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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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My best friend’s brother (PART 1) | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You go on a boat trip with the Camerons...and get a little more than what you came for

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

''I'm telling you, I'm never going on a second date with him. He's the most boring person ever.''

''He's on the football team, how can he be boring?''

''Playing sports isn't a personality trait.''

Sarah agreed and then took a sip of her iced tea.

''I almost went to the bathroom to ask you to call me in emergency.''

''It was that bad?''

You nodded.

Tristan was candy for the eyes, but Elle Woods' chihuahua had more personality than him. You hadn't even kissed him when he drove you home, which you had been dying to do when he asked you out.

''I'm sorry... There's a party at the boneyard on Friday. I could try to find you a hot date?''

''No thanks. I'm done with dates,'' you declared, having enough of boys. Sarah lowered her sunglasses to give you a look, not believing a single word you just said. ''For this weekend, at least.''

You and Sarah laughed. As if you'd give up on boys.

Your conversation was interrupted when Sarah's door opened. She looked up, annoyance covering her face when she saw her brother in the doorway.

''What do you want?'' she asked.

''Dad and Rose are packing the yacht for tomorrow. He said to not go to bed too late. We're leaving at five.'' He had a towel over his shoulder, looking like he was about to go for a shower.

''Okay,'' Sarah said, getting the message. ''Now, leave.''

The two siblings weren't very close. To Sarah, Rafe was and will always be her self-obsessed, annoying older brother - and a disgusting womanizer.

Once Rafe left, Sarah fell back on her collection of cushions. ''Ugh, I hate waking this early.''

''I thought you liked boat trips?''

''Yeah, but Dad always makes us leave super early. It's cold and there's nothing to see at 5am. The sun isn't even up!''

''At least you get to go on boat trips. My dad sold our boat to get a cabin in the mountains.''

You grimaced at the memories of last winter break. God, you hated snow! It's cold and wet and makes your nose red. You'd rather go on a boat than skiing.

''Want to come with us?''

Fooling around with Sarah's brother was not what you came for when you joined the Camerons on that boat trip, but Rafe was there, looking smoking hot under the sun and you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Sarah was telling you about this new documentary about sea life she had watched. It was one of those who called out factories for trashing the ocean. In another situation, you would've been interested, but your eyes were watching the elder of the Camerons getting ready to scuba dive with Ward.

You had never admitted it to your best friend, but her brother had grown up into a fine piece of man. You'd be lying if you said you had never dreamed of running your hands over his chest and abs.

Before your staring became creepy, you turned your attention back to Sarah who hadn't noticed you being distracted.

''Did you know that Coca-Cola is the top-producer of ocean plastic? Using three million tons of plastic packaging annually. That's crazy! Along with Pepsi, they are the leaders in ocean-polluting plastics.''

Forty-five minutes later, Ward and Rafe returned from their activity.

They got back onto the boat, water dripping from their bodies and making a puddle. Ward called for Rose to fetch them towels as they removed their gear.

You watched as Rafe ripped off his mask and unclipped his scuba jacket. He was now shirtless, giving you a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms. Some droplets of water rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen, and getting lost under his swim shorts. His hair was wet, with a middle part framing his face perfectly.

You fought the urge to bite your lip. Could he look hotter?

Rose came in with the towels, handing one to Ward and leaving the other for Rafe.

''I'll take it,'' Ward said, taking the scuba tanks and heading inside the cabin.

Rafe nodded and grabbed the towel, using it for his face and roughly drying himself so Rose wouldn't yell at him for trailing water all over the saloon. When he finished, he caught you staring and winked at you.

Everyone on the yacht was asleep, except for you.

When you agreed to come on this trip, you were so excited to go that you forgot that you'd have to share a bed with Sarah. Now, Sarah was your best friend and you loved her to death, but her snoring was a terrible issue. How could a small person snore this loud?

So, you found yourself in the saloon, trying to get some sleep on the leather couch. The cushion was stiff and stuck to your skin, but at least you couldn't hear Sarah's snores.

The sound of someone coming up the stairs made you look up. You prayed it wasn't Mr. Cameron, not wishing to have an awkward run in while you were in silk shorts and a cami. Perhaps you should've brought more family appropriate sleepwear.

''Y/N?'' Rafe’s voice echoed through the saloon. ''What are you doing? It's 1am,'' He was trying to be quiet, but his voice was betraying him.

''Sarah is snoring and I can't sleep.''

Rafe chuckled in understandment, going for the fridge. He took a bottle of gatorade and took a long sip. As he drank, the bottom of his shirt rode up, showing a sliver of his stomach. If you glanced lower, he was wearing sweatpants and visibly had nothing else under. Jesus Christ. This image was going to haunt you for the rest of the night...and the nexts.

You sat up, shifting your eyes. Getting caught staring would be another level of embarrassment. ''What are you doing awake? Can you hear Sarah's snores from your room?''

''Fortunately, no. I was just thirsty.'' He set the bottle down on the countertop. ''Come with? My bed is a lot more comfortable than that stiff couch and I don't snore. Promise.''

If this were a dream, you would've taken him up on his offer without hesitation, but this was real life and there were too many 'what if's popping up in your head.

What if you had a too vivid dream and shifted into a compromising position during the night?

What if you did something stupid and mix up fiction and reality?

What if someone caught you getting in or out?

What if Sarah realizes you aren't in bed and goes looking for you? How would you explain your disappearance?

''I’m good here.''

''Bullshit.'' Rafe raised an eyebrow, rounding the counter. ''Is sleeping in my bed an issue for you? Because you didn't seem too displeased when you were ogling me this afternoon.''

You knew he had caught you staring, but you refused to admit out loud that you were.

''You should get your eyesight checked, Cameron.''

''I was looking at you too. How can I not when you're laying on the deck in your bikini, laughing at whatever stupid thing my sister said.''

Your cheeks flushed as Rafe's words.

''Good night, Y/N.''

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #Outer Banks #outer banks fic

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uschickens · 3 years

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After Pangzi and Wu Xie go to pick up Xiaoge, accompanied by Wu Xie's entourage, they spend the night still on the mountain, just the three of them, before heading back to the nearest village to meet up with the rest of the crew. They give Xiaoge a little time to reaccustom himself to being back amongst (the living? this world? humans?) again, but soon the combination of Xiaoge's single-minded determination, Wu Xie's crafty brain, and Pangzi's cheerful willingness to bulldoze the world in support of the other two have them heading out to help Xiaoge reestablish his authority over the Zhang clan.

Xiaoge lays out how things are going to go in this new Wangless era, eyes heavy with the weight of knowledge of the Ultimate, and even the upstart overseas Zhangs eventually subside. (It doesn't hurt that Wu Xie is there, giving them that smile that doesn't reach his eyes, the entire family knowing that his hands are drenched in Wang blood but not on *their* behalf. And then there's Pangzi, joking and laughing and dropping little tidbits of information that let them know *just* how much these three know about the Zhang family, their strengths and weaknesses, and how the Iron Triangle is loyal to itself first and the Zhangs only as a byproduct.)

So they deal with all those shenanigans, and they all hold it together for the month or so that requires, and then they make like that one gif of the dude throwing a peace sign and then fading out. No one hears from them for, like, a month after that.

Because they're here:

Or maybe here:

Definitely here:

Two bedrooms, regardless of who is sleeping with who, if anyone at all. They spend several nights all clumped together in a single bed no matter what, but they have the other room for when someone inevitably has nightmares, or can't sleep, or feels stifled. Sometimes Xiaoge just watches Pangzi and Wu Xie sleep curled together like puppies, half-disbelieving that he's actually here. That they're actually here. That they're together, asleep, safe, *warm.*

Because I'm guessing the Bronze Gate is super freakin' cold. Thus Wu Xie's mission to take Xiaoge someplace warm as soon as possible. There is snorkeling and scuba diving (since all three canonically dive!) in water almost bathtub-warm, and Wu Xie is satisfied when he can see the faint dusting of Xiaoge's tattoo all day as he rotisseries himself on one of their private sun loungers. The water is grounding for Xiaoge, enough sensory input to remind him he has a body, his breath either loud in his own ears through the respirator, or he is constantly reminded of it held tight in his lungs as he freedives, nothing between him and the ocean.

And there's a kitchen in their place, so they can eat out when they feel lazy, but mostly Pangzi gets to indulge in his love language of food. They go fishing together, and then Pangzi serves them up their own catch. They sit side by side with their legs dangling in the pool, hips pressed together, as they eat and watch the sunset together. They didn't have Nespresso machines when Xiaoge went behind the Gate, so they introduce him to those, and Xiaoge gets to indulge his secret fondness for foofy coffee every morning without having to interact with other human beings.

