other.” You reach over to take some goldfish for yourself.

___

As you open your eyes you see Baekhyun looking down at you with a sleepish grin.

You take a sharp inhale in and close your eyes for a loud yawn, “good morning.”

Baekhyun returns your ‘good morning’ and unwraps his limbs from around you to stretch.

You two had spent the rest of the evening watching the Avengers until about 1:30am when you decided it was time to sleep. You nestled yourself into Baekhyun’s chest, and just when you were about to fall asleep you felt his lips graze yours. When you looked at him he just had a smile on his face and reached down to plant a warm kiss onto your lips. “Goodnight.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” you asked through another deep yawn.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know, what sounds good?”

“Mmmm, bacon sounds good.” [pun intended]

“Agreed, aaaaaaaannnd… pancakes?” He gives you puppy dog eyes

You smile, “yes and pancakes, would you like to make them?”

He smiles and jumps up from the bed, racing to the kitchen to bless your taste buds with his pancakes.

After brushing your teeth, you enter the kitchen to hear Junk Of the Heart by the Kooks blasting through the kitchen, Baekhyun at the stove happily dancing and singing along. You really weren’t lying when you were sleep talking yesterday, his voice is so lovely.

___

“What do you want to do today?” You ask, shoveling the last piece of pancake into your mouth.

Baekhyun smiles, also cleaning his plate. “We can go exploring today? You know, go find a cool tree, maybe some cool rocks.” He giggles before rising from the table to put his dish in the sink.

“You know, I think that’s a wonderful idea. I need a couple new cool rocks.”

He looks at the clock on the stove, “Well it’s 8:30, do you wanna go at 9:00?”

You nod and stand, discarding your plate in the sink so you could go get ready.

You take a nice shower and dry off, Baekhyun stepping into the shower just after you.

You decide to wear a pink summer dress that goes down to your knees with little buttons down the front, taking a white scarf to tie around your head as a headband before pairing it with white vans

“You ready?”

You turn around to see Baekhyun wearing a red plaid shirt with suspenders, black skinny jeans and a black top hat that matches his dark locks perfectly.

“Yeah, um,” You go and pick up your yellow Fjallraven Kanken backpack, “What should we bring? Like snacks? Maybe a weapon of some sort?” You walk over to the small window seat where your books are displayed, picking up Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire for yourself.

“My Dad left me a pocket knife,” he walks over to his suitcase and pulls a small black knife out of the front pocket, flipping the knife out to show you, “and there’s a hammer in the tool box that you could put in your bag?” He flips the knife back in and tucks it in his back pocket for safe keeping.

You nod and walk down the hallway, Baekhyun following behind you. You turn into the kitchen, “You go get the hammer and I’ll pack us some snacks.”

You rummage through the cabinets; your mom had gone grocery shopping while she was here, thank god. You put various snacks in little plastic baggies, along with a couple waters and some bottles of lemonade you found in the back of the fridge.

Baekhyun reappears with a small hammer, “OH oh! Pack me some animal crackers will ya?” He hands you the hammer to put into your backpack.

“Already did,” you laugh “You ready?”

“Yep.”

You shove one last apple and your speaker in your bag and head out the door. You stop once you’re outside, “Which way? We could go into the forest, or around the lake?” You point in each direction for emphasis.

“We’ve explored around the lake a million times, lets go in there.” Baekhyun starts heading into the sea of trees, you following close behind

You two walk for about twenty minutes, mentally marking trees and other things so you could easily find your way back. The forest floor was littered with orange and yellow autumn leaves, crunching beneath your feet as you and Baekhyun were talking about the beauty of it all.

“Look at that tree.” Baekhyun says, pointing to a lone oak tree just off the trail. “Do you wanna go hang out on it?” He’s already walking towards it.

The tree was beautiful. The leaves were all a mixture of yellows and oranges, it’s branches hanging both low and high. The tree looked older than anyone could count.

You climbed up the tree by its branches, taking a seat about 9ft in the air, Baekhyun sitting on a branch a little higher and to the left. You reach into your bag and take out a bag of animal crackers, reaching up to hand them to Baekhyun. He gives you a small thanks and you pull out your Harry Potter book and start to read silently to yourself, enjoying the sounds of the forest.

“What are you reading?” Baekhyun smiles down at you from his branch.

You look up, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.” You reach into your backpack, which was now hanging from a separate branch, and pull out your speaker.

“Ah, gimme.” Baekhyun reaches down as your hand him the speaker. He takes his phone from his back pocket and connects it. Soon you hear Treehouse by Conan Gray start playing lightly, “read to me young grasshopper, fill my ears with this Harry Potter you speak of.” He tries his best to imitate an old man voice and you giggle. You pick up your book and start reading aloud only stopping to answer Baekhyun’s questions and comments [‘Wait what how old is he?’, ‘Well what the hell does he expect if he’s the chosen one’, ‘I don’t like that guy Cedric, he kind of seems like an ass’, ‘Wait wait wait, she just said he’s 12, I thought he was 14?’, etc.] You had read to him for a while, not even knowing or caring what time it was, both of you just laughing and making fun of things and coming up with various scenarios if you two had gone to Hogwarts. He laughs, “Jongin and Sehun would totally be the twins. Oh! oh and Chanyeol is Ron, I’m Harry and you’re Hermione.” You laugh about how enthusiastic he’s become about Harry Potter. “I think Kyungsoo would be Draco, and Junmyeon would be Dumbledore.” he continues, still laughing at himself. You grab the apple you packed in your bag and take a bite. I Know a Place also by Conan Gray is playing softly in the background of you two talking.

You keep reading for a while, both occasionally taking swigs from your bottles of lemonade and taking a bite from your apple as Baekhyun peels an orange. You stopped reading when Harry Style’s Sweet Creature started playing on the speaker. With legs crossed and backs resting up against the tree, both closed your eyes and hummed to the tune of the song.

“This has become one of my favorite places so fast.” You hear Baekhyun say.

You open your eyes and look up at him, “me too. I could sit here for forever.”

You sit in silence as the rest of the song passes, still staying quiet as What a Wonderful World X Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Renee Dominique passes as well; just taking in the sweet smell and scenery of the forest from both of your branches. Looking up, you can see a pool of tree tops and the clouds slowly pass you by.

“It’s 1:30pm already.” Baekhyun announces.

You look at him, shocked. “What? Already?”

“Should we go back to the cabin? Or do you want to explore some more?” He asks, climbing down the tree branch by branch.

You contemplate, “It’s up to you. I mean we could go back to the cabin to make lunch?”

“That sounds nice.” He brushes off the back of his jeans.

You take your backpack and put it your book and bottle of lemonade in it before putting it on. You climb down the tree, Baekhyun grabbing your waist to lift you down when you come into his reach.

“I love this tree.” You say while brushing off your dress.

“Me too, I hope we can find it again.” He looks at the tree with such adoration.

You take off your backpack and unzip it, “I have an idea.” Taking out the hammer, you wedge the flat end into part of the tree, stripping it of the bark. It takes a minute, but soon there’s a patch of bare wood in front of you. “Give me the knife.” Baekhyun reaches into his back pocket and hands it to you, flipping the blade out so you could carve into the tree.

“[The first initial of your name]’s And B’s Cool Tree.”

You step back, satisfied. Baekhyun takes the knife from your hand. You see him carve something below both of your initials, seeing when he steps back that he had carved the Deathly Hallows. “There, perfect.” He whispers under his breath. You stand admiring it for a while before reaching to untie the scarf from around your head, wrapping it around one of the low hanging branches and tying it into a knot. You smile “There. Now it’s perfect.”

You make your way back to the cabin, shoulder to shoulder with Baekhyun the entire way, laughing and talking about random things.

You walk into the cabin, setting your bag down on one of stools to the kitchen island. “What should we eat for lunch?” You open the fridge contemplating.

“Y/n.” Baekhyun says behind you.

You turn around and gasp at how close he is to you. He steps forward, his chest pressing up against yours. He cups your face and brings his lips down to yours as you place your hands on his chest. His lips tasted like lemonade and you wanted more. He placed his hands at your hips and licked your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You welcomed him into your mouth, his tongue tasting even more like lemonade. He backed you up till you were against the fridge, your hands threading through his hair. The kiss began to get heated quickly. He tapped your thigh as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses into you, grinding and leaving open mouthed kisses down your jaw.

“Baekhyun” you moan, feeling him getting harder and harder. “Bedroom.”

He starts to carry you down the hallway until you reached your shared room, setting you down on the bed. His lips suck on the sweet spot below your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. You tug town his suspenders and untuck his shirt, undoing the buttons with excited hands. You push his shirt off, your hands immediately roam his toned body, biting your lip. Baekhyun’s hands start unzipping your dress in the back. You stand, the dress pooling at your feet. The dress had built in cups so you had decided earlier to not wear a bra, Baekhyun’s eyes scanning your bare chest. “Shit.” He whispers to himself before pulling you to him, his lips on your collarbone. His lips travel lower, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue in circles before taking the other into his mouth and doing the same.

“Baek.” You arch into him and he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed.

You start to scoot upwards Baekhyun climbing up your body, spreading your legs to let him in between as he attacks your lips with his.

You reach down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he sits up and removes them all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. You palm his length through his boxers, feeling him groan into mouth. His fingers start playing with the hem of your panties to ask permission, you lift your hips to give him access. He discards them and running his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. A long finger starts to trail up and down your core, feeling how wet you are.

“Are you sure?” He looks into your eyes.

You nod, “Baekhyun please,” You grip him harder. He sighs and closes his eyes at the pleasure. Letting you finally pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that you had gloriously seen a couple days ago.

You run your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum as enters a finger into you, making you gasp followed by a breathy moan.

You wrap your hand around him, pumping him at the same slow pace before he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit. “God. Baekhyun.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

“Fuck baby.” He groans into your neck, beginning to slowly thrust into your hand.

You push his hand away from you so you could grind on his cock, “Baekhyun please.“

That’s when he finally positions himself at your entrance, his tip trailing up and down you, spreading your wetness onto him.

He guides his tip into you, "Fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He hisses, bringing his lips down to yours. You close your eyes at the stretch. “Wait fuck. You aren’t a virgin are you?” He looks at you in panic.

You smile at his wide-eyed expression, “No, this is my third.” you say while you run your hands up and down his arms, feeling how they flex under your touch.

He nods and kisses you again, stopping before entering you inch by inch. Once he’s fully in he pauses kisses your forehead, “Tell me when okay?” You wait a couple seconds before lifting your hips up to signal him to move.

He pulls almost all the way out before sinking back into you slowly. He does this a couple more times, each time becoming more and more pleasurable.

You place one hand on his shoulder, the other in his dark hair. “Faster.” He slowly picks up his speed, thrusting into you until you become a moaning mess.

He lifts your left leg and wraps it around his waist, hitting you deeper than you could ever imagine. “FUCK BAEKHYUN RIGHT THERE” You scream, digging your nails into his shoulders as he brings you to total ecstasy. Sweat and sex filling the room.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Baekhyun moans, his eyes shut tight. He opens his eyes and looks down between your two bodies, shamelessly watching himself leave and enter you in a fast pace, reaching down to rub circles into your clit, drawing gasps from your aching throat.