The other human beings thing is still a little touch and go at first, because it's not just Xiaoge reaccustoming himself to the real world again; it's also Wu Xie and Pangzi supporting Xiaoge as he gets to come into his own for the first time. To be an entire person, not just a vehicle for the Zhang family legacy. To form relationships on his own terms, not just for their utility. And some of it is great; Xiaoge totally bonds with one of the old sailing guides, spending hours not talking with him. Some of it is less great, like when Xiaoge gets brave and signs up for a massage at the spa after Wu Xie returns one afternoon, all floppy and sleepy-eyed and oiled up from his own deep tissue treatment. But turns out Xiaoge is not ready to be touched by strangers like that, not yet, and it feels daring m of him to both try AND to say no. Wu Xie and Pangzi celebrate him drawing that line on his own terms.

The next day, Pangzi says he's off for yet another cooking class, determined to master the souffle, but he comes back late in the afternoon, carting a massage table and snelling of lavender from a morning spent pumping the massage therapists for pointers. He tugs Xiaoge out on the back porch and lays him out on the table. Xiaoge is tense at first, but there is the grounding sound of the ocean close by, and Wu Xie drags his own lounger close to sit and take one of Xiaoge's hands while Pangzi goes to work. Wu Xie keeps up a nonsense prattle of some random historical something or other he learned about while Xiaoge was gone, something entirely unconnected to their history, while Pangzi oils up his hands and proceeds to put all his newfound massage knowledge to use.

Once they all settle into it, once Xiaoge relaxes safe between the hands of the most important people in the world to him, once Pangzi has reassured himself that he's not just tenderizing Xiaoge like a side of meat, Pangzi and Wu Xie slide into their regular banter, teasing each other over nothing, playing like they used to before Tibet. Before Xiaoge left them. To Xiaoge, the sound is more relaxing than any spa music.

It’s a good vacation, is what I’m saying.

#dmbj #wu xie #xiaoge #wang pangzi #zhang qiling #iron triangle #pingxie #pingpangxie #if you want either of those #but it’s mostly these three doofuses being the most important people in each other’s lives #why yes I cope with stress by ogling fancy hotels in places I will never be able to afford #and imagining my favorite fictional characters having the best possible vacation there #I think it’s perfectly healthy!#and whooooo do these boys need a vacation to nice they’re all back together #technically this could fit before the start of the arranged marriage!au #but it works just as well in pretty much every dmbj-related verse I imagine #I! just! want! the! iron! triangle! to! go! snorkeling!#and admire some fish #and absolutely zero creepy underwater ruins #wants to be fic when it grows up

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imaginethatneathuh · 3 years

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Warm (Cold P3): Technical Boy - American Gods

Third part of Cold and Cool. The last part, too.

Edited by the amazing and ever talented @dragon430. I immensely appreciate everything. She really pulled this one through (blame her for the length).

Word count: 5.2+ K

I- I tried. I’m not good at writing this kinda stuff.

Warnings: Arguing, fluff, angst, apologies.

•

What was he doing? He shouldn't be here, not in the slightest. He should not be here. Especially, if he wanted to save his dignity.

Technical Boy’s frantic tapping on the steering wheel of one of his cars was the only noise heard.

It wasn't the limo. He couldn't stand being in there without you. It felt… wrong, cold even.

Your apartment complex was right there. Directly next to him, and he could so easily just go inside. He still had the key you'd given him. You'd probably forgotten he had it as he rarely used it. That’s probably why you hadn't asked for it back. That or because you didn’t want to see him or talk to him at all.

That was a far more terrifying thought than any other he’d come up with.

To his right sat an old sweater of yours. Its age showed in the stains and rubbed off text on the tag.

You left it at his place one day. He, occasionally, kept it with him as a small reminder of you when he couldn't see you for a while. Over the past few weeks, he had slept with it several times, your scent calming his raging mind. What could he say; the idiot missed you.

Now, you were leaving for a wedding, a wedding in another country.

The god couldn't leave the states. He'd disappear if he tried. His only hope was that you hadn't packed and left for the airport already. Before you left, he wanted to see you again. He wanted, no, needed to say goodbye.

No. That’s too desperate.

He wanted to give you your sweater back.

Yeah. That's better. If he told you that, maybe he wouldn't have to say it.

Wouldn't have to say goodbye. Wouldn't have to accept that you might not come back. He could live in his own made-up world, one where you were still there, and the two of you were happy.

He knew you had been thinking about it. About staying gone, that is.

He couldn't stomach the thought of never seeing you again. He’d even be okay with you hating him forever as long as you stayed where he could see you. You had become the one person he never wanted to chase away, but he'd fucked that up, and now all you wanted to do was get away as fast as possible.

Looking at the apartment complex, Technical Boy bit his lip, the flesh raw from his gnawing. And he could already feel the pool of tears collecting in his eyes. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want you to see him like this. Didn't want weakness to be the first thing you think of when you see him.

But he’s never been so overcome with emotion. You did things to him. Some of those things he liked. Like how you were able to push away all his worries with a smile or how you could alleviate all his tension with a gentle touch. But, now, he hated it. All he felt now was the undeniable, ever potent feeling of loneliness.

•

Quietly, you tucked your toiletries into your suitcase. Patting the bag lightly, you sighed.

It would be the one, sure-fire way you wouldn't have to see him again. It'd be easier for you. No caving if he came to you, asked you to come back to him, to deal with him again. No, you weren't going to. No matter what.

That's what you told yourself, repeatedly.

If you left and didn't come back, sure, that'd be hard and you'd have to figure how to become a citizen but then you wouldn't have to see him. You wouldn't give in to Technical Boy's demands. If he ever decided you were worth his time.

It had been weeks, so that wasn't likely. Still, the thought stayed with you.

You sighed again and shuffled to your dresser.

In your heart, you wished he did want you and he cared about you but your brain told your heart to shut up. Said it was impossible and to move on.

A knock was heard from your door, the sound resonating through empty halls. Confused, as you weren't expecting anyone, you walked out of your room and to the door.

•

The young god breathed heavily and tapped his foot nervously. and bit his lip.

'Come on,' he thought to himself. 'Come on. Come the fuck on. All you gotta do is hand them the sweater back. That's all you need. That way, you know they're okay, and we can get on with our life. And- and they can, too.'

He wanted to be more than that. Much more.

The god wanted to be with you again. To treat you better than he had before. He wanted to show you his love.

Quietly, he swore to himself that if you gave him a second chance, he'd take you wherever you wanted. A 5-star restaurant with cuisine from all around the world made by the best chefs the US had to offer? Done. A trip to Hawaii to swim with the animals and go scuba diving? When do you want to leave? Mountain climbing in Alaska? He’ll get the gear. A romantic night out, ending at your place or his, maybe even a super expensive hotel for the hell of it? As long as it was what you wanted. He’d let you pull him under the stars for a night, as long as you smiled. Even if you just wanted to relax at home with him, he’d do it. He’d power down his phone and take care of you until you fell asleep. If you asked, he’d rub your feet or give you a massage. As long as, by the time you slept, you were relaxed, he’d count it as a win. As long as you were happy, he’d do anything. He’d treat you as he should have in the first place, like a monarch.

He had been so cold and cruel to you before. The god had gotten so used to pushing everyone away that he did it to you, too. The walls he built around himself, the technological armour, prevented the one person in the world he wanted to lower the drawbridge from being able to get across the moat. The white lies he told to keep you with him for as long as he could, the yelling and ranting for hours on end, the never asking about YOU because he already knew everything. They all did more harm than good, the yelling in particular. Now, he would make sure to do better. To be better for you. No more lies of any sort. He’d tone down the rants and find other ways to get out his anger. And, of course, he’d make sure to ask about you and how you were doing rather than assuming or ignoring. He’d let you in, too. Properly this time, not just in the forms of rants and yelling. Anything you wanted answered, even the stuff he was afraid to describe, he would tell you. The god wanted a relationship that worked not what the two of you had before. He never wanted to lose you again. If you gave him the chance to fix your relationship, he would, and he would keep it that way if you did, too.

To get you back, he would even beg. Hell, he already wanted to beg you to come back after the wedding and try again. Maybe even beg you to not go at all. The worst thought crossed his mind, though, was to not even beg at all, but to take you and hide you away so you could never leave him again.

Then he grew disgusted with himself. That was not the way to earn your affection. That was the way to making you hate him forever, something he might have accidentally done already.

Not to mention, there wouldn't be a point in kidnapping you if you didn't still care for him. All he wanted was your love, and taking you against your will wouldn’t get him that. He had to try to earn you back. That was the only way. So begging it is.

Ew. he couldn’t help but grimace at the thought. It wasn’t his preferred method, but if it got you to stay, he’d do it. He’d risk his dignity if it meant getting you back.

As the door opened, Technical Boy froze in place.

You. he knew you’d answer since you lived alone, but now you were right there, in front of him. And you looked perfect.

To be fair, he always thought you did. But, now, after not seeing you in far too long, you looked like the morning sun after a long night of darkness… absolutely stunning.

All previous thoughts were gone as he just stared at you. Your presence left him speechless, and everyone who knows him knows that’s a hard thing to accomplish.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, annoyance and anger lacing your words.

He noticed your defensive stance, something that made him gulp.

Unable to stop himself, he let the words leave his lips.

"Can we talk?" His voice grew in a near whisper, afraid that if he got any louder his voice would betray him. Hell, maybe it had already and he didn't realize it.

•

All you could think about was how small he sounded. Not weak, just scared. Like he didn't trust himself to speak. You had never seen him like this before.

The powerful god shrunk in on himself and looked down. He wasn’t able to meet your gaze, and you didn’t know whether to hate it or like it.

"I'm leaving for the airport soon," you said.

He nodded. "I know. For your cousin's wedding." After giving him a questioning look, he said, "You talked about it a few days before you--" he swallowed hard. "--before you left."

You took a wavering breath. It was hard to think about. The day you left him was difficult for both of you. And as great as it felt walking away, you collapsed as soon as you got home.

You were alone and the weight of your decision was a heavy one. Cutting off such a huge piece of your life terrified you then and still does. Now, you were a bit more confident and comfortable with yourself. You wouldn't let him hurt you again.

Even if he did seem like a wreck. For all you knew, he could be faking it. But, after you looked him over, there was no way he could be.

If you took the voice out of the equation, Technical Boy, a supposedly powerful god, looked like he was on the verge of tears, his eyes shining with them. His clothes, unlike what you had seen before, were plain black. And his hair lay free around his shoulders, splayed out and messy like it hadn’t been taken care of recently. That had never happened as long as you had known him. He never let his hair down nor wore plain clothes.

It hurt to see him like this. AS much as you hated to admit it. Desperation and sadness were not good looks on him. It was odd, unnatural, for him to be like this.

"Y/N, can we please talk? I- I really need to talk to you. Please?" He asked, quietly hating how needy he sounded.

"You wanna talk now?" You scoffed. It may have come out harsher than intended, but it was definitely the tone you needed. "Now? After weeks of silence? After weeks of wondering if you even noticed? If you ever cared at all? Now, when I'm about to leave, is when you wanna talk?"

Technical Boy's mouth opened. But he closed it before he said anything, his gaze downcast. He shuffled forward, seeming cautious with his actions. "Can we not do this in the hall?"

You rolled your eyes, sniffling. Looking up, you tried to blink the tears away. "Go away. You've hurt me enough."

With that, you tried to shut the door.

His hand stopped it.

You didn't even try to resist it. It's not like you actually wanted him to go, but you also didn't want him to see you cry. Didn’t want him to see how much you were hurting.

"I know." His eyes met yours for the first time since you, stupidly, opened the door.

Those beautiful, baby blues that always seemed to storm and glow like they captured lightning. The ones that were always alive, always looking for a fight, now were dead. They looked like they had been beaten so black and blue they decided to just switch off like an old computer. It's like the world wasn't worth existing in.

Despite yourself, you pitied him. He was a god. You had seen him at work, seen his true skin, his true self. He was a powerhouse. To see him so defeated and broken by you, a very human and very mortal individual saddened you.

You fully opened the door. "You have five minutes," you said, turning your back to him and walking inside so he didn’t see the tear that rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away and sniffed. "This had better be good."

•

He stepped into your apartment, following you like a ghost. The sweater in his hands served well as something to pick at as his heart pounded in his chest.

Honestly, he didn't think he'd get this far. He thought you'd slam the door in his face immediately. The god counted himself lucky.

He trailed after you to your room as you continued packing. "Y/N?" He asked, softly.

"What?"

"I brought this back." Technical Boy gently set the sweater on your bed. "Thought you might want it back. You, um, you left it at my place a while ago."

The soft fabric always felt strange in his hands. Like it wasn't really there even though it was. It felt wrong not covering you like it was supposed to. It made him feel weird.

You, on the other hand, loved it. The fabric comforted you even on your worst days when the world felt like too much or not enough.

Your hands brushed over the fabric. Softening eyes analyzed the stains like you were double-checking it was yours. Slowly, you brought it to your chest and smiled.

"You had it?" You asked. "I thought you'd thrown it away."

Technical Boy looked away from you, rubbing his neck. "No, I kept it. It reminded me of you."

You walked over and pushed him.

It wasn't forceful enough to make him fall but enough to know you were upset.

"Why would you keep it? Especially after I freaked out about it."

He shrugged, kicking at the floor. The push felt like nothing and he knew he deserved it.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "Because you love it, I guess. You never really left anything behind 'cept for that. I wanted to, I don't know, hang onto you when we couldn’t see each other."

As he spoke, his voice became quieter and quieter like he was afraid to say it.

You turned away from him and refolded your sweater. "You can't fold for your life, just so you know," you said, trying to hide your feelings in the joke.

He lightly chuckled.

As you slipped the sweater into your suitcase, he pulled you away from it. "Can we talk face-to-face? That's why I came here. I just, want to get what I have to say out. Then, I'll leave."

Scowling, you sat on your bed, arms folded. "Talk."

"I'm sorry," he said, watching for a reaction. You didn't give one, much to his disappointment. "For hurting you. For making you feel like I didn't care. For not showing you I cared. For, well, for everything. I'm sorry for being a complete and utter dick to you." You snorted at that. It was true, but a severe understatement.

"I hurt you, I know that, and I am so fucking sorry." The tears that had been threatening to spill for what felt like ages finally fell from his eyes. But he quickly wiped them away. "Y/N, you are the most important person in the world to me. I'd do anything if it meant making you happy. If it meant keeping you safe, I'd gladly let myself die. I’d gladly kill whoever hurt you."

You bit your lip, gaze downcast, unsure of how to respond. Your tears threaten you at knifepoint, wanting so badly to spill over, but you wouldn’t let them. You didn’t him to see how his words affected you.

He took your silence as a sign for him to continue. "And if it meant getting you back, or at least having the chance to, I'd get on my knees and I'd beg. I'd beg you to forgive me." A god begging. Who knew? "No. I am begging you. Y/N, please, please give me another chance."

"I'm still going--" You tried to say something.

He interjected. "I know. I can't stop you from leaving the country. This is for your cousin's wedding for fuck's sake. You should go. But please, please come back."

He watched you for the longest time, hoping for some sort of reaction.

You just stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

Silently, he pulled his keyring from his pocket. The keys jangling against each other as he pulled one of them off.

Technical Boy took one of your hands, his own shaking slightly. He placed the apartment key into your hand and closed it. His hands still cradled yours gently.

"I really am sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me."

His heart hung heavy. Pain, more forceful than anything he’d felt before, flooded through him. Rejection is a tough pill to swallow. Wiping away fallen tears, he sniffled and began to walk out of the room.

"Drive me to the airport," you said, still sitting.

He turned, lips parted in surprise.

You looked up, eyes meeting his, with a mix of sadness, love, and determination.

"Okay." He nodded.

Did you really want to do that to him? Force him to say goodbye? Make him drive you to the place that would take you away from him? Break his heart like that?

Technical Boy thought it was only fair. He broke you, now you break him, tit for tat.

•

The key burned in your pocket. It had made its mark on your hand, too. A part of you wanted him to keep it, so neither of you would ever really have to say goodbye. The fact that he was ready to say goodbye, that he was okay with it, hurt. But it felt nice. Knowing he cared but was okay with saying goodbye if it was what you wanted.

Sitting in the car, an older one without all the bells and whistles, felt strange.

You weren't used to it. When he "drove", it was usually in the limo, so the two of you were in the back, a windowless back with no way to know what time it was. But, now, you could look out the window and watch as the world rushed by.

If you were in the limo, Technical Boy could keep it driving until you missed your flight. You wouldn't know until you left the cold car.

Now, despite the memory of the chilly limo, you missed the thing. In it, you got the feeling you get when you’ve been in the shower for a while and forgot what time was, the distant feeling of knowing it’s later but no knowing how much later. You yearned for those feelings and the brightness of the limo. It was familiar and safe.

Technical Boy's eyes stayed trained on the road as he tapped his fingers nervously against the steering wheel. Maybe he wasn't really ready to say goodbye either.

"Why didn't you bring the limo?" You asked the question plaguing your mind.

The god glanced at you. He swallowed hard and shifted in his seat. "Didn't feel right being in there without you."

Your heart swelled at that.

He turned the blinker on and got into the far-right lane.

You nodded in response. It’s all you could do.

•

The airport was packed with people bustling about. Loud voices from the intercom sounded with static and told people what was going on.

Technical Boy felt uncomfortable. This was not his domain. The others, the planes, this was a part of them. He shouldn't be here without a good, godly purpose.

But there he stood, the most important person in the world to him about to leave him forever with no god connection in sight.

Noticing his hesitancy, you gently took his wrist and walked with him inside the building. You weren’t ready to say goodbye just yet.

He patiently waited as you got your boarding pass. The god watched you smile and nod.

Oh, how he adored that smile. His only wish was that you'd smile at him again. Because of him. Not a polite smile, but a real one. He yearned for it.

Walking over, you set your suitcase beside you. "Thanks for the ride," you said, not meeting his gaze.

He nodded. "Yeah. Of course." He swallowed hard, breath shuttering slightly. "I suppose this is where we part ways, then.”

"Our final goodbye."