“I-I fuck, Baek I’m gonna,” You breathed out. He rubbed your clit harder, angling his hips to meet your spot perfectly. You scream his name as your high washes over you, his lips sucking at your neck, all while continuing his ministrations.

As you come down from your orgasm, Baekhyun sits back into a sitting position, lifting you into his lap, “Are you okay baby? Can you keep going?” His voice is deep and raspy, sending tingles straight down to your center.You kiss his neck and nod, guiding him back into you.

You start to bounce on his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist to lift you up and down, your own hooked around his neck. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted, letting out the most gorgeous groans and small moans as you bounce on top of him. You feel your head spinning when he starts to thrust upwards into you at a fast pace.

The only sound in the room is the sound of skin on skin and loud moans; both bodies glowing in a sheet of sweat and pure bliss.

His fingers dig into your sides, “Fuck- baby- I don’t have- a condom on.” Moaning and sighing in between each word.

“It’s okay I’m.. I’m on birthco… birth control.” You choke out, reassuringly looking him in the eyes.

“Baekhyun I’m gonna cum again.” You whine, pulling his hair.

“Cum.” He demands, thrusting into you even harder

You throw your head back and cum for the second time, your body dropping into him, legs shaking. Holding you up by the waist, his eyebrows furrow with concentration, thrusts becoming sloppy and moans more high pitched.

He thrusts a few more times, his face buried into your neck; a mixture of moans and your name leave his lips as he cums.

Baekhyun lays back, pulling you with him. “Shit.” he says, breathless.

“Shit.” You retaliate, equally as breathless. You roll off of him so you’re laying next to him.

“Are you okay?” His arms wrap around you.

You laugh, “I’m more than okay right now.”

“Good,” he laughs back. “Me too. Come on, lets go shower.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom.

Once you two are in the shower, you wet your hair and reach for the shampoo bottle. Baekhyun slaps your hand away. “I wanna wash your hair.” HIs smile bright.

They really weren’t lying when they said the after sex glow is a thing, Baekhyun is radiating.

He pours a puddle of shampoo onto your head and uses his long fingers to massage it into your hair. You close your eyes at the feeling.

“So,” He says, fingers still massaging your head. “What house do you think you’d be in if you were at Hogwarts?”

You chuckle at his spontaneous question. “Gryffindor.”

“Hmm why?” He tilts your head back so the water can run through your hair.

“Every quiz I’ve ever taken has always said I would be in Gryffindor, and I feel more connected to that house than the rest.” You grab his shoulders, almost losing your balance. “What about you?”

“Me too. And I’m Harry Potter remember, so I’d be in Gryffindor anyway.” He spreads a glob of conditioner over your head.

“You dork.”

You sit on one of the kitchen island stools, wet hair dripping down your back as you wait for Baekhyun to make you both Spaghettios. You watch as he empties both cans into two bowls and puts one in the microwave, doing the same with the other.

“So..” He turns around to face you, “Are you really in love with me?”

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A/N: WOW WOW WOW. Thank you for reading! Don’t forget to leave requests, comments, your critique, etc., In my ask box/submission box ❤

Stay tuned for pt. 5, the Spice Train has only just left the station and there’s a long track ahead of it ;).

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monotonemanday · 6 years

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So I’m going to Rant real quick.

This is probably going to be long so you don’t have to read it but I am doing this because I can’t bitch about things with Katie because she isn’t coming into work until later, and my rants are also pretty funny.

So I’m a very cheerful and pleasant at work. However I am the youngest in the office and the next oldest is older than me by 8 years. So I get treated a certain way. They all enjoy me (except for a very select few.)It enables me to be very sassy and a jokester. But they also think I am very intelligent and commend me for being here so young and also doing a good job. I pretend to be over dramatic because they get a real kick out of it. They also like to make fun of very real quirks that I have. But it’s all in good fun.

There are some people in the office however that irrationally irritate the living hell out of me. For example Linda. (Not her real name)

Now Linda worked in a separate building but now she works in the main office. Linda is constantly coming into my coworker and my area just to stand...look out the window...and ask us super dumb questions or talk about things we really couldn’t give a shit about. It is very uncomfortable. And when I am alone, I don’t handle it well. My answers are very short, I don’t make eye contact and I just focus on whatever I was doing. It makes me seem like I’m being rude, and I probably am. But it’s because I’m irritated and I can not help it. Lol

This morning I came in an hour early. I woke up at 11pm and just never went back to sleep so, 5:30am I’m in the office. I’m sleepy, I’m grouchy, but I’m excited to spend a nice quiet morning in the office getting stuff done. I pull into the parking lot, I’m walking to the door, and I see headlights...😒 You have got to be kidding me. Linda. Linda also decided to come in more than an hour early.

A couple minutes go by, I’m at my desk, no sign of her. Then, I hear the bathroom door and through this little window in front of my desk, I see her pass by hoping she’ll just keep going. Boy, was I wrong.

Linda comes up to the front, unwraps a muffin, is drying an apple with a paper towel, throws everything away in my trash can and just starts staring at the window. I said staring AT the window instead of OUT the window because THE FREAKING BLINDS WERE CLOSED!! She was just staring at the blinds. Then the talking. 🙄

“Soooooo quiet. Hahahaha”

*Inner monologue* Yeah LINDA. Let’s keep it that way.

*In reality* “.......yup.”

LIKE DO YOU KNOW HOW IRRITATED I HAVE TO BE TO COME ACROSS THAT UNCOMFORTABLE AND AWKWARD?

And with her it’s completely irrational and I know that. But with KEVIN. (Also not his real name.)

Now Kevin is just a dick. Kevin was appointed into his position and none of us even knew who he was. We had several candidates for the position that our chairman put in recommendations for but then one of our higher up politicians just out of nowhere said here, my friend Kevin. Well Kevin was supposed to work in our Southern office but again, this politician said nah, Kevin you go wherever the hell you want. So now we got Kevin. God damn Kevin.

It has caused so many problems, so much bad blood, and people were treating Kevin not very nice. So I felt bad at first. I thought, it’s not really his fault that this person in power threw him here, he didn’t really have a choice. BUT THEN I found out, nah. Kevin is just a real asshole. And Kevin demanded he be here. And Kevin thinks that he is already in charge of all of us. And KEVIN is real passive aggressive and I hate him. 😂😂😂

All everyone does is Bitch about him but they never say anything to him. Well that’s not going to fix anything and it’s stuff that he needs to fix or learn. So I will bring things up in a very nice way, and I’ll joke. For example, our Chairman is crazy about Parking spots. YOU. WILL. PARK. IN. YOUR. PARKING. SPOT. Welp! 🤷🏻‍♀️ Not Kevin. Kevin was parking wherever he wanted to and then we were all getting in trouble for not parking in our spots. We thought that maybe no one told him he had a specific spot, but no. Our chairman told him day one where his spot was so he was doing it ok purpose. So I had to be the one to bring it up. I did it in a joking way and Kevin laughed, and acted super down to earth about it. THE NEXT DAY, Kevin is parked in my spot. And now EVERYDAY that I don’t get to work before him even if it’s just by a couple of seconds, that son of a bitch parks in MY spot. Out of spite! On purpose! Just to be passive aggressive because I had to tell him to quit effin up our parking!

Also, we told him that there is a ladies room and a men’s room. (Just because we don’t like the men pooping in both bathrooms. Because they are the only ones that poop at the office) so after we said that HE PURPOSELY TAKES DUMPS IN OUR BATHROOM AND LEAVES THE TOILET SEAT UP EVERYTIME HE USES IT. This is a grown ass man, who has a son MY AGE. 😒😒😒

Kevin has the nicest office and complains about how his old office was like a palace and how he can’t get shit here. All of our commissioners have one computer monitor, Kevin has three. Kevin doesn’t use his computer in the first place because he’s always on an iPad. Kevin is constantly being told where to put specific files, but he throws them wherever he wants. Kevin doesn’t close his door when he’s on the phone with Victims. Kevin sucks ass and I am not a fan of Kevin. 😂

Then last but not least Kathi. (Is actually her name but I don’t give a fuuuuuu. She can fight me 😡.) Kathi is a real charmer. And by charmer I mean major Bitch. Like she is just unreasonably mean!! Anyway, she is sick. With the horrible flew that is going around. Well still super early, no one should be in yet, it’s just me, Linda and freaking Kevin for some reason.

Well all of a sudden, like a damn ghost, Kathi is walking up to my desk. So I’m getting my cross and my sage out to burn like DEMON GET BACK! BITCH YOU HAVE THE FLEW! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?! And she’s just all “Hey.”

HEY?!?!! No! Bitch bye! She’s hacking up her lungs and looks like she’s melting and she’s just all, I’m here, embrace me. NAAAAHHHH. I think not.

Anyway. Works going great guys!!! 😬😬😁

If anyone wants to interact with me to ease this pain, feel free!!

Love y’all! Be happy, healthy and safe! Hope you’re having a wonderful day/night! 💕

#work #rant #damn #life #its okay #im just stressed #but im also having a good time #hello #be happy #be healthy #Kevin Sucks #Kathi Smells #Linda i mean shes alright #i dont know why i have such a problem with her #tags #stupid #ill leave now

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suckitsurveys · 4 years

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As you begin this survey, what is the current date and time? Thursday, March 26, 2020, 8:30am

How has your day been so far? Shitty. All days are shitty from here on out.

How are you? Are you okay? I just thought I’d ask, because people don’t always bother to ask. I’m not okay. I am grateful for the friends and family and my husband who are getting me through this but I am not okay.

The last time you left your house, where did you go? Did you walk, or travel in a vehicle? I drove around aimlessly yesterday just to do something human, and then picked up some dinner from a local place to support them.

In your opinion, who is/was the coolest teacher at your school, and why? No.

Are you wearing anything blue? What about purple? My shirt and earrings are blue and my glasses and nose stud are purple.

What tinned foods do you currently have in your cupboard? Veggies, soups, chili.

Who was the last person you yelled at? Why? I don’t know.

Do you know anyone named Graham? I did in grade school.

Are you sitting next to anyone? Nope.

How many girls do you know named Alison? None that I can think of but I love that name.

Do you dislike the last person you Facebook messaged? No.

Who was the last person that sent you a Facebook friend request, and you ignored them? Why did you ignore them? My husband’s cousin who is a piece of work.

Is there a certain person that you only have to think about, and you automatically smile? Will Arnett.

Do you dunk biscuits in your tea/coffee? No.

Who is your favourite person to have weird random conversations with? My husband.

Does it bother you when someone goes offline without saying “bye”? Nah. People don’t really “go offline” anymore. Almost everyone is connected in one way or another.

When was the last time you used a computer in a public place? I feel like I did somewhat recently?

5 random facts about the person you love/like. He’s sleeping, he has a scar on his back from where someone stabbed him with a screwdriver when he was 14, he has 2 siblings, he’s almost a whole foot taller than me, he’s really good with computers.

Do you prefer to do the asking out, or be asked out? Eh, doesn’t apply anymore.

Is there anything happening soon, that you’re NOT looking forward to? I’m not looking forward to the next however long until we finally get this coronavirus stuff under control. <-----same. Right now I can’t make ANY plans because who knows when this shit will be over.

Have you ever called a teacher mum/dad? Yes.

Who’s the quietest of all your friends? Eh.