You can’t take it anymore. Unable to stop yourself, you let yourself seek those beautiful blues. If this was to be the last time you’d see each other, then you might as well take it all in while you could.

The two of you stayed quiet, gazing into each other's eyes.

Finally, your will broke, and you step forward. "But this doesn't have to be. We- we don't have to."

His eyebrows scrunched up. "I thought--"

"I want to come back." You interrupted, the ‘to you’ laced in your meaning.

Quietly, as he did earlier, your hand drifted to your pocket and pulled out a key, the key to your apartment. Taking his hand, you placed it on his palm and closed it.

Neither of you said anything, but you both understood. With not a second to spare, the call came for your plane.

You began to walk away, taking your suitcase with you.

Breathing heavily, he called after you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. His wonder-filled eyes quietly told you everything he was thinking.

"I- I lo--" He couldn't seem to get the words out. No matter how badly he needed to say them, his lips wouldn’t form the syllables.

For the first time, you really felt it. You felt how much he loved you. It wasn't fake or a lie. It was real.

You cupped his cheek and beamed. "I know," you said, gently. "I do, too. Always have."

Pulling away, you walked to where you were going to board.

The god let a giant smile spread over his face. You cared about-- No, you loved him. Nothing in the world could take that away. Nothing could sour his mood at that moment.

His gaze fell to the key in his hand. Where, before, when he looked at it, there was this never-ending pain in his heart, now, an overwhelming joy took its place.

You loved him, too. That's all that mattered.

Even if there was rising anxiety over the plane and all the ways it could end up crashing. But, plane crashes had a one in 11 million chance of happening. Hopefully, you wouldn't be that one.

•

You shut the apartment door with your heel, pushing your suitcase in front of you. You missed your comfy home in the short time you were gone. And the warmth of the space made you sigh in content. But what made you smile was Technical Boy mopping the kitchen floor.

You had only been gone a week and a few days, and he had already made himself relatively comfortable and familiar.

"Planning on living here if I didn't come back?" You asked.

His head shot up, and his face erupts in a grin. "Y/N!"

He reminded you of a puppy greeting its owner after they were gone all day. It was cute, almost to the point of being criminal.

He checked his phone and scowled. "Shit." He looked back up. "I had planned on picking you up. I'm sorry."

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I got a taxi."

You sat your suitcase on the sofa and rolled your neck, trying to ease out the cramps and aches.

"How was the wedding?" He asked, setting the mop back in the bucket.

"It was a wedding." Looking around, you found your home practically deep cleaned. "What's all this about? It looks like Mr Clean came through with a vengeance and a taste for germs."

Technical Boy laughed, his dimples and diastema showing. The cute gap between his teeth was ever endearing and you always thought the sight was adorable paired with his dimples.

Rarely did you see him truly smile. Not a pained one or a sarcastic one, but a real smile. One that reminded you why you put up with him in the first place.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said, shrugging. "Oh! That reminds me." He took your hand and guided you to the fridge. "I was planning on ordering dinner before I went to go get you, but I can do that later." He tapped the freezer door with his knuckle. "Open it."

You looked between him and the freezer, not sure if you should trust him.

"Please?"

Succumbing to your curiosity, you acted as Pandora and opened the box.

He watched as your eyes lit up at the sight of your favourite dessert.

You looked at him, grinning. "Really?"

He nodded. "I figured, I got a long way to go before I'm totally back in your good graces, so why not bribe you a little? Besides, you know I'd do anything to make you happy. Even have dessert before dinner."

You took it out, your smile growing bigger at his thoughtfulness. The amount of love you felt in this moment could rival all that Venus herself possessed.

"Thank you," you said."Now I feel bad. All I got you was a ring."

"You got me something?" Disbelief rang in his voice.

Setting the dessert on the counter, you pulled out a wooden box and handed it to him. "I saw it at a shop and thought of you."

“Are you planning to propose? We’ve haven’t been together that long.”

His joke made you roll your eyes in playful annoyance. “Open it.”

Inside was a ring made of gold and copper etched with the typical tech aesthetic design. Examining it closer, Technical Boy looked inside of the band. It looked like tiny “wires” braided together with TB & Y/F/I Y/L/I engraved into the faux wirework

He gently rubbed the ring and smiled, his eyes twinkling with a new light they were missing when you left. "Something tells me this was a little more custom made than that.” He smirked, looking up at you coyly.

You just shrugged in response, not wanting him to know all the effort it took to get that specific design made.

"It's amazing, Y/N. Thank you." He slipped it onto his finger and rubbed it affectionately. "It's fucking perfect."

The two of you just smiled and gazed into each other's eyes. You now had the time to take in every part of each other. You couldn’t help but get lost in it.

•

The two of you spent the evening talking and eating. You talked about anything and everything, especially about boundaries and what you expected of each other in the future. Eventually, that conversation led to the most random of things. Like how often rabbits procreate and the plural form of ‘uterus’ (it's uteruses, by the way).You realized that once you actually talked with each other, with no walls up, the conversation felt natural and normal like you’d been doing it for years.

As time ticked on, Technical Boy checked his phone out of habit. "Fuck," he mumbled. "It's late. I should probably let you get some sleep."

"No."

He frowned, confused.

That wasn't supposed to be out loud but you didn't want him to go. Not just yet, not after you’d just been so open with each other. You’d never felt so known by him before. And it wasn’t something you were going to let go of anytime soon.

"I mean, why don't you stay over for the night? If you want to," you said, quickly recovering from the outburst.

He nodded. "Okay, yeah, I can take the sofa."

That’s not even close to what you wanted. "Why not just sleep with me in my bed? It's a lot more comfortable than the sofa."

A splash of pink grew over his usually fair cheeks. "Really? You're okay with that?"

You laughed. "I wouldn't have said you could if I wasn't."

He looked down, grinning before looking back up. "Okay, yeah, let's do that then. That sounds nice."

•

The muffled sounds of the bugs outside and the warmth of your room was an oddly relaxing mix. One that you wouldn’t normally think of as peaceful, but it did well to lull you into a tate of sleepiness.

Technical Boy shuffled and repositioned himself every once in a while, trying to get comfortable but to no avail.

Sighing, he looked sadly at you. "Y/N? Are you awake?" He whispered, not wanting to wake you if you weren’t awake already.

"You really like saying my name, don't you?" You mumbled not bothering to open your eyes.

He laughed softly. "It's a beautiful name."

He moved to his side and quietly watched. "I know this of gonna sound stupid," he said. " But, could we- could we maybe cuddle? I like being held. It helps me sleep."

Now that caught your attention. Opening your eyes, you turned your head to face him.

His loose hair framed his face making him look almost like an angel in the soft glow in the softt glow from the street light outside.

You opened your arms for him.

Without hesitation, he snuggled into your chest and breathed in your scent, hugging you tight.

You couldn't help but chuckle. One hand calmly played with his hair as the other was being held captive by the tech god snuggled up against you.

The god moved so he could listen to your heartbeat. The sound soothed him to no end, ot that he would admit it. Slowly, he started to drift to sleep with the rhythmic sound.

Before he did, he spoke softly. "I love you," he muttered. "More than all the technology and worship in the world."

You blink in disbelief but smile when his words register through your tired brain. "I love you, my angel," you said as quiet as you could, not wanting to disturb the peace.

He heard you still. Warmth flooded his chest and he smiled softly as he fell asleep, comforted knowing you're with him.

You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. The sound of his steady breathing and the warmth of his body in your arms soon had you drifting to sleep yourself.

#american gods #technical boy #fanfiction #american gods fanfiction #bruce langley #new gods #fluff #angst #arguements #apologies

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itsstrawberrymochi · 3 years

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[1 🦅] Henlo!! Could I get a KNY life event matchup? I’m a heterosexual, INFP gal. Favorite colors: maroon & turquoise. I’m the oldest sibling in my family, & was born on August 27 (Virgo)! I’m also a huge outdoor person — as an immigrant, learning about plants & wildlife was what developed my sense of heritage. Hobbies include birdwatching, gardening, scuba-diving, reading world myths, and watercolors/digital art. There is no one I cherish more in the world than my pet jindo dog, Jisoo, who

Helllllloooo here’s your match up ^^

Congratulations you are a:

Demon hunter!