What were you like as a 10 year old? A dumbass like most 10 year olds.

Who did you last say “I hate you” to? Did you mean it? I say it to my brother in law in my head at least once a day. I mean it SO much.

Do you own anything that is heart-shaped? Yeah.

Have you forgiven the last person that broke your heart? Yeah. I’ve long since moved on.

Are you home alone right now? If so, where are the people you live with? Nope, Mark is sleeping in the bedroom.

What colour was the last towel you used? Blue.

Are you planning on getting drunk anytime soon? Nah. I might have some rose with lunch today because no one can stop me.

How old were you when you got your first computer? We got a family computer when I was like 12.

Are you a chocoholic? Nah.

Name the last 5 males you talked to, outside of family. Coworkers Eric, George, Tony, Alejandro, Marco.

Name the last 5 females you talked to, outside of family. Ellen, Sarah, Jessie, Lucy, Stephanie

What kinds of music do your parents like to listen to? Do you share any of their taste in music at all? Tom Waits, Steve Earle, Bob Dylan, Warren Zevon, Leonard Cohen, Bruce Springsteen, Janis Joplin, Stacey Earle, Iris Dement, The Kinks, Fleetwood Mac, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles. To name a few.

Did you ever have an imaginary friend as a child? What was his/her name? Julia.

Is there a song that reminds you of the person you love/like? Do you listen to that song often? Yeah.

What’s the date and time now? 11:16am. Lol, I take lots of work breaks from surveys haha.

#surveys #quarantine

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geniuscloud · 7 years

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Bad Liar- Chapter Three

I kinda went a little long on this chapter so enjoy! ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE MAD. I don’t know how to collapse the story so it doesn’t show up as long. I apologize! If anyone knows, PLEASE TELL ME!! Please let me know what you guys think, or if you have anything to say at all. I love hearing feedback! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series. It means a lot to me. Xx

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Orginal Character

Collage/University AU

Warrnings: May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.

Groggily I moved my arm, swinging it around, trying to blindly feel for my phone which wouldn’t stop beeping. The new semester meant waking up at 6am every morning for a 7:30am class; though luckily my classes ended by noon. Every ‘day one’ my first class was at 11am, and classes only lasted until 3:15pm. The only problem, I’m not a morning person. I get grumpy and agitated really easily until about 9am, then I start to properly wake up and join society as a happy person.

I got up after about 10 minutes of pep talking myself, chanting things like “if you get up today, you can see that cute Barista Jimin before class” and “If you don’t try to attempt murder, you can let yourself get ice cream from the convenience store after class.” After that I jumped in the shower, got dressed in some comfortable clothes, and did a little bit of makeup. I made a deal with myself to start letting my skin have a break on the days that I have class early. No more early morning cake-face, because once you get to university you start to realize sleep is extremely important and no one actually cares how you look early in the morning because everyone is just trying to stay awake to get their money’s worth out of the classes.

Around 6:45 I was almost ready to leave to the coffee shop; slipping on my black doc boots, when I notice I was basically monochrome dressed. Black skinny jeans and a grey shirt. Maybe I should try adding some color to wardrobe like Amie? She always wears such cute and colorful clothes. Maybe I could get more attention from boys if I was always cute like her and… What am I saying? Oh God maybe I’m getting jealous of her? Ugh, stop it. I’m fine the way I am, but… Okay, maybe some color in my wardrobe wouldn’t hurt. It would be better than looking like I’m going to a funeral all the time. I switch out the black jacket for an army green one, hoping that maybe I would look a little more approachable.

I slipped my contacts in last minute, and then grabbed my stuff before locking up. I was lucky now because this semester I have more time in the morning to get to my class. Living a little far away from school meant I got up around 6am for my 8:30am class, so this time it was nice having about half an hour to walk the equivalence of 2 parking lots. I could stop by the coffee shop, chat up the cute guy Jimin, and then head to class without worrying.

The little bell over the door rang as I walked in, a big smile on my face when I saw Jimin. I had gotten to know him a little better once he started working here 3 semesters ago. His dad owned the local coffee shop on campus, and he worked here almost every morning before his classes. He, unlike myself, was a morning person and didn’t mind waking up at 5am to open the shop at 6am. I would rather bathe in boiling water.

“Good morning Jimin!”

“Good morning Micah, you’re here early?” He smiled brightly.

“I moved on campus so I’ll probably be here a little more often, and a lot earlier than usual.”

“That’s cool. I’m glad to see you not as rushed and panicky like last semester.”

“Don’t remind me. Anyways, can I just get a Caramel Latte?” I said, biting my lip while thinking.

“Are you going to drink the whole menu this year as well?”

“We’ll see… Oh can I get a bagel too?”

Jimin ended up giving me the bagel for free as a little gift for being a very frequent customer. He wrote my name on the cup before tucking his light brown hair out of the way, and then resting the marker behind his ear. I sat down at the bar stool beside Jimin’s station munching away on the bagel as we continued to talk. “There sure are quite a few customers in here already and it’s only ten minutes after seven…”

“Yup, we get some really interesting people here when we open and when we close. Like that guy in the right corner hiding under his duvet with his laptop? His name is Taehyung, his friends call him V. He’s been in here every morning for the past 2 weeks right when we open. Even before campus properly opened for classes. That’s his third cup of espresso in two hours, and if you watch closely… He only blinks every 20 to 30 seconds. Apparently, he’s retaking a class and is trying to prepare so he does well. I don’t think he’s slept in a few days. He keeps mumbling something about plants.”

“Maybe he’s doing something to do with plants?”

“He’s a visual art’s major…”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s okay though. He’s the reason I put emergency services on speed dial on the business phone,” Jimin laughed pointing to the phone by the register. I finished up my food before grabbing my bag and I was just about to head out the door when I heard Jimin call out, “Hey Micah, are you free this weekend?”

“Uh I think so?”

“Want to go see a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure! Are you working tomorrow, I can give you my number then? I’ve got to go to class right now” I yelled.

“I’m always here, of course. If you show up, coffee is on me.”

“I’ll be there, bye Jimin!” I darted out the door and started rushing towards my class. I was a language major, my strongest second language being English. My first class on day two was advanced English language and grammar. Which I felt would be a little easier for me, but boy was I wrong. Who knew that American’s were so weird dropping the u in words like colour and neighbour? As well as having words that are spelt the same, but sound different? Live and live, read and read? What is this?! We also established partners for any class activities, which I went to my usual partner throughout the first few semesters we had together. Thank goodness Namjoon was in another one of my classes, because he was really good with English. Where he excelled, I didn’t… though where I excelled cough pronunciation cough he wasn’t AS great. I was better at pronouncing words, and talking without an extremely distinct accent.

After what felt like forever, my classes were finally over. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep but I guess the universe had a different plan because as soon as I got home Amie was hosting what looked like a party. Though it wasn’t any of her new friends, it was JB and the guys. Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and BamBam. All 6 of JB’s close guy friends were in the living room packed around the built coffee table eating. It was a typical sight for me, just usually it took place at JB’s house. Youngjae was kicking everyone’s ass at video games like usual, while the others cheered him on. I saw Amie sat on the couch, pressed between JB and Yugyeom, with a bowl of chips in her hand.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I yelled over the TV. The game paused in an instant, all their eyes darting over to my position by the front door. No one had even noticed me coming in.

“Micah! You’re home, how are you?” Jackson smiled getting up from the floor and coming to give me a hug. He was the only one who really made an effort to come and greet me, which was a little unusual. Normally the guys were pretty excited to see me since I don’t get to see them often.

“I’m doing good. Class was boring… Amie how was your first day on campus?”

“It was fun. I went to that little café and got a coffee. The barista says he knows you!”

“Ah that’s Jimin, yeah he’s my friend. Oh by the way, we’re going to catch a movie this weekend. Do you want to come too?”

“Micah, that sounds like a date. Did you seriously just ask me to third wheel your date?” Amie smirked, raising her eyebrow.

“Micah has a date? With someone other than Jae…” Yugyeom announced before Jinyoung gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not a date. Anyways, can you guys explain why you are all here?”

“You didn’t tell us you had a cute roommate who could cook!” BamBam, placing the controller down.

“I just got her yesterday, and I didn’t know she could cook.” “Well she’s great, you’re going to be seeing a lot of us if she’s here and making food. Try the pork buns!”

I sighed, walking over to the rest of the guys. I was going to sit down with them but with the 8 of them taking all the chairs and carpet space, it really didn’t seem like a welcoming environment. Amie shot me a small apologetic smile before answering the question in my head. “JB brought them over to surprise us. He said they are your friends too, and also thought it would nice to introduce them to me in the meantime.”

“It sure was a surprise…” I huffed. I threw my bag in my room, laying down on my bed for comfort. I just wanted sleep, or death at this point. This was starting to get a little annoying. I’m the kind of girl who likes a plan, and I don’t like drastic changes. When things don’t go the way as planned, I start to get agitated. My theoretical plan would be moving in with my childhood best friend, going to school, having this place as my relaxing safe space, and then JB’s place would be where I go for socializing. Now JB is here and brought the looney toon bunch with him…Plus my roommate is too much of a socializer to say no and turn them away.

“Micah? Are you coming back? Youngjae wants to verse you too!” Mark called from the doorway.

“I don’t have anywhere to sit” I exclaimed as I paced over to the group.

“Just sit on my lap, I don’t mind. I have strong thighs. Though I can stand if you want to sit down,” Jackson smiled sweetly. Some people would take that as a dirty suggestion, but Jackson was actually just a genuinely sweet guy.

“That’s not happening, Micah can sit here. I’ll stand…” JB interrupted, getting off the couch and moving to the side. I slid beside Amie, who still looked a little uncomfortable.

“So, what are we playing?”

“It’s a Grand Theft Auto death match,” Yugyeom replied passing BamBam’s controller over.

“Oh, you’re back playing this old game? I thought you guys would have been playing something new like Overwatch or something.”

“Hey why doesn’t Amie verse Micah?” JB asked. All the guys seemed to really like the idea of us playing.

“Okay, but just so you know I’m great at playing games” Amie replied, grabbing Youngjae’s remote.

“Getting cocky, are we? Care to make it a bet?”

“The winner gets something that belongs to the loser. Winner’s choice.”

“Deal.”

“I should warn you Micah, I never lose.”

“Neither do I” I smirked.

Saturday rolled around faster than I anticipated. Even though the guys said they would be over frequently, I hadn’t seen them since Monday. Which was a good break I guess… At least I was able to focus on school more, and I even got to hang out with Amie. We went shopping together a little bit, she got her nails done while I watched. We just had some free time to reconnect and get back on the same page as before. We both had changed a lot, but the chemistry was still there for the most part. She told me stories about living in the UK, and in Sweden. Apparently, she felt kind of lonely and awkward being part of the minority compared to when she’s home in Korea. The world has differently beauty standards, and here… She’s considered model gorgeous, like one of the most glamourous looking idols.

I woke up a little late on Saturday morning to the sounds of Amie making breakfast. She was busy trying to make crepes, but she dropped the pan before it made its way to the stove top. I ran in to check on her, reassuring myself that she was okay.

“What the hell happened?”

“I was holding my phone and the pan in one hand, and then it buzzed which startled me and I dropped the pan” she said, lifting the pan off the floor, “thank goodness there was no crepe batter in there yet.”

I picked up her phone off the floor, the screen lighting up with a message, “Who’s Jae emoji peach?”

“Oh, it’s JB. Get it Jaebum? Jae-bum. As in peach emoji, because it looks like a booty.”

“Yeah, I-uh… I get it. So, what’s going on with him?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you guys like…?”

“We’re just friends for now. He is going to come over soon though, he said since you’re busy maybe we could hang out and go for dinner” she smiled into her phone, “You’re okay with that right?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be? I have a date with Jimin anyways.”

“Thank you again for being super cool with all of this. I really like JB, and I think he likes me too. I hope you don’t feel awkward about this…”

“Me? Awkward? Psssh. We’re history, done, the past is the past. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.” Amie put a crepe on my plate, decorated with strawberries and crème. I instantly shoved it in my face, trying to keep myself from talking because this could go really bad, really fast.

“Hey do you want help getting ready for your date with Jimin? I obviously love doing makeup and hair for other people. I could help with an outfit too?” Amie suggested.

“Oh, I don’t want to burden you…”

“It’s not a problem at all. I mean I saw Jimin, that guy is the most aesthetically pleasing guy I’ve seen in a very long time. He’s super attractive and would look really cute with you. You should doll it up a little an impress him.”

“If you want to… Please don’t make me look too uncomfortable though. I still want to look like me” I begged.

At first, she tried to dress me like her. A white crop top with a floral skater skirt, and sandals. Which was a huge “nope” in my books. We argued a little bit over my outfit, and then she finally went to MY closet to look for clothes. We settled on a black tank top, light high-waisted shorts, and my army green jacket. Once the clothes were settled she finally submitted to making me, still look like me. The makeup was neutral colored, and she added more body into my hair.

“Now you have that more intense beach wave look. It suits you, and it’s cute” she smiled, letting me finally look at myself. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling pretty damn confident in myself right now. The best part was that I still looked like me, just a little cuter. “You’re a work of art, now hurry up Jimin is going to be here in a little bit. JB should be here in a few minutes as well.”

I texted Jimin, letting him know I was ready. He replied that he was almost at the campus, and that he’ll be here soon. A knock at the door brought me to my feet, rushing to the door with excitement. I was really hoping for a good reaction from Jimin, since he usually sees me sleep deprived and not at my best. “Hey Jimi… Oh it’s you.” “Well nice to see you too ‘Best Friend” JB mocked, giving me a slight hug while entering.

“Sorry I’m just waiting for Jimin and he said he’d be here soon so I assumed it was him.”

“Wow, I’m hurt. You’re not even excited to see me anymore. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?”

“You keep coming over uninvited?”

“That’s not the point,” he laughed. He gave me a quick scan before returning his eyes back to mine, “You look good. Trying to impress a guy I assume?”

“Well now that I’m back in the dating game, I guess I better put some effort into it.”

“Admit it, I ruined you” Jaebum laughed, shaking his head side to side in a joking matter.

“You completely destroyed me, I’ll never be the same now” I rolled my eyes, cracking a huge smile.

“Seriously though Micah, you look good. I’m happy for you.” I felt a blush creep over my cheeks before adverting my eyes to the front door as the knocking sound protruded from it.

“Well I better go, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Amie, not too much fun though!”

“Same with you!” He called after me, as I closed the door behind him. He only caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face, the two of them sending each other a small smile.

Jimin was a kind guy, and was super sweet. You could tell by his little actions that he was super careful with every move, and he was also very caring and adorable. We saw a puppy running around in the parking lot after it escape from its owner, and oh my Lord, I’ve never seen a man act cuter with a puppy before. It made me want to plant a huge kiss on his plump lips, and squeeze him to death. Jimin was so kind to every person we met, making sure to say thank you and respectfully greet the people we came in contact with.

I got to know the little details about him and his life. His family had been running the little coffee shop his grandmother opened, on the side of their everyday jobs. Jimin had offered to basically take over as manager for the mornings because of his classes, and the pay was really good because of number of “hangry” students that stopped by. The most interesting thing I had learned about him was that he was actually a contemporary dancer, and could sing as well. Though he was too shy to sing in public, and promised to sing for me another time.

The date as a whole was really good, I enjoyed myself. Though there was a tiny piece of me who also couldn’t deny that we didn’t really have the relationship chemistry. He was an amazing guy, and he was really attractive, but we were also, really different. He was a morning person who cared so much about other, and was this bubbly ray of sunshine. Myself on the other hand, was a night owl who would cause murder if I was awoken too early for my own liking. I also had the tendency to be a little bit of a moody person and sometimes I can act like a total jerk. That was kind of the reason JB and I worked well together. We were always watching out for each other when our personalities were at their worst. We also understood how each other felt because we both know how it feels.

Maybe I wasn’t acting being sarcastic when I said JB ruined me, because there was a little bit of truth to that. I was always kind of comparing guys to JB. I realize now that maybe I just need to talk to JB about it. We never really had a proper conversation after the break up. We just instantly went back to friends, and just swept the feelings under the rug. Maybe it was time that we talk about things, especially if the two of us feel it’s time to properly start moving on. I couldn’t do that to Jimin anyways. That’s the worst thing I could probably do; starting a relationship with him before I even properly figure out my feelings for my best friend.

Jimin dropped me off at my dorm, which was still empty at the time. I invited him in for a little bit to thank him for taking me out and share some of the cake we bought from the bakery before we arrived. In the end, the evening was really nice. I had fun, and promised that we’d hang out a little more… as friends. I gave him a big hug before saying goodbye. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two when I noticed he had left his headphone on the counter. I grabbed them, slipping on my shoes and swung open the door. As soon as I lifted my head I was stunned to see two bodies in front of me. JB and Amie, planting a deep kiss on each other.

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theopennotebook · 6 years

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Skins FanFic

Chapter 4: Maxxie’s Turn (Maxxie POV)

I woke up wrapped in Finn’s arms pleasantly surprised not to have a headache. The sun was streaming through his opened curtains, it was probably late morning. I rolled over and admired the arches of his cheekbones, ran my fingers over his square jawline and smiled to myself as my touch caused him to stir… I could hear my phone vibrating from somewhere on the floor beneath the clothes that lay haphazardly all over it. I wriggled my way out of his grasp and began to rummage through the piles until I found my phone under Finn’s pants. I sat on the edge of the bed and checked my text messages. The first was from Auntie:

FR: Auntie xo

Saturday 8:30am

Good morning my sweet niece. I see that you and Zye are already gone. I hope you two slept alright. Behave yourselves today girls. Haha! I will talk to you two later. I am leaving for work in about an hour. Xo P.S. Maxine, call your mother.

To: Auntie xo

Saturday 11:45am

Hi Auntie. Sorry for not getting back to you earlier. We are at a friend of mine’s house and my phone was upstairs. We slept wonderfully thanks. I think we’re going to go get a bit of shopping done. Could you e-transfer Zye some money please? We forgot our wallets at home. Thanks, Auntie! I’ll call my mother later this evening if I remember.

I looked over at Finn. Still sound asleep. On to my next message then. It was from Zye.

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 8:45am

Maxx where are you?! Mom is probably already awake! I’m going to be in so much trouble when she realizes we aren’t home! I don’t know why I let you talk me into these shenanigans! I swear if I’m going down I’m taking you with me!

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 8:46

Mom just texted me! What do I do?!

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 8:48am

Maxxie, I’m still at Cook’s house, he’s making me breakfast. Are you up yet? Are you okay? I’m okay, don’t worry. Cook is a lot nicer than I thought. How’s Finn? What time do you want to head home? Mom is texting me, what do I do?!

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 9:00am

TTTTTTTEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXTTTTTTTT MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE BBBBBBBBAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 9:30am

Okay. seriously. Wake the fuck up. You’re making me swear. You know I never swear.

I chuckled at my cousin’s innocence.

To: Zye-Zye

Saturday 11:56am

Good morning crazy. Control your rage Zye-Zye. I’m just going to freshen up and then I’ll come get you. Don’t worry about Auntie, I already dealt with it. I’ll see you soon.

FR: Zye-Zye

Saturday 11:57am

I hate you … but that was a great night! Let’s do it again tonight! Wait until I tell you what happened with Cook!

To: Zye-Zye Saturday 11:58am

Take it easy party-animal. I can’t wait! See you soon.

And last but not least I had a text from… Freddie…

FR: Freddie

Saturday 10:00am

Hey Maxxie, I had a great time with you last night. Are you busy today? There’s something I need to talk to you about.

I locked my phone, set it on the dresser and headed for the bathroom. I needed to wash the shame off of my face…

I let the steam from the running tap fill the bathroom. I sat on the floor with my back to the bathtub. Flash memories of Freddie pinning me up against the cool brick of the wall in the alleyway beside the club, his body pressed against mine, his lips on my neck… his hands up my dress…. All over my body…. One of them sliding into my tights… beneath my underwear…

I jumped as someone knocked on the door.

“Maxxie, are you in there?” I heard Jack call from the other side of the door.

“Ya, sorry Jack I’ll be out in a second,” I said frantically turning off the water and opening the door.

“Good morning,” Jack said with a smile.

“Hey, Jack,” I said pushing past him and going to retrieve my phone and shoes from Finn’s room. Jack followed me.

“Looks like you and Finn had some fun before he passed out last night.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you looked in the mirror yet today Maxxie?”

Slowly, I turned to face Finn’s full-length mirror. My neck and chest were covered with an unsightly number of hickies. I was guessing based on what happened last night that there were definitely more than I could see. A wave of shame washed over me.

“Maxxie?” Jack’s voice was tainted with concern.

“It’s nothing,” I said, trying to act natural. “He just knows that I hate hickies, that’s all,” I said gesturing towards Finn, trying to make a joke out of the situation.

“I guess the pills made him a bit crazy,” Jack said chuckling uneasily. “I’ll grab you a sweater and a scarf to cover those up.”

“Thanks, Jack,” I said feigning a smile.

“Are you staying for breakfast?” Jack called from his room.

“No, I have to go get Zye.”

“Can I come? She and I kind of hit it off last night… she seems like a great girl… do you think she might be interested in me?”

“Um… she and I have some girl bonding to do… maybe next time?” I lied.

“Oh, come on Maxxie…” He said handing me a sweater and a scarf. “Wait, what do you mean pick her up? Where did she end up last night?”

“Oh, just at one of my friend’s houses. Why?”

“Oh, no reason… I mean I saw her with Cook at one point so I was just curious…”

“Oh…” I just wanted the conversation to be over.

“So why can’t I come?”

“Next time Jack-Jack. Say bye to Finn for me?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell him to text you when he wakes up.”

“Thanks, Jack. I’ll see you later.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek as I walked down the hall of their flat and to the door.

I had just gotten in the elevator when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.

FR: Freddie

Saturday 12:30pm

Hey Maxxie, did you get my message earlier?

To: Freddie

Saturday 12:31pm

Hey Freddie. Yeah, I did. I’m just leaving Finn’s flat. What’s up?

FR: Freddie

Saturday 12:31pm

I’m at the park behind the college. Can you meet me for a minute?

To: Freddie

Saturday 12:32pm

Yeah, okay.