Breathing style: Breath of the forest

Fun fact about the breathing style: This breathing style is a branch (get it 😏 ) off of the flower breathing style. The users of this breathing style are known to be calm, have a large amount of self-control, and are flexible. These users are also known for having the best control over their breathing since the breathing style is taught deep in the forest were it can be the air can be very dense

Are you a hasira?: No

Who is your tsuguko or mentor: Your mentor was Kanae Kocho

Lover: Inosuke Hashibira ( Status: dating)

Family: Obanai Iguro ( adoptive brother)

Who you are most close with/bsf: Mitsuri Kanroji

What people think of you: You know how to appreciate the little things

Description for your nichirin sword: The blade of the sword is a light green, the hilt is in the shape of a leaf, and the handle is a hunter green

Description of your haori: You were a regular styled haori with this pattern;

Design done by: Freevector

A good character trait: You have a high amount of stamina

Headcanons

Inosuke loves to take you hiking for dates and since he grew up in the mountains he knows all the best spots. Since he knows the mountains and you’re use to forest the (since you trained there) you guys never get lost, you guys use to go bird-watching but whenever one got close he always shouted which scared it away so Inosuke is kinda banned from watching them with you

Even though you’re not his family by blood Obanai can still be very protective of you, he is very much aware that you can be a bit sensitive and you have problems controlling your emotions so don’t be suprise that the person who bullied you is currently pinned down by Obanai and shouting an apology to you

Since you love animals your have an attachment to his snake, he really appreciates that you don’t find the snake weird but he can’t give him to you all the time so he got you your favorite animal as a gift, that way you won’t be lonely when he goes on missions and you don’t have to steal Kaburamaru from him all the time

#anime #knylifeevent #mochis100followersevent

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beecherdrysdale · 3 years

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Hi bbs, we are back for another part of greece:) also if Quinner and Jamie could come real quick, I need cuddlessss

Brigid I’ve been having constant baby fever after our convos so thank you :) like I just want all of that to happen lol.

Kesh- thank you for your your responses I don’t have much to add, but I loved all of it ! Also yes a red sundress would look gorgeous on you:).

Adding onto some thoughts:

- yes yes yes to the new chains. That photo of Quinner shirtless is on my mind constantly and this will be the look in Greece lol, and now we know that he does have a chain that he wears. It’s a silver chain for me, wbu?.

- beanie stealing will ofc happen. Like softest look ever esp with Jamie.

Now adding onto more thoughts hehe:

-yes to all of these soft moments. Like freckle tracing is just so cuteeeee. and ofc play w his hair cuz it is amazing. I ofc am honorary photo taker of Brigids cute moments with Jamie so lots of photos will be provided.

-hmmmm what if I want too..... like Jamie is down to makeout anywhere lol.

- hehe I’m still laughing, Jamie paying cozzy to sit with you. Hehe cozzy and devon are just vv chill and no action will be happening with them. Just a very quiet flight for those two. Kesh and Kirby are just not available to deal with us yet lol.

- hehe yes dyl better buy you food after the flight bc he’s heavyyyyyy. like I said before Jamie just gives ofc the biggest makeout vibes so ofc you gotta do it on the plane. hehe you gotta make sure that dyl, me, Quinner and Ryan are all occupied so we don’t see that. If dyl does see he’d be like no no no I can’t handle this right now. ‘Ummm Brigid maybe we shouldn’t bother bowen’ so Jamie keeps you calm. Which I love bc it’s so cute how you two help each other.

-hehe why do I see Peyton accidentally hitting dyl in the head while trying to give you a snack and we all quietly laugh bc Dylan’s still passed out and that it was a pretty hard throw.

-hehe yes. Like how is that possible to drink that much coffee and still sleep. Like he passes out 5 mins after take off. Okkk can I just say that I love rope bracelets so Quinner wearing one is just necessary. awww Brigid this made me melt, him pretending to sleep bc he’s enjoying it sm 🥺. hehe yes Quinner saved you with this one brigid bc I fidget a lottttt. ‘Lexi I swear if you kick my chair one more time’ ‘sorry brigid I’ll do something’ and I’m like what does that mean?.

I think we all want to see me slap Ryan awake. And he’s wake up so startled hehe. Yessss clear hair, pretty hair = happy life lol.

First night in Greece:

- I see you brigid, going after but we both know you two are loudddddd hehe. Ok so I see Ryan starting the tag and him tagging Braden and then Braden tags me and we all just start running around. All of us are looking for you and Jamie but we notice that we can’t find you until we notice Jamie’s shirt on the floor. So we all just run away ‘here we go again guys’ ‘hey Peyton I dare you to walk in’ absolutely not does it look like I wanna see that’ ‘guys let’s just give them so privacy’.

- aw a slumber party would just be so fun. ‘I’m sorry what’s the point of hydrating your face lexi?’ ‘ what does that even mean. Wait I’m sorry do you not use moisturizer Ryan?’ all of us just watching movies and bonding. Also pillow fightttttt! It would become very intense.

- ok we must have a girls day in Greece. and yes we have moneyyyyyyy. ‘Wait has anybody seen Brigid?’ ‘Hmm no I haven’t’ and they all just start looking for us and we come back and are like seriously you guys?.

-everybody looks so hot in water so moments will be happening. ya Ryan try us.

Next day:

- Brigid I’m with you here I’m like constantly hungry lol. So we’d just eat a mountain of food. Ooo yess we need some energy after our eventful nights😏.

- ok cliff diving is so fun. hehe Jamie looking terrified but you just grab him and jump. the hype up would involve a lot of slapping imao. haha ok if you’re not marco the entire time. I think I’ll go w dyl bc I wanna bond with him lol. The boys need your help bc swimming is hard. And then Jamie can piggy back you out of the water. And cuddle with you on the beach.

- awww I love this, holding hands while scuba diving. hehe yes I wow you all with my not forgotten guitar skills. ‘Please dyl can I try’ ‘no I’m scared you’re gonna drop my guitar in the water’ ‘I promise I won’t’. Lol this was random. actually a song i know how to play on guitar is Our last summer from mamma mia so we can all sing that :). I love cuddling our bbs on the boat.

- awww I love Jamie finding your wallpaper and him asking that in the most soft voice ever 🥺. And ofc some kisses will be exchanged. vv cute moment all together.

- we’d have the most chaotic moments at night while we are tipsy lol. Like some would try to race up the stairs and fall. Some dare each other to jump over stuff.

-so after dinner we just encounter a live band and see some people dancing and it’s pretty out with lights everywhere. ‘Hey bb wanna dance with me?’ And ofc you agree so you two take off to dance. Aww you tucking you me face into his chest🥺 and he just tightens his grip on your waist. Kesh and Kirby are #couplegoals they are the best dancers out there. hehe ofc Quinner is slow, but then he realizes that he wants to dance like that as well so he asks me to dance and we have a cute dance as well.

Next dayyy:

Hehe yes me and Ryan falling I feel like would be vv funny. It’s just all very sudden. imao you’re a hockey player it’s in your job description.

The chirps that would be happening ‘ hey brigid seems like you had an eventful night and he looks at your small hickey’ ‘ I saw a girl come out of your room this morning Cole. What are you doing trying to go through every girl in Mykonos by the time we leave’

‘I think by the time we leave there won’t be any more girls left.’ -Lexi.

Haha I would (no offence) totally abandon you to go play tennis with a pro. aww thank you for taking the photos. Lol everybody would just be confused on where I went for the afternoon.

Next day: I honestly think that for our final days of Greece we should just all be on the beach lol bc that is mostly what you can do there. Like all of us just bonding, playing volleyball, riding on jet skis, tanning, getting tipsy lol.

So now it’s travel day so we all head to the airport, chaotic as usual. And we are ready to board our flight to the beautiful ITALY 🇮🇹.

Get ready.

Sorry if this was kinda bad.

Enjoyyyyy

‘uhehe ok i’m finally responding, welcome to the last part of greece:) once again a longgggg post

okkk so before we start discussing the trip a couple random things:

yesss ik this was from a couple days ago when lexi and i both really needed cuddles but i’m always down for jamie cuddles, so quinner and jamie better come cuddle us real quick (also kirby better come for kesh)

haha sameeee i’m having such bb fever, i just want a bb jamie🥺

yes kesh ty for your responses i love them :) also you would look so cute in a red sundress

okkk adding on to random thoughts:

yesssss to chains, like that’s so hot. i love the quinner pic with the chain that we found lol. haha same silver chains>>>gold chains

awwww yes i love beanie stealing, it just seems so soft to me that you want to wear their clothes bc it reminds you of them🥺 and also bc it’s comfy lol

adding on to more thoughts lol:

awww yes freckle tracing is so soft, i love it🥰 and i just want to play with his hair, which is somehow amazing even tho he probably uses a 3-in-1. tyyy lexi for being our photo taker lol, i need you to send me the pics so i can put them as my wallpaper

lmaooo why do you feel the need to drag me and jamie into our discussion about you and quinner? it’s ok tho, this is true jamie and i are down to make out anywhere lol. we’ll find somewhere semi-private tho lol bc it’s kind of weird if you’re just making out in the middle of the airport

lmaooo i love that jamie’s literally paying $50 just to sit with me, like that’s kind of a lot of money lol. but then devon and cozzy are just chilling on the flight and just sleeping for most of it so their row is vv quiet. and kesh and kirby are just not at all ready to deal with our chaos this early in the morning lol

yes dylan you better buy me food, i’m hungry af and you’re heavy so i deserve it. hehe yes jamie and i have a little makeout sesh while dyl is asleep bc we know dyl would freak out if he saw lmao. but at this point idc if you and ryan see bc you’ll find a way to chirp us no matter what lmao. ‘ummm brigid let’s let bo sleep’ so he has to grab my hand or put his hand on my leg to stop my fidgeting🥺