FR: Freddie

Saturday 12:32pm

Cool. See you soon, yeah?

To: Freddie

Saturday 12:33pm

Yeah. See you soon

I don’t know why I agreed to meet Freddie… especially after what happened last night. Finn would be crushed if he ever found out… but there was just something about Freddie… something I couldn’t resist…

I found my feet leading me to the park without me having to tell them where to go. Soon enough I could see Freddie sitting on a park bench. I snuck up behind him and let my fingers run along the back of his neck before coming around the bench and sitting beside him.

“Hello, Maxxie.” He said smiling at me.

“Hi, Freddie. What’s up? Your text sounded serious.” I asked sliding a little bit closer to him.

“Nothing, I just needed to see you…”

“What about Effie?” I asked, rubbing my hand on his chest as I moved even closer.

“Well… After you and I… Effie came back to the club to try to make up with me, but we started fighting again ten minutes after she left so I told her I was sick of her games and I walked away…” Freddie moved my hand. I maintained my proximity to him anyway, hoping that he was just playing hard to get.

“So, you guys have broken up again?” I asked sliding impossibly closer.

“It’s complicated… that’s why I asked you to meet me…”

“Freddie, last night was great… but I’m with Finn…” I said, playing coy. A fling could be fun, and as long as Finn didn’t find out, then who was I really hurting?

“I know, I know… That’s not why I called you here.”

“What?” I slid away from him, the atmosphere around us shifting.

“I mean last night with you was great and all, I mean, lots of fun yeah? But… something else happened last night…”

“Oh, really Freddie? What? You fingered another girl too?”

“No…no… what happened with you was great Maxxie. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sad to see you go when Finn got sick. I mean I would have fucked you right then and there and dealt with my guilty conscience later… you know you’re walking boner bait. …but I had another connection with someone last night…an emotional connection.”

“Who Freddie? Because it sounds to me like it wasn’t Effie.” I snarled, a rage beginning to burn inside me. “Do I know her?”

Freddie looked out to the fields, he grew distant.

“Freddie. Who is she?”

“Zye.”

I stood from the bench, not wanting to be remotely close to him.

“You mean my cousin?” I spat at him.

“Yes, that Zye.”

“Was this revelation before or after you decided it would be a good idea to cover me in hickies and finger me in an alley?”

“Don’t be like that Maxx…” He stood to face me.

“Before or after Freddie?!”

“I’ve had feelings for her since I first saw her at school… but I didn’t think she felt the same way until last night…” He ran his hands uneasily through his shaggy brown hair.

“Did you hook up with her?”

“No.”

“But you wanted to!”

“We were dancing and then Effie showed up.”

“So, you ditched her for Effie? Good luck trying to get her back. My cousin can be quite impressionable Freddie…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He said facing me. His gaze was a mixture of confusion, anger and …fear…

“I mean that Zye will believe anything I tell her about you because I’m her cousin. Blood goes deeper than any feeling she may or may not have had for you.” I got in his face, close enough to feel his shallow breaths on my face.

“Oh, come on Maxxie. Don’t be this way. I don’t even know why you’re mad. You said it yourself. You’re with Finn! Yeah, we had fun, but when it comes down to it, it shouldn’t have happened at all!”

“Yeah, I am with Finn. But it still doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fuck around with my cousin.”

“Have you always been such a sore loser?” He asked as I turned to walk away.

I turned and shot him an icy glare before pacing away. That bastard deserved whatever was coming his way…

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January 13, 2012

“The Covingtons”

Packing a couple bags for my Son & myself, I notice it's coming on 11:30am. Our flight’s schedule for 2:00pm & I've still got to pick Mary up. I get done, dress JR & load the bags in the Beamer: JR asks: ~Daddy, where we going?~

I explain: ~Well Son, Miss Covington & I are going to be married! He curiously asks: ~You mean Miss Covington's going to be my Mommy? I ask him :~Is that okay with you Son?~ He replies: ~Sure Daddy, I love Miss Covington! But where we going? I explain: ~We're going to visit Miss Covington's Mommy & Daddy!~ He replies: ~Oh, okay Daddy!~ We drive to Mary's house & arrive at 12:15pm. Mary's waiting at the door. She's wearing a yellow Sundress, Red Ruby earrings & Black w/White Strap High heels. I kiss her & say: ~We've not much time!~ I take her bag, & off to the Airport we are! By the time we get to the Airport, through security & check our bags; it's time to board the plane.

We depart on time & land at Raleigh-Durham International on schedule! We pick our bags up & hale a Cab!He asks: ~Where too Sir?~ I give him the location! He replies: ~Very well Sir!~ It's about a 40 minute drive to her Parents house. We arrive at about 5:00pm. I pay the Cabbie tip him & grab our bags. Her parents are standing on the steps, looking very happy to see their daughter:

Mary introduces us: ~Dad, Mom, this is Harold!~ I shake her Father's hand (William Covington) & say: ~Pleased to meet you Sir.~He replies: ~Nice to meet you to young man!~ Next I extend my hand to her Mother (Laura Covington) & say: ~Pleased to meet you Mam!~But instead of shaking my hand, she opens her arms & hugs me & says: ~So happy to have you hear young man!~ Mary adds: ~And this is John Ross!~Her Mother observes: ~What a charming child. He's so cute. How you doing Son?~ He replies: ~Fine Mam, are you Miss Covington's Mommy?~ She replies: ~Well yes I am! Polite young man, isn't he?~ Her asks ~You like Ice cream young man?~ ~Yes Sir!~ JR replies!Her Father says: ~Then come on, I have a whole freezer full just for you!~ JR Reacts: ~Really?~Yeaaaa!~ We go inside the house & have a seat in the Living room.

Her Father's a Professor at The University of North Carolina & her Mother's a Nurse at Duke Raleigh Hospital. The wall is covered with pictures of Mary. Many of her awards & Trophies line the shelves.Her parents are proud of her! I would be too, she was & is quite impressive!

7:00pm

Mrs Covington invites us into the Dining room. She's prepared a meal of Pot Roast, potatoes, Corn on the Cob, Fresh Baked bread, Sweet Tea & Apple pie topped with Vanilla Ice cream for dessert! A Traditional Southern meal & delicious if I say so myself!

After we eat, her Father & I retire to the Living room, Mary & her Mother clears the table & proceed to do dishes. JR. goes into the Den to watch TV. I take this time & plead my case! ~Sir, I would like to to ask you for your Daughter's hand in Marriage? I love her beyond my own life, & want nothing more than to take care of her from this time forward! I promise you to hold, to have, to honor & keep her unto death do we part!~ He looks at me, stands up, lights a pipe and answers: ~Harold, how can I ever say no? Yes, you have my blessings. Just please take care of my baby? She's an only child & all we've got!~ I say: ~Yes Sir, you have my word! Thank you Sir!~ Mary & her Mother walk into the room, look at us & they both simultaneously ask: What? William says: ~Laura, this young man has just asked for our daughter's hand in Marriage & I've given him my blessings~ Mary's Mother's eyes open wide, she raises her eyebrows & says: ~I think that's just wonderful! Congratulations both of you, I'm so happy for you!~ Her Father pulls out a bottle of Brandy he's been saving for a special occasion & says: ~Let's have a warm one & celebrate?~ It's 10:00pm & I ask: Has anyone seen JR.? Mary answers: ~Yes Harry, he fell asleep on the couch in the Den; so I took him upstairs & put him in my bed. He can sleep with me tonight!~

(Mary has already given me fair warning, that we'll have to stay in separate rooms.) I reply: ~Very well Darling, if he bothers you, l'll take him in with me! My Son is quite taken with Mary I announce, he loves her very much; as do I!~ We go to bed at Midnight. I look in on JR. & kiss Mary Goodnight & say: ~Darling, I love you beyond my own life, sleep well my Darling!~

Mary replies: ~I love you so much Harry. You sleep good too!~ I go to the Guest room, say a prayer of thanks & go to sleep.

6:00am

Saturday morning I'm up early. I smell coffee! My nose guides me to the kitchen to find Mary's Mother making Breakfast:

She says:- ~Good morning Harold, sleep well?~

I reply: ~Yes Mam & Good morning to you, that smells delicious!~ She says: ~Sit down & have some coffee! Sausage & eggs are on the stove, Biscuits are in the oven! Breakfast will be done shortly!~ She pours me a cup of coffee & asks: Cream, or Sugar? No Mam, thanks, I like it black I reply! She notes: ~Just like my Bill!~ Mary & J.R. comes into the kitchen: Mary says: ~Good morning Mom, Good morning Harry, I'm starved!~ JR ads: ~Me too, I'm starving!~ -Laura asks: ~John Ross, how do you like your eggs young Man? JR ~Crambold please?~ he replies! I correct him: Scram-bold! J R ~SsssCrambold he says! Mary says: ~Let him be, Harry, I use to have that problem myself~ She smiles at me & winks: I reply: ~Come to think of it, so did I~ Laura mentions: ~Mr Covington had to go to the University today, he'll be back later~ Mary & I spend the day touring Raleigh & all her favorite places. We stop & eat lunch in the local Cafe & after, head back & arrive at her parents house, by 5:00pm.

We wash up for dinner: Laura announces: ~Dinner's on the table, get it while it's hot.~

We come downstairs & into the Dining room. JR is already sitting at the table. The rest of us take a seat. Mary’s Mother asks: ~Harry, What time are you kids leaving tomorrow?~ I reply ~Our flight leaves at 9:30am Mam. William requests ~Let me drive you to the Airport you two?~ Mary smiles & winks.~Thank you Sir, I'd be most obliged I reply.~

Sunday 6:00am

We wake up early & eat Breakfast. Say our Goodbyes. Mary says: ~Mom, I love you so much. It was really nice to see the old Homestead again. Laura replies: ~Mary, Harry, hopefully we'll see you again real soon. At the Wedding!~ She winks at us. William announces: ~Okay you two, let's Boogie, don't want you to miss your flight!~ I reply: ~Yes Sir! Mary kisses her Mother Goodbye. I extend my hand to her & she come here and show me some love Harry?~ She Opens her arms & motions me to her: I say: ~Yes Mam!~ We hug & she kisses me on the cheek. With tears in her eyes she say: ~I love you both!~ We load up in her Father's LTD & he drives us to the Airport:

Mary says: ~Bye Daddy, gonna miss you!~ He hugs his Daughter, clears his throat & says: Take care of my Little girl Young Man!~ Yes Sir, I promise I reply! We shake hands & exchange goodbyes.

8:00am

“Homeward Bound”

We go through security, check the bags & board the plane by 9:00am. We take off on time & land at Miami International on schedule. I pick up my Beamer, load our bags in the trunk. I kiss Mary & ask: ~You ready to get home Darling?~

Mary replies: ~Yes Harry I am! I love Raligh but, glad to be back in Florida!~ JR is exhausted. He's falling asleep on his feet: Mary whispers: ~Come on my Little man, time to go home!~ I can see how much she loves that boy & JR loves her. She picks him up, kisses his forehead & lays him down securely in the back seat. I run around to the passenger side, open the door for her: Mary mentions: ~Harry, you're such a Gentleman!~ She kisses me. I close the door & run around to the Driver's side. We head home! We arrive back at Mary's about 1:40pm. I grab her bags, take them to her door & return for! I open the & passenger door for her & she asks: ~Coming in?~ I kiss and say no, I have to get JR Home Darling! I'll call Nancy to sit with him & come back~

Mary says ~Sounds good! Harry, I love you! See you in a while?~ I say: ~I'll be back soon!~ We embrace, kiss & I take my Son home...