lmaoooo dyl getting hit in the head with one of the snacks that was meant for me bc apparently peyton can’t aim. but somehow dyl doesn’t wake up lol

okkk yes quinner is somehow asleep 5 minutes after the plane takes off so lexi starts playing with his hair and his rope bracelet. and then quinner pretends he’s still asleep bc it feels good🥺 but thankfully he wakes up to stop you from fidgeting bc or else i’d end up punching you lmao

hehe yes ryan might get annoyed by you slapping him but it’s fine. and we’ll all be living our best life in greece lol

first nightttttt:

lmao noooo jamie and i are not that loud. hehe yep you guys just start a game of tag and just start sprinting around the hotel. hehe you come to my and jamie’s room looking to tag one of us and then you see jamie’s shirt on the floor and it’s just ‘hey peyton i dare you to go in and tag one of them’ ‘absolutely fucking not i don’t want to say that’ and then kesh is like ‘all right, let’s just give them privacy’ lmaooo

yessss a slumber party!! ‘what’s hydrating your face? like what does that even mean?’ ‘ummm do you not use moisturizer ryan? how is your face not completely dry?’ hehe yes we would watch a bunch of movies and stuff, but then we would have an epic pillow fight and i would be beating everyone up lmao

hehe yessss girls day in greece! and we have money so we can buy whatever we want

lmaoooo everyone looking for jamie and i and peyton finds us ‘ahhhh my eyes!!’ ‘seriously guys? again?’ hehe we would all be having hot water moments tho

next day:

haha we eat like the entire breakfast buffet at the hotel bc there are so many of us and everyone else at the restaurant is just like where’d the food go? hehe we need it for sustenance tho to make up for all the calories we burned😏

hehe yeah cliff diving is so fun, i have to pull jamie in with me before he backs out bc he’s scared lol. lmaoooo you and ryan and quinner have the best hype up before you jump. and then once everyone’s in we’re playing marco polo and i’m just destroying bc im good at swimming lol. haha then we have to send you and dyl to find the way back up while i help the boys swim lol. awww yes i love jamie piggybacking me out of the water and then cuddling with me on the beach🥰

awwww yes hand holding while scuba diving is the cutest. and then while we’re on the boat you can resuscitate your guitar skills for us ‘pleaseeee dyl i want to try’ ‘no you’re gonna drop it in’ ‘nooo i promise i won’t, just let me try please?’ so then he does and you wow us with your skills and we all sing along. and we’re just cuddling our bbs on the boat🥺

yesssss omg jamie just going to do something on my phone and then he sees i change my wallpaper and in the softest voice ‘i’m your wallpaper?’🥺🥰 and i’m like ‘yeah is that ok?’ and he’s just like ‘ofc’ and then soft kisses

lmaoooo yes we’re the most chaotic people ever when we’re tipsy. lol we’re all racing each other and daring each other to do stuff

awwww yes we see a live band so jamie asks me to dance ‘hey bb, come dance with me?’ in the softest voice, and ofc i say yes and i tuck my face in his chest while we dance🥺 and he just pulls me closer. and then kirby and kesh are somehow just amazing at dancing and perfectly in sync bc they’re like the perfect couple sooo. and quinner is just a bit slow on the uptake, but then he eventually asks you to dance and then you guys just have a cute slow dance and you’re playing with the little baby hairs at the back of his head if you know what i’m talking about

next dayyyyyyy:

lmaooo you and ryan falling down the stairs would be so funny, like one minute you’re walking and the next you’re just tumbling down the stairs. ‘you’re a hockey player it’s in your job description’ love that lol

lol the chirps that are happening ‘hey brigid and jamie looks like you had an eventful night’ ‘shut uppp cole, i saw another girl coming out of your room this morning? what, are you trying to get through every girl in mykonos before we leave?’ lexi: ‘i think by the time we leave there aren’t gonna be any girls left’

hehe yes lexi dips to go play tennis with the pros, but kesh and i come find you and we take photos for you

rest of the days:

we’re on the beach alllll the time, doing whatever, like volleyball, jet skis, tanning, just swimming, etc. and ofc getting tipsy

hehe our travel day is soooo chaotic again, but we somehow get our flight on time to go to italy

overall, i love all of this, it was amazing

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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firelord-frowny · 3 years

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Anyway, I think I’m overdue for complaining about how I’ve had to live my whole life in the exclusive company of people who are not interested in anything i’m interested in, in a place where nothing interests meeeee.

i literally ALWAYS wanted to just... be a naturalist of some sort. Climb mountains! Scuba dive! Explore caves! Hike the Appalachian trail! Go camping in the middle of nowhere! Live on a homestead someday! Learn to hunt! Learn to grow my own food! Learn to gather food from The Wild!!

But when I was a wee child, no adults in my life wanted to do any of that kind of stuff with me. And like... obviously a 10 year old cannot go camping by theirself. Obviously a 15 year old can’t just go off and climb a mountain without an adult teaching them how.

So I just... never had the opportunity to pursue any of it. :(

And now as an adult, sure, I COULD just hop up and join some outdoor enthusiast clubs or something. I could go to meetups and whatnot. I could even just... go do the shit I wanna do by myself (but i WOULDN’T do that because uhhh doing wilderness stuff alone is dangerous lmao almost literally everyone who’s ever been attacked by a large predator was alone when it happened).

But I don’t feel like I have the confidence to actually do it. :( I feel scared and unsure. And i just really really really really wish I had gotten to include that stuff in my life from a younger age so it could have become part of my identity instead of just a ~fantasy~. :(

#like lmao if i hadn't begun performing and auditioning and working as a musician from the age of 14 #i am SURE i wouldn't be cut out for being a professional musician now #i'd be too unsure of myself

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mychemicalimagines · 4 years

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Happens Like That-Jim Halpert-Chapter 6

Summary: Jim Halpert and Melissa Ford have been best friends since he started at Dunder Mifflin in 1999. Now that a camera crew is following the employees around so they can film a documentary, do they finally tell each other their feelings? Or do they just let them go? Either way, what will become of these two best friends?

Warnings: Cussing and Smut in later chapters.

Words: 2721

Tag List: @you-a-southpaw-doll @elskinner45 @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @goddessathenaofwar @simonsbluee @oopsiedoopsie23 @thinemineours

A/N: Here you go guys!! I hope you like it!!

Mel’s POV: (Flashback)

I look up from my book as Jim walks outta the ocean, the water rolling down his chest. He grins and wipes some of the wet sand from his face. I giggle to myself. He’d just faceplacted in the water after stepping in a small hole on the water’s edge as the water washed away, going out with the tide. I set my book down as he gets closer.

“You ok, babe?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yea...that sand was slipperier than I was expecting.”

I laugh. “It’s sand...that goes with the water...what else did you expect?”

He laughs. “Hush. You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend,”

I giggle and blush, nodding. “You’re right. I am lucky. I still can’t believe it. I came to Hawaii, single and ready to mingle. Now, I’m the luckiest girl ever. All ‘cause you asked me out with a turtle and an ice cream cone.”

He grins. “I’m the lucky one, sweetheart.”

He leans over and kisses my cheek, making me blush even more than I already was, which just has him chuckling and wrapping his arms around me. I snuggle up to him, forgetting about my book as I look out at the sunsetting on the ocean and think back to how Jim finally asked me to be his girlfriend three days ago.

It was our second afternoon in Hawaii. We’d just gotten back to shore after a scuba diving trip in one of the coves. While we were walking to the fancy hotel we’d been put up in for this trip, my tummy growled, and Jim made the decision to take us on a detour to get food. I wasn’t about to complain. Food is good.

We stopped at a little seafood shack, one we’d found the day before and fell in love with. Since we’d already hung out so much prior to this trip, Jim already knew what I loved to eat and what I couldn’t stand. He ordered our food while I looked around in my bag for my sunglasses. When he came back to me a few minutes later, food in hand, I had my sunglasses on my face.

We ate as we walked along the beach. By the time we’d finished eating, Jim spotted this boat about to head out. He noticed it because there was a giant “Free Ice Cream” banner hanging on the side of it. We hurried over to it; both Jim and I love ice cream, and it being free made it ten times better. It was after we got onboard that we saw it was the kind with the glass bottom in the middle of it so tourists could see into the water.

Jim got us some ice cream cones and I sat down on one of the benches, looking through the glass and see some of the marine life move about below the boat. Within a few minutes, the local captain had the boat leaving the dock, and we were heading out for a tour of the island from the water. I watched the fish swim below, and squealed excitedly when I saw a giant sea turtle swim by.

Jim looked and he chuckled, knowing how happy turtles made me. I was so enthralled with the turtle that I nearly forgot about my ice cream cone till he gently reminded me it was there by wiping some of the melted cream off my hand. I giggled and thanked him and went back to watching the turtle swimming, absentmindedly finishing my ice cream too.

It didn’t take long before the turtle swam outta sight. I got sad since I wanted to keep watching the turtle. Jim gently ushered me to the bow of the boat, and pointed into the water. I looked down and squealed happily again when I saw that same turtle. I felt Jim’s hand on my lower back and smiled as I watched the turtle just swimming, peacefully.