I couldn't help but to think of how decent & kind her parents were. How much they love her! I'll talk to Mary tonight about setting the date! Neither of our parents are getting younger & besides, I want JR to know her parents. After all; They will become his Grandparents too! I'm thinking about bringing Julia's parents up to see him! It's been a while! I don't want him to lose touch with her parents either.They're part of him.They're also a part of my family. A connection to Julia...

I call Nancy on the way home & have her meet us at the house. We arrive & she's sitting on the steps: She greets me: ~Hi Mr Newport, how was your trip~ I reply: ~ Hi Nancy, trip was good, thanks. I brought you something~ Nancy says: ~Really Mr Newport? You didn't have to do that!~ I remark: ~There's a lot of things I don't have to do, but want to do! This is one of them! Thought you might like this~ Nancy observes: ~Almond Cocoa & Chai Spice, Thank you Mr Newport. Sounds delicious. Thank you so much for thinking of me!~ I reply: ~Don't mention it. It's my pleasure, I hope you enjoy it. JR's tired & will probably sleep a while. Thanks for coming on short notice! Nancy replies: ~That's okay Mr Newport. I love watching him!

I say: ~Thanks again, got to go, I'll be back later!

I'm back at Mary's at 6:00pm, knock & she opens the door & pulls me inside! Wraps her arms around my neck & kisses me like we've been apart for eternity! She guides me once again to the bedroom. & tells me she wants me now!!!! Arousing me right off! We make love over & over & over again: I say:

~That was nice!~ Mary agrees: ~Mmmmmh I know!~ I mention: ~Darling, I want to set a date. I love you & want to start our life together~ Mary replies: ~Me too Harry! Harry, I want to get married on my 25th Birthday! June 17, 2012. ~ I observe: ~What a wonderful idea Darling! Gives us time to make arrangements, & send out notices. I'll call my parents tomorrow with the date!~ We embrace, kiss & Make Love one more time.......:

I Note: ~It's late Darling. I need to go home so Nancy can leave. Mary says: ~I understand Harry, & I should probably get things together myself for School tomorrow!~ I dress, look at her & say: ~Darling, don't ever forget how much I love & need you? Mary replies: ~Never Harry, I will always love you! (She kisses me) Now get home & get some rest, I love you with all I am!~ I say: ~Goodnight my love, I'll call you~ I leave & drive straight home! JR is sound asleep in Nancy's arms on the couch. Nancy's asleep as well! I gently wake her up, take him from her arms & upstairs to his room. I pay Nancy & say: ~Nancy, I want you to know how much I appreciate you! You are a Princess, thank you so much!, By the way, you're invited to the wedding!~ (She smiles loudly) & replies: She says: ~Whaaaaat? Mr Newport, I'm so happy for you, do I know her?~

I reply: ~Oh yes, I'm sure you do! She's JR's Teacher!~ She Asks: ~Miss Covington? Wow! She's a very lucky woman Mr Covington, & she's very pretty. John Ross talks about her all the time........quoting JR.: I love Miss Covington..... Mr Newport, I hope you'll be very happy, you deserve it~ I reply: Thank you Nancy, Oh, by the way, Mary would like you to be the Maid of Honor?~ She answers:~Please let her know, I'd be honored! (As she's walking out the door) EEEEEW, I'm just so happy!~ I take a shower, brush my teeth & go to bed thinking about how our lives change suddenly. I pray to God & ask him to keep my child & Mary safe! I fall asleep with Mary on my mind!

Monday, January 16

“Julia’s Father”

I wake to the sound of someone knocking on my door! I open the door, a young man dressed in a messenger's uniform is standing there:

-Messenger- ~Western Union Sir, you have an urgent Telegram!~ I take the Telegram & tip the messenger..... I read it, (Bad News)!!!!!! Julia's Father is in the Hospital & not expected to survive! I right away call my Mother-in-law.

Rachael- ~Hello~ -Me- ~It's Harry Mom~ -Rachael answers: ~'O Honey, James has Cancer! There's nothing more they can do, it's out of control! He hasn't much time left Harry!~ I explain: ~Mom, John Ross & I will fly down in the morning, he'll want to see his Grandfather!~ Rachael replies: ~Okay Harry, I'll be expecting you, bye now! Kiss John Ross for me?~ I say: Okay Mom, we love you! Bye now!~

I call Mary & let her know what's going on, & that I'll be taking JR. to see his Grandfather in the morning! Mary answers: ~Yes, I think that's the right thing to do! When shall you return?~

I explain: ~We'll be back on Wednesday! I love you Mary!~

Mary observes~ I know Harry, I love you more!~ Next I call my parents! I let them know we set a date, then gave them the bad news! (They've become rather close) I told her we'll be flying to Shreveport in the morning, so JR can see his Grandfather! (Mother tells me she also got a Telegram) and says: ~Be safe Son & please give them our love? Kiss John Ross for us?

I reply: I will Mother. I love you & tell Father, I love him too Bye!~

Wednesday, January 17

I wake JR. up at 4:30am & get him dressed. The bags are already packed. Our flight departs at 7:30am. We leave the house at 5:00am, stop at McDonald's and buy JR. a Pancake meal & milk! We continue on to the Airport. I park the Beamer, we go through security & check the bags. We board the plane at 7:00am & take off on time! We land at Dallas Love Field on schedule. We pick up our bags & rent a car for the 189 mile trip to Shreveport. We stop about half way for lunch. We arrive at my in-laws home in Shreveport 4:00pm. We unload our bags & head for MD Anderson Cancer Center, where Reverend Marcantel’s admitted. We arrive at 4:45pm & directly to his room. JR is not sure what's going on, he sees his Grandfather hooked up to machines and breathing apparatuses! JR asks: ~What's wrong with my Papaw Daddy?~ I explain: ~He's sick Son!~ Mom's asleep in a chair next to his bed. We walk over to his bed, his eyes are open & he knows we're here: I say: ~Hello Dad, how ya doing?~ It takes all he has to smile, but he's happy we're here! I lift JR up so he can kiss his Grandfather! JR greets him: ~Hi Papaw, I miss you. I love you Papaw!~ He kisses his forehead, & I put him down! He's pouting, sad about his Papaw! My Mother-in-law opens her eyes & says: ~Harold, good to see you Son, & there you are my John Ross!~ She picks him up, kisses his cheek ,& hugs him like there's no tomorrow! She puts him down & says: ~Oh Harry, what will I do without him. I've loved him forever! We've been together since I was 16. Oh God, I love him so!~ I observe: ~I know Mom, & so does Dad!, I didn't even know he was sick~ She explains:

~It was about six months after our little girl was buried that he received his diagnoses! You know how he is Harry, he didn't want to be a burden on anybody! I think he stopped fighting it. He missed her so! They did all they could, but the Cancer was just too progressive until there were no more options. He's got maybe a couple days or less Harry!~ I say: I'm so sorry Mom, is there anything I can do?~ She states: ~Harry, you're here & John Ross is here. That's enough. I keep praying he'll be okay, but I know God is calling him home. He says he's ready to touch the face of God & to be with his little girl again!~ My Father-in-law passes on Wednesday night at 8:13pm. We've made funeral arrangements & he'll be buried on Saturday afternoon. The viewing will be that morning beginning at 8:00am at the River Park Church in Shreveport, Heavenly Gate Funeral Home Officiating. I call Mary to tell her we'll be back next Sunday. We'll be attending JR's Grandfather's funeral. We stay in Shreveport for the rest of the week..

Saturday, January 20

7:00am

The Funeral

My parents fly in to attend the Funeral. My Mother & Father are in Mourning for their friend!

My Father has rented a Mercedes Benz for the duration! We load up in the Escalade I rented & drive to the Church. I escort my Mother-in-law into the Church. The Reverend James Marcantel was the Pastor here & this was his Congregation!. The Church was packed (standing room only!) The viewing of the deceased has started. My Mother-in-law was first in the line for viewing, followed by myself, JR, & my parents. I lifted JR. to see & kiss his Papaw goodbye. He kisses him on the forehead, rubs his eyes & asks him to say hi to Mommy! The viewing lasts three hours & the Service is beginning,! The Reverend Ronald Toussaint is the attending Minister. We sing Amazing Grace & pray. The Lady's Choir sings favorite hymns of my Father-in-law. We didn't so much as to mourn him as we did to Celebrate his life! After the Services, the Casket is loaded in the Limousine. My Mother-in-law will ride in the second Limo to the Cemetery with Myself & JR following third & my parents next in the line of many vehicles! After the Funeral we go back to the Church, where the Ladies auxiliary has prepared food for all! We attend & Congregate, as we thank everyone for attending. We get back to the house at 8:30pm. We will be returning home tomorrow morning. Our flight leaves at 11:00am. My parents have already left! The food we ate at Church filled us up. We go to bed & get some rest before leaving early in the morning.

Sunday, January 21

“Home again”

We wake at 3:00am & my Mother-in-law has fixed us a light Breakfast & packed a lunch for us: She says: ~Good morning you two! I didn't want you to leave hungry!~ I reply: ~Thank you Mom, we'll be leaving in two hours. Is there anything you need before we leave?~ She answers: ~No Dear, just make sure you two get home safe! I couldn't bare to lose you too!~

I reply: ~Just don't you worry about us Mom? We'll be alright! Just take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything, I mean anything!~ She replies: ~I will Dear, Thank you.~ We leave at about 5:00am & arrived at the Airport at 8:30am. I turn in the rental, we go through security, check our bags & sit in the waiting room for an hour & a half. We Board the plane at 11:00am. We leave on time & land at Miami International on schedule. I pick up the Beamer! We're on our way home by 4:00pm, I call Mary & say: ~Darling, I've missed you so much, so did JR! We're home & going to rest up! I love you Darling!~ Mary replies: ~Harry, I've missed you more than I'm able to say! I love you too! How was your trip? I answer: ~Long but we're happy to be home. Different circumstances, JR would've had a good time!~ Mary replies: ~Harry, get some rest & I'll be there just after 6:00pm. I'm cooking dinner for you & John Ross!~ We hang up & I bathe JR.! It's been a long day & the little guy's exhausted. I take a shower & get ready to see Mary. God I missed her! 6:00pm a knock on my door. It's Mary & she's got groceries in her arms - I greet her & say: ~Hello My Darling, let me take those!~ I carry the two sacks of groceries to & place them on the Counter! She stands there for a moment to catch her breath Mary says: ~Harry, you just sit down there at the table. I 'm going to make Dinner.~ I reply: ~Sounds good Darling, I'm famished!~ Mary takes the groceries out of the sacks & begins to prepare She's cooking Southern Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes w/Country Gravy & Okra: I observe: ~Sure smells good Darling.~ Mary explains: ~My Mama didn't raise me not to use my talents. This is her recipe! I sure hope you like Fried Chicken?~ I reply: ~I love anything you cook Darling!~ She's finished cooking. She sets the table & calls JR for dinner & announces: ~John Ross, Dinner's on!~ JR. answers: ~Yes Mam!~ She serves JR says: ~Now you eat everything John Ross & I have something special for you after dinner!~ JR asks: ~Really Miss Covington, I'm going to eat the whole thing.... I promise! I love you Miss Covington!~ She turns to me & asks: ~Harry, you want me to serve you?~ She smiles & winks! I Note: ~No, I think I can probably handle it! This really smells good!~ -She states: ~Harry I have something extra special for you!~ We sit down & eat. Mary can cook, really cook! She with pride asks: ~Anyone for Blueberry pie?~ She pulls a pie out of a box & explains: ~I want you to know I made this fresh this morning! I know how much John Ross like pie.~ JR ~Sure do Miss Covington! Mmmmh mmmh~ She says: ~Enjoy it John Ross!~ I ask ~How'd you know I like Blueberry pie?~ She says: ~Your Mother told me that was the way to your heart!~ I say: ~Darling, usually, but you've already got my heart!~ She smiles loudly & says: ~Harry, I Love you!~ & winks at me again.... After dinner & dessert I help her clear the table & do dishes. She bathes JR, puts him to bed & hears him say his prayers. I hear them talking something over! JR asks: ~Miss Covington, can I call you Mommy? Please?~ She replies: ~I'd like that John Ross!~ JR says: ~I love you Mommy!~ She replies: ~I like the sound of that John Ross, now you go to sleep! I love you very much!~ These words touch my heart! I've come to realize just how much those two love each other! I'm Damn lucky!