I was so into watching the turtle that it took me a few minutes to realize Jim was talking to me. I looked up at him.

“Sorry. What?” I asked.

He chuckled softly and smiled at me. “I was saying you look so happy and beautiful, watching that lone turtle.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

I looked back down at the water. He took a deep, somewhat shaky breath and whispered my name. I looked up at him, and could tell he was nervous about something. What it was, I didn’t know. He gently took both my hands in his, and smiled.

“Mel. You know I like you, and I’m fairly sure you like me too. Since the moment I met you at work, I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to do this, and if I should even do it. This trip...that turtle...it’s made me realize that I should. I…” He took another deep breath and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. “Will...will you be my girlfriend, Mel?”

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes watered. I could tell he got a little more nervous the longer it took me to answer. I couldn’t find my voice to answer him, so I pulled my hands from his in order to wrap my arms ‘round his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He hesitated for a brief second before his arms made their way around my waist and held me close as he kissed me back.

After a long moment, I pulled from the kiss to take a deep breath in. I cupped his cheeks and smiled.

“James Halpert. Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” I whispered.

He smiled wider than the Mississippi River after a major flood and whispered. “Yeah?”

I grinned and nodded. “Yeah.”

He kissed me again, smiling against my lips. I giggled into the kiss. He pulled back first and just held me close. After a few minutes, we turned to look out at the water. He kept his right arm around my waist as I laid my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that as the boat continued along its path and the sun slowly set over the island’s mountains to the left of us.

Mel’s POV: (Two Weeks Later)

For the last two weeks, Jim and I have been hiding our relationship from the rest of the staff. Mainly because we didn’t want any interference. We know that Michael would do something to embarrass us or even announce our relationship to the whole company. We wanted to tell everyone on our own terms, which so far no one but our families know.

Since we were best friends ever since he started the company, no one ever questioned when we left together or rode in the same car. Tonight is the companies Dundie Awards.

Well it’s more like Michael’s Dundie Awards. Every year he puts together an award ceremony to talk about us to our faces, it seems.

Every year I receive the same award: “Employee Everyone wants to Screw” Award. Needless to say, I don’t really look forward to this event. I step out of Jim’s car when we get to Chili’s. I look over at him, as I walk around the front of the car to him.

“Do we have to go in? We can stay we stopped by, but it was too full?” I whine slightly.

He chuckles. “I still haven’t went grocery shopping, and there’s no food at my house. So we have to stay. Plus, we get to see Michael make an ass out of himself like we do every year.”

I think to myself for a minute. “Deal.”

I look around the parking lot and see no one we work with. I lean up and press my lips to his in a soft kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. We pull away after a second and smile. He winks at me and smiles a little more.

“Let’s go inside, baby.”

I nod at his words. He puts his hand on my lower back as we walk toward the building. We instantly know where to go by the music that is playing and Michael on some kind of microphone.

“You down with the Dundies? You down with the Dundie-”

Michael tries to sing into the mic when the music is cut off. He looks around and then at Dwight.

“The waitress tripped over the cord.” Dwight bends down to plug it back in.

Jim and I walk over to our seats which are next to, Ryan, Pam and Roy. I take off my jacket and lays it across my lap.

“So we are here, thank you all for coming to the 2005 Dundie awards.” Michael says, taking off his sweater to reveal a tuxedo.

I roll my eyes and looks at Jim. He glances at me and shrugs before turning back to Michael.

“I am your host, Michael Scott. And I just want to tell you please, please, do not drink and drive. Because you may hit a bump and spill the drink.”

Before Michael can say anymore, we all hear Kevin say to the waitress. “Just put these on the group tab.”

“Nope, actually this year, uhh, no group tab. We’re going to be doing separate checks.” Michael says into the mic.

Stanley starts a little fight with Michael and I look at Jim.

“I didn’t bring my debit card. Just my ID..”

“Don’t worry, Mel. I got your check.” He smiles and pats his pocket where his wallet is.

“No Jim. It’s fine-”

“No, Mel.” He leans over and whispers. “Date night. I’ll pay.”

I giggle quietly. “Alright if you say so. But I’m not drinking.”

“Deal.” He smirks

We hear Roy lean over and whisper to Pam. “Hey. Let’s go to Poor Richard’s.”

Pam just nods and stands up grabbing her jacket. Michael looks up.

“Guys, where you going? Pam, show’s just started.” Michael says.

“Sorry.” Roy takes her hand and they walk out of Chili’s.

I sigh and looks at Jim. “Great. Now my best friend left.”

Jim glances at me and smiles. I stopped calling him my best friend when he’s around since he is now my boyfriend. Ryan looks at Jim.

“You guys staying?”

“Yeah, gotta eat somewhere.” Jim smiles.

Michael raises one of the Dundie awards. “And now…To someone who quietly goes about their job, but always seems to land the biggest accounts...the ‘Busiest Beaver’ award goes to Phyllis Lapin!”

Everyone starts clapping and Phyllis gets out of her booth. She walks up toward Michael but making sure to high five Jim and I on the way. Every year she stops and high fives us since we do the same to her. I giggle when she walks to the ‘stage area.’

“Yeah! Way to go Phyllis! Nice work, per usual.” Michael says.

“This say ‘Bushiest Beaver.’” She says looking at the award.

My eyes widen and I look right at Michael.

“What! I told them Busiest! Idiots.” Michael tries to say.

“It-It’s fine” Phyllis says, turning around and walking past us again.

She squeezes my shoulder and goes to her booth.

“Well, we’ll fix that up! You don’t have to display that one.” Michael says, trying to make up for it.

An hour goes by and I receive my plate of food. I got their Fettuccine Alfredo and right before I dig in, Michael starts talking into the mic.

“This next award goes to someone who is really good at sports. We had our first Basketball game and this person won the whole game for us. Even though they almost broke their nose! The ‘Best Basketball Player’ award goes to...Melissa Ford.”

I look up as every starts cheering and clapping. I made it so no one in the office had to work that Saturday. I stand up and run over to Phyllis. I give her a quick high five before walking up to Michael. I take the award, but he holds my arm for a second before waving to Jim to come onto the stage. Jim puts down one of his Soft Shell Crab Legs and walks up to us.

Michael leans over to him and whispers. “You have to give this next award. Last year she hit me.”

Jim looks confused but nods. Michael points to the cue cards Ryan is holding.

Jim starts reading. “This next award goes to somebody who really lights up the office. Someone, who I think a lot of us, cannot keep from checking out.” He pauses then glances at Michael. “The ‘Employee Everyone Wants to Screw’ award also goes to Melissa!” I start laughing as Jim shakes his head and continues to read. “This is the 7th time Melissa has won this award. Meaning she’s won it every year since she started.”

I take the award as Michael starts singing. “Hidy ho, you sexy thang. You sexy thang you!”

I snap my head to him then he stops singing. I walk back down to my seat. Jim follows me down and sits down.

“That was not weird or anything,” Jim whispers.

I giggle and put my awards on the table and start to eat. As we eat our food, Michael continues to give out awards. Angela got the ‘Tight Ass’ award for being everyone’s favorite stickler and for having a great ‘caboose’. The new girl Kelly got the ‘Spicy Curry’ awards, which none of us knows what that means.

Ryan won the ‘Hottest Temp’ award, because apparently, besides me, he’s the hottest in the office. Kevin got the ‘Don’t Go in There After Me’ award for always stinking up the bathroom. That was going to be the last award because some drunk customers in the area next to ours were trying to get Michael to stop.

This is usually Michael’s favorite party we have so I decided to make him happy.

“Yay Kevin! Woooo for Kevin, for stinking up the bathroom!” I start clapping to cheer up Michael.

Jim catches on to what I’m doing and starts clapping. “Yeah! Alright Kev!”

More people start clapping and Michael smiles a little.

“More Awards! Not everyone got one!” I shout to Michael.

“Yeah! I haven’t gotten one either! Keep going!”

“More Dundies!” I start chanting.

Jim and I start clapping and chanting. “Dundies! Dundies! Dundies!”

Everyone starts chanting along with us and Michael smiles widely, getting his Dundies Spirit back.

“Alright, alright!” He laughs, “We’ll keep rolling. This is the ‘Fine Work’ award. This goes to Stanley for all the fine work he did this year.”

Stanley goes up and gets his award. I cheer a little.

“Go Stan! Yeah man! Good job!” I giggle slightly as Stanley smiles a little at me.

“Now, Pam left but the award she would have one would have been the ‘Whitest Sneakers.’ She usually would have one the ‘Longest Engagement’ award but they are actually getting married next week.” I cheer for Pam even though she isn’t there.

The night comes to a close when Michael holds up the last Dundie.

“This award goes to the prankiest employee we have. It’s the ‘Jim Halpert’ award. It of course goes to Jim Halpert because there is only one of him and we can never get enough of those pranks.”

I start laughing as Jim stands up. He walks up to Michael taking the award.