She comes out of the room with tears in her eyes, but smiling & says: ~Harry, God know I love that child!~ I Reply: ~So do I My Darling, So Do I~ Now: About that something Special?~ She Smiles, grabs my hand & leads me into my room & we make love for the rest of the night!

Duke Sherman

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Transcript 8

The episode is live on Patreon and will be on iTunes tomorrow. Spoilery trigger warning in tags.

MUSIC: "SOLITUDE" BY MUCIOJAD SOUND: PHONE RINGING

Voicemail 1 (July 23, 9:15 am)

HOLLY: Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. Bye!

WILLARD: Mara, it's me. I don't know what Mica's been telling you, but we are not out to get you! This—this is absurd! We just want to ask you some questions and, and keep you safe. Think about this logically. You and Ivy will be so much safer here than-

CAMELLIA: General, Sir.

WILLARD: (Snapping) What?

CAMELLIA: We lost her.

WILLARD: (Roused from his irritation) What?

CAMELLIA: She started a fire in the Walmart and snuck off in the confusion.

WILLARD: She did WHAT?! God DAMMIT, Mara-

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 2 (August 20)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: Hi, it's Mara, don't bother leaving a voicemail. Bye!

WILLARD: I don't know if you're still checking Google Voice, but I wanted you to know I've... called off the search. Thank you for reading that statement on the show. I know you wouldn't do it unless you were serious about disavowing Mica. I've ordered everyone to stand down... at great personal cost to my own career, in case you were wondering.

WILLARD: You know, I'm spending every ounce of good will on you, every ounce of Goodwill. And you think that I'm gonna hurt you, and here I am, destroying my life to— I don't even fucking know what! Because nothing I do works. Nothing I do... makes you pick up the fucking phone! Nothing, nothing I do gets you to just, just fucking listen to me!

WILLARD: I'm your fucking shield! (More quietly) I'm protecting you.

WILLARD: Let me be there for you and Ivy.

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 3 (August 21, 3 am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: (Strained) Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. And if you're Thomas Willard, fuck off and stop bothering me. Thanks!

WILLARD: (Desperately) Mara, please. Call 911, go to a hospital, something, please. I swear on my daughter's life no one else will ever know where you are. I don't want you dying alone in some abandoned building! I'm on your side, Mara. Tell me what I can do to prove it.

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 4 (August 21, 4:30 am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

WILLARD: Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Thomas Willard. Please leave your name, number, and a reason for calling, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

HOLLY: (Tired, high-pitched from pain, fighting a meltdown) It—it's me. I—look— (swallows) I don't want to die alone in a shitty AirBNB either. It's a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, and I'm tired, and I don't know if it's supposed to take this long or if things are stuck and I'm going to die here and nobody's going to find us for a month, or... just... I don't want to call 911, I don't want STRANGERS, I want— (sobs) I just...

HOLLY: I guess you can send Cami to come help me, but nobody else! Nobody! Needs to be! In my space! I just! Need! My Space! (Takes several breaths, gradually calming down slightly)

HOLLY: Just send Cami, okay? [Address: BEEEEEEEP]. It's the blue one. I'm putting a key in the flower pot. I just, (sighs) nobody but Cami, okay? I don't, I don't want anyone IN MY SPACE, I need my space to be... private. Okay, all right. (More deep breathing, whispers) I'm just... hold my rock... (Sighs shakily as pain recedes)

HOLLY: Look, I don't know how I feel about you right now, but... you always keep your promises. So if you say you'll keep my location a secret, I... I trust you. (Whines in pain) Just send Cami as soon— (strangled yelp of pain) as soon as humanly possible!

SOUND: BEEP

Voicemail 5 (August 21, 6:30am)

SOUND: PHONE RINGING

HOLLY: (Strained) Hi, it's Mara. Don't bother leaving a voicemail. And if you're Thomas Willard, fuck off and stop bothering me. Thanks!

SOUND: CAR REVVING UP, DRIVING

CAMELLIA: Mara, it's me. It's about 6:30 a.m. now. I don't expect you to answer, but in case listening is easier than texting right now... I just landed and (singing) I'm on my waaaaaay! Now just, um, just lie on your side, relax, and, and— don't you dare have that baby without me, okay?!

MUSIC: "SOLITUDE" BY MUCIOJAD

CAMELLIA: Now, eclipse traffic has the roads pretty bad, but I should be there soon. Now, tell Ivy to wait, okay? If she'll listen! Who knows, I mean... (Laughs) Maybe, maybe, maybe she'll be a little eclipse baby. Right, okay, so I'm, I'm on my way! Good luck and (stage whisper) I'll see you soon, so don't you dare push without me, that's an order! Okay? Bye!

SOUND: CAR SPEEDS UP SOUND: BEEP

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i want them all tick tock

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ junior year of high school, 2011 ] [6:05am] kaia ➝ teagan: hey ur awake right[6:08am] kaia ➝ teagan: TEAGS U BETTER BE AWAKE[6:08am] kaia ➝ teagan: U SAID U WOULD DRIVEM TO SCHOOL TODAY[6:08am] kaia ➝ teagan: TEAGS I DEADASS DON’T HAVE A RIDE ITS TOO LATE FOR ME TO TAKE THE BUS[8:04am] kaia ➝ teagan: fuck u i walked n hitch hiked w a soccer mom on the way .

Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ sophomore year of college, 2013 ] [2:14am] kaia ➝ teagan: i know graham is ur boyfriend and all and ur in love but i just miss the days where it was just us and you weren’t busy with him all the time. he’s a nice guy but there are times i can’t help but feel like he’s stealing you away from me [2:15am] kaia ➝ teagan: i just miss it when it was just us two against the world why did stella have to come along and steal u awayERROR! TEXT MESSAGE NOT SENT! REVIEW THE MESSAGE AND TRY AGAIN!

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[11:43pm] kaia ➝ teagan: TEAGSKISDT HEL PME[11:45pm] kaia ➝ teagan: THEYP ULELD ME UPT O THE ROOF[11:46pm] kaia ➝ teagan: TEHEY WANT TO PUSH EMIRNTO THE POOL[11:47pm] kaia ➝ teagan: HELPTEAGS U KNOWI CANTEHANDLE HIEHGTS HELP

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[3:43am] kaia ➝ teagan: teagan whdy are u stilul my friend aure u srue u aren’t sjust pretending[3:45am] kaia ➝ teagan: we'sre best frmiedns buat sometimehs i feel likhe we’re just irdfting atrap[3:50am] kaia ➝ teagan: i dalways supporlt and deefdn u but whenevre i need yu i feel likce ur never thjere[3:51am] kaia ➝ teagan: i just want ym best firend

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[10:57pm] kaia ➝ teagan: why don’t u two should just have an honest fuckign convo like normal people.. i’m always going to be on ur side but it’s been months and i just want u guys to fucking resolve this properly already

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[2:21am] kaia ➝ teagan: help me graham’s drunk again[2:22am] kaia ➝ teagan: he’s doing such weird things n keeps rambling [2:25am] kaia ➝ teagan: HE’S A FUCKKING MESS HELP ME TEAGS IDK WHAT TO DO[2:27am] kaia ➝ teagan: SHOULD I JUST LEAVE HIM DRUNK ON THE BEACH

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[ junior year of high school, 2011 ] [9:30am] kaia ➝ teagan: SO IT TURNS OUT I HAD A POP QUIZ THIS MORNING AND I MISSED IT BC I WAS LATE BC SOMEONE!!! OVERSLEPT[9:34am] kaia ➝ teagan: WHY COULDN’T U JUST WAKE UP ON TIME LIKE A NORMAL PERSON [9:35am] kaia ➝ teagan: THE TEACHER WON’T LET ME TAKE THE QUIZ EITHER BC I WAS LATE WHAT TH EFUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO[9:35am] kaia ➝ teagan: I HATE YOU SO MUCH U KNOW U WERE MY ONLY RIDE TO SCHOOL TODAY

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[5:31pm] kaia ➝ teagan: DUDE TEHRE’S FUCKING FROG NIT HE HOUSE[5:35pm] kaia ➝ teagan: OH YM GODITS JUST HOPPING [5:36pm] kaia ➝ teagan: I SWEAR TO FUKCING GOD IT JUST SMILED AT ME1!!!!

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[4:03pm] kaia ➝ teagan: hey i just wanted u to know htat i love u[4:06pm] kaia ➝ teagan: thanks for sticking by my side through all these years even though u totally could’ve but i mean u probably stayed for the money or wtvr :/[4:06pm] kaia ➝ teagan: anyways… thank u for being my best friend ig….

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[8:59am] kaia ➝ teagan: hey so like…….where tf did u disappear off to last night[9:00am] kaia ➝ teagan: u were gonna watch that video of jude’s lapdance but u just stood up n walked off are u good were the aliens contacting u again[9:02am] kaia ➝ teagan: is that why u just got up all of a sudden were they trying to telepathically speak to u

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[1:15am] kaia ➝ teagan: HEY RMEMEBER HOW PEPPY THE HAMSTER DIED???[1:18am] kaia ➝ teagan: BUT PEPPY HAD A DAUGHTER W PENNY THE HAMSTER[1:19am] kaia ➝ teagan: WELL PENNY THE HAMSTER’S DAUGHET JSUT GAVE BIRTH IM A GREAT GRANDMOTHER!!!!!! IM A GREAT GRANDMA!!!! FUCKS YEAH

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[1:48pm] kaia ➝ teagan: According to all known lawsof aviation, there is no way a beeshould be able to fly. Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t carewhat humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry?- Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening?- I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your fatherpaid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate.We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz.- Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000.- Bye! Barry, I told you,stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam.- Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel?- A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school,three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I tooka day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry.- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie?- Yeah. - You going to the funeral?- No, I’m not going. Everybody knows,sting someone, you die. Don’t waste it on a squirrel.Such a hothead. I guess he could havejust gotten out of the way. I love this incorporatingan amusement park into our day. That’s why we don’t need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp…under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men.- We are! - Bee-men.- Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oitygraduating class of… …9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your careerat Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it’s just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennasinside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it’ll be like?- A little scary.[1:50pm] kaia ➝ teagan: why the FUCK DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENIND I JUST WNAN TEXT IN PEACE

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[2:24am] kaia ➝ teagan: sometimes i feel like we’re not as close as we used to be when we were younger. i know we’ve been best friends for such a long time and life is bound to do that to people, but i feel like you only hang around me still because of this whole stupid pretending to be the benefactor situation. back in sophomore year, when you were with graham i was completely thrilled for you, of course i was, he made you happy and you’re my fucking best friend! but then you guys started falling deeper and deeper in love, and then suddenly all of our study sessions and nights together trying to cook became coffee runs with him and weekends out in the city with him. suddenly i wasn’t your best friend anymore, but he was. [2:25am] kaia ➝ teagan: and then when you two broke up? i was heartbroken for you guys, how could i not be? he made you so so happy and you guys were so perfect for each other. but then i finally had my best friend back. even though we’ve gotten a lot closer again then before, i still feel like you only come running back to me because it’s what you’re used to. i feel like i’m only your best friend because we’ve been best friends for so long and it’s just something you’re used to, and i don’t want to be someone you rely on just because it’s like a routine.

#.:｡✧*ﾟ「 as long as we have each other — musings ft. teagan ! 」#.:｡✧*ﾟ「 — ask memes ! 」#answered #teagcn #i got lazy.. towards the end LOVE U HERES UR STUPID ASK MEME THAT I DIDNT EVEN REBLOG I HATE U FOR MAKING ME GO THROUGH THIS #I HAVENT DONE REPLIES IN DAYS BC OF THIS #also the heartbreaking one is weak but like... i didnt kno what else to write but when we plot more itll be easier :)

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after all these years... j. bassett pt 2

after all these years... part two

pairing: joshua bassett and female reader

summary: you had talked to joshua for nearly a month over the phone, and you found out that you were going back to california for the summer, and he was going to be back in town too.

warnings: some swearing in some parts of story.

word count: 2077 words

you sat on the couch, contemplating whether or not you wanted to watch the new series, HSMTMTS on disney+. of course, you did. but it just didn't feel right to you, to watch it, knowing that joshua was in it...

"mom, should i watch it?" you asked your mom who was still standing beside you on the couch.

"that's up to you, honey. it seems like a good show, and i know how much you liked the originals." she said to you, starting to walk away back into the kitchen when her phone rang. you peeked your head over her shoulder, and you saw the name, 'Laura'

you didn't want to impose and listen in, but i just couldn't help myself. what if it was about josh? you puttered around in the kitchen while your mom talked on the phone.

"yeah, yeah. she's right here... i think she's listening." your mom looked over at you, as you blushed. you heard the voices on the phone, there were multiple... what if that was josh?

"do you guys wanna talk?" my mom asked, and you heard a deeper voice come on the phone.

"y/n, honey. someone wants to talk to you." she held the phone out to you, and you walked over to take it.

"hello?" you spoke to the person on the phone.

"hey, y/n..." i recognized the voice. it WAS josh.

"hi, josh." you smiled, and you could practically hear his smile as well. "how've you been? it's been forever..."

"i've been good. pretty busy though... i'm actually in the new series on disney+." he spoke proudly.

"yeah, i saw! i'm actually in the middle of episode 1. you and olivia are such great actors!" you compliments him, and he chuckled.

"thank you! but, trust me. olivia is a much better actor than me. she's been in the game alot longer than i have..." he said.

"hey, still. your song-writing skills are on point! your songs are amazing." you complimented him once again.

"thank you, y/n. i really appreciate it." he told you.

"i-uh, i think i'm coming back home in a few days. since schools nearly out, i think i'm gonna come back for the summer." you told him, and you could hear him gasp softly.

"wait, really? that's awesome. i think i'll be back in town in a few weeks. maybe we can hang out?" he asked you, you lit up.

"um- yeah, yeah that sounds great. i'd love to." you said to him. "ok, well. i have to go do some errands. i'll give you my number though, so we can talk later. if you want to..." he trailed off, audibly grinning. "that would be great, josh. i put your number in my phone. my number is '***-***-****' i'll let you go, so you can do your errands! but, can we talk later tonight? there's just so much to catch up on..." you asked him. "yeah, yeah. of course! i'll call you around 8." he said to you, making you smile. "ok, talk later. yup, bye." you said to him, and hung up. "oh my gosh... mom!!!" you ran into the kitchen, where she was working on some new sign ideas for her flower shop. "josh and i exchanged numbers, and are gonna talk later tonight!!" you told her, as she smiled. "i've talked to him a little bit. he really missed you when you left, you know. he really liked you." she said to you, as you tilted your head to the side. "why didn't you tell me that??" you asked her, curious. "i was going to, but, looks like you feel the same?" she questioned, smirking. "what?? no..." you faked. you missed him too. yes, when you left, you had just turned 14, and we're about to go into your freshman year of highschool. it was a lot to handle. new school, new friends, all along with your freshman year. you kinda lost touch with all of the friends you had back home, but that was gonna change. you were going back home for the summer, and you couldn't be more excited. — later that night, around 7:30 you were sitting on your bed, finishing up some homework, when your phone started to buzz. you got up out of bed, and grabbed your phone. 'joshy' read the contact name, along with a baby picture of him that you always loved. "hello?" you answered. "hi, y/n." josh nervously said on the other end. he was nervously twiddling his thumbs, and pacing, like normal. "how've you been? i didn't really get the chance to ask earlier." he asked you, causing you to blush. "i've been ok. i miss everyone though. you said you were going back to california in a few days, yeah?" you asked him. "yeah, yeah! i think i'm leaving friday. you said you were going back for the summer?" he asked you. "yeah, i am. my parents are thinking about moving back. there's a job for my dad, and a building just went up as vacant, so my mom can set her business up there. i just wish we hadn't moved in the first place... it would probably be so different." you said, reminiscing on the memories josh and i made. "do you remember that one time when we were like 7? it rained really hard one day, and then we decided to go outside, and jump in the mud? your mom was so pissed at us." he said, also thinking about the past. "oh my god, i do!! i was just thinking about some stuff we did. like that one time when you came along on a road trip with my family. we were eating cheese cracker sandwiches. you opened the sand which, licked all the cheese out of the sandwich, and put the crackers back in the box. hands down, the soggiest crackers i've ever eaten..." you said to him as he chuckled.

you guys talked for almost 3 hours after that. you guys talked about a bunch of different things. old times, new friends, new memories. and everything in between. — last day of school, june 7th "guess who's officially on summer vacation?" you walked through the door, throwing your backpack on the floor. "that was today?" your dad walked in through the living room. he was rarely home, because he worked overtime a lot, but he was actually home today. "yeah! no more school for three months." you chuckled a little, and walked past him, to get a snack. "you want anything, dad?" you asked him, he shook his head. "no, i'm good. thanks though, kid." he said, as his phone started ringing. you made yourself a snack, and went into the living room. "high school musical?" you asked yourself, (and your cat, who was now contently purring next to you.) you scrolled past the new series, and clicked on the original movie. you thought about watching some more of the new series. "should i?" you looked to your cat, who was looking up at you. he closed his eyes, and purred. "oh, what the hell? why not?" you said, scrolling back to HSMTMTS and clicked play. you were about halfway through the episode, and your phone buzzed. "hey, y/n." he said on the other end, he sounded like he was in the car. "are you in the car?" you asked. "yeah, just on the way home from work, can't wait to be home." he spoke. "how was your day?" he asked you. "it was good. today was my last day of school." you told him, smiling. "that's awesome!" he said, whilst he pulled in his driveway. "yeah! we're flying to california early tomorrow morning. i think around 6am. so that means we have to learn around 4 to be able to get to the airport in time." you told him and he lit up on the other end. "that soon? that's awesome. i can't wait to hang out again!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "yeah! is the bowling alley still open? we need to get a group together and go. or just us, and catch up a little." you suggested, hoping he'd get the hint. "uh, duh! the bowling alley used to be our favorite place to hang out. i can't wait to hang out again." he said to you, while he was still nervously pacing around his living room. "i can't either. it's been forever! i have to go pack my stuff, wanna stay on the phone?" you asked him, shutting the television off and walking up the stairs to your room. "sure! make sure to pack a shit ton of swimsuits. i've already planned a beach day." he said to you, making you blush. "awe, josh. i can't wait to get back to the beaches there! i'll just bring all my swimsuits." you chuckled, and he did too. "what's the first thing your gonna do when you get here?" he asked you. "come see you, obviously..." you joked... kind of. "really? you're too cute, y'know that?" he said to you, making you turn red yet again. he sure had a way of making you blush. — 3:30am the next night, a half hour being you had to leave for the airport. you were up and downstairs, about to hop in and take a quick shower. you wanted to be clean for the plane ride, which was nearly 4 hours. you turned on some music and hopped in the shower. once you finished, you went upstairs and put on some comfy clothes, and gathered the rest of your toiletries and packed them in your suitcase. — 11:30am. your plane just landed in LAX you were shook awake by your dad who was say next to you. "wake up kiddo, we're here." he said, rising from his seat, and grabbing his luggage out of the overhead bin. you stood up and gathered the book you were reading and put it in youro bag. as everyone exits the plane, you were anxious to get out. you knew what you were gonna do we doin as you were off the plane. well, the second thing... you had to use the restroom, and THEN you were gonna call josh. your parents had gone to gather your guys luggage at the baggage claim as you were coming out of the restroom. you all grabbed your luggage and continued your way to the exit. "who's picking us up?" you asked your parents. "they're right there..." your mom pointed to a woman, about your moms age, and what looked to be a boy who was turned around. you were already walking towards them, but as soon as the boy turned around, you nearly bolted towards them. "j-josh..." you said, as he wrapped his arms around you, and swung your around slowly. "hey, y/n." he hugged you tighter. you pulled back, and admired the handsome boy that was standing in front of you. he had always been handsome, but the more time you spent apart, the more attractive he seemed to get. you heard your dad clear his throat, and you realized you were still hugging josh. you pulled away from each other and exited the airport. you all piled into the bassett family car, had enough room for everyone. josh and you say in the way back, your dad sat in the middle, and your mom sat in the front. — 3pm the same day. you woke up from your nap, and josh had tried calling you. "hey, sorry for not answering, i fell asleep. what'd you need?" you asked him. "you still up for that beach day?" he asked you. "uh, yeah!" you smiled. "ok! i'll pick you up in 20." he said. "ok, see you soon." you said and hung up the phone. you went to where your suitcase sat, and dug out a bikini, and a big t-shirt to put on over it. "where're you goin?" you mom asked you. "josh invited me to go to the beach with him. can i go, please?" you asked her. "sure, honey! i'll see you later. i'm gonna go take a nap." she told you. "ok, mom. i love you! i'll see you in a little while." you spoke to her, before closing the bathroom door and changing into your swimsuit. —— sorry this one is so long! i hope you guys enjoyed this part! :) love u all

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