“Thanks Michael. Umm...this isn’t going to be an every year award is it?” Jim asks quietly.

“Probably not. I just didn’t know what to give you,” Michael answers.

Jim nods and walks back down to me. He sits down.

“So we got to see Ping. We learned of Michael’s true feelings for Ryan. Very touching. Um.. We heard Michael change the lyrics to a number of classic songs. Which for me ruined them all for life.” Jim says listing everything that’s happened tonight.

“I won two awards.” I giggle. “Which has never happened.”

“You deserve all the awards.” Jim says, looking into my eyes.

“Wait...Even the ‘Don’t Go in After Me’ award?” I tease.

“Well that one night after pizza last week, yeah you deserve it.” He says, with a semi-straight face.

“James!” I shout.

He starts laughing and clapping his hands. He then grabs his coat, running out of the Chili’s. I chase after him laughing. This has been a wonderful evening. Successful Dundies this year.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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800 questions part 9

401) Do you know any self-defense or martial arts? No.

402) Who’s your favorite movie action hero? Iron Man, Spiderman, Star Lord, and Ant-Man.

403) Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? I’ve ridden on the back before when I was a kid with my dad.

404) Do you collect anything? Giraffe stuffed animals and knickknacks, keychains, graphic tees.

405) Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? I wear what I like, I don’t care about if it’s in fashion or not.

406) Do you stick to conventional fashions or like to try and be original? I just wear whatever it is that I find to be attractive or comfortable. <<<

407) Have you ever given someone a handmade present? Yeah, when I was a kid.

408) Are you introvert or extrovert? I’m very much an introvert.

409) If you could have any feature from an animal what would you want? Uhh I’m good.

410) What’s your preferred swimming stroke? I don’t swim. 411) Have you ever been scuba diving? Nooo. Just the idea of it sounds terrifying to me.

412) Have you ever had a disastrous interview? No, thankfully. I’ve never had an interview, period.

413) What makes you nervous? Lots of things are capable of turning me into a nervous Nellie. <<< Saaame.

414) Which of the 5 senses would you say is your strongest? Uhhh. Hearing and smell.

415) What color are your eyes? Brown.

416) Have you ever been to an Art gallery? Yeah, several times.

417) Do you shout out the answers at the TV whilst watching quiz shows? Yeah.

418) Are you a valuable asset on a Pub Quiz team? No. 419) Have you ever won any kind of quiz yourself? Only while playing board games.

420) Do you get over-involved with TV or movie plots at times? You could say that. I get really invested in some TV shows and movies and their characters.

421) Do you own any inflatable furniture? No.

422) What’s the highest hill or mountain you’ve ever climbed? Never climbed a hill or mountain.

423) Do you have a piggy bank? No.

424) What’s the fastest you’ve ever traveled in a car? Maybe 80 something mph.

425) Could you ever hand milk a cow? I don’t think so.

426) Do you have popcorn with a movie? When I go to the theater, yes. It’s a must.

427) What’s the furthest you’ve ever got a paper airplane to fly? Not far at all, they just nosedived.

428) Have you ever built an igloo? No.

429) Can you play the harmonica? No.

430) Have you ever made a ball of twine or rubber bands? No.

431) If given the option of having a flake in your ice cream do you always take it? A flake?

432) Could you ever be a living organ donor? I don’t know if I could, health wise.

433) Which was your favorite science? Biology, Physics or Chemistry? None.

434) Could you ever go out with someone just cause they’re rich? Absolutely not.

435) Have you ever contemplated suing someone? No.

436) Are you pretty devious? Not at all.

437) Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) No, but I’ve thrown one before.

438) Are you any good at giving massages? Probably not. I’ve never given one.

439) What’s been your worst date ever? I’ve never been on a bad date, really, <-- Me either. <<< Same.

440) Have you ever slapped someone in public? No, I’ve never slapped anyone anywhere before.

441) Have you ever drawn on a sleeping or inebriated person? Sleeping, yes. My cousins and I did that sometimes as kids during sleepovers.

442) Have you ever warn clothing with the labels/tags still attached? No.

443) Have you ever slipped on a banana skin? No. I’ve never seen or even heard of someone doing that apart from in like old cartoons. Banana peels aren’t typically laying around and if there was one, I don’t think it’d be slippery.

444) Are you scared of the dark? I sleep with the TV on for light and sound, so. Certain situations, yes.

445) Do you have a lawyer? No. I’ve never needed one.

446) Have you ever been wolf whistled in public? No.

447) What’s the worst chat up line you’ve heard? They’re all corny. 448) Have you ever been water skiing? No.

449) Have you ever hopelessly failed a test? Math tests.

450) If you had a year off, what would you want to do? I’ve had a few years “off” these past few years and I haven’t done shit. I’ve been dealing with health stuff and really struggling.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #800 questions survey #401-450

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izayoichan · 4 years

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Rylan sits on his brother's bed with a sleeping Hayden and Vy by his side, just watching movies, Chris at work, while Hayle took some time to clean the kitchen after their adventure into learning to make Sushi, which he was quite happy he wasn’t on the cleaning end off, but they were getting better at it.

“You know, I envy you two sometimes.”

He smiles to himself, focusing back on the movie, a hand resting gently on his brother to keep an eye on any changes. River sits in his room turning off the MP3 player. He just went through a good hour of Rylan telling him all they could do when he came back. Laying back he thinks of the beach in Sulani. Of their first date and how he wanted to go back there with him. His mind drifting to sleep with the sound of Rylan's "I love you." Once again, he seeks him out, just wanting to touch him, even if only in his dreams, seeking that energy he knows so well, that soul he loves so much. Mind open and honest, sad and tattered.

“Rylan?”

Rylan looks around as the room flickers, quickly lying down right next to his brother, incase this is what he thinks it might be, as the room slowly vanishes and he finds himself with his feet in the sand, the smell of sea and home hitting him, familiar smells, and then, a familiar voice made him look around for its owner.

“River!”

As he spots him he runs towards him, pretty much throwing himself into his arms, just hugging him tight much to his own annoyance he can feel how tears are already making their presence known, it had just been three hard and scary and horrible months of his brother's heart stopping several times, he had stopped breathing, and in general, is had been shit. River hugs Rylan, wrapping his arms tight around him, feeling the tears and sobs that wreck through Rylan's body, holding him tight and close

“Hey princess...”

He pulls back, looking him over, brushing the tears off his cheeks.

“What's wrong?” “Hayden's just been sick... a lot... “

He focuses, not wanting another panic attack, and not thinking that this is something he needs to spend his time here talking about and with that decides not to tell him just how sick Hayden is. He is also sure that River has enough on his plate, and that he doesn’t need more.

“It doesn't matter right now though, this is what matters right now.”

He smiles, although it is a very tired smile, it is an honest one and an actual happy one.

“Sulani huh, not been here since... well you really”

He looks around taking in the feeling of home, the smell was right, the sand was right, it was like he was there, home. River brushes his cheek, just looking at him, before kissing him gently.

“You said you wanted to come swim with me on the tape, and it reminded me of our first date. How happy you were for returning there. Are you somewhere safe? Can we dream together?

Rylan almost said that he was just watching the two sleepy ones, but figuring that would just lead to more questions, and he would rather just keep this nice, comfortable, and about the two off them.

“I have really missed the ocean, so this, this is perfect! And yes, I am somewhere safe, we can stay here.”

He finds himself pulled into a kiss by River, forgetting so easily all the things he would normally worry about, River nodding at him happy this is a dream, one he has full control over, so he can appear like Rylan remembered him, not the skinny tortured shell of his former self

“Let's go, little mermaid. It's warm and good.”

He holds a hand out for Rylan with a big smile, Rylan taking it, his smile more than matching River’s a glimmer in his eyes that comes from both being there with River as well as the fact that he was home. Rylan pulling him towards the water, wanting to swim and if he can, he wants to show River somewhere special

“How does this work... can you pull memories of places from my mind?” “I think so. Mine too!”

He laughs, diving into the water, swimming after Rylan, splashing water on him when he catches up to him, smiling and winking at him.

“Our minds. It's like our own minds have the information at our disposal and I just use it.”

He shrugs, not entirely sure how it works yet, all he knows is that he loves being able to do this, to be with him, if only in his dreams. Rylan nods. winking at River, dragging him with on their swim, before stopping looking at him again.

“Can you breathe underwater, or?”

He tilts his head slightly, wanting to show River somewhere he has wanted to show him, and this seems a good a time as any in his mind.

“Yes. I can. It isn't really water. Only if I hold my breath. Why?”

Swimming closer, he pulls Rylan close kissing him, admiring that skin he remembered being in awe over when he first saw it.

“You planning to dunk me, little mermaid?” “No, but then you don't need scuba gear!

He chuckles and kisses him back, then pulls him under with him deep down into the sea until a small hole opens up in the mountain head, leading River through the narrow opening, swimming until they breach the surface in a huge cave, lit by Crystals, the same type that Chris had given a smaller version of to Hayle that Christmas they had together. Rylan pulling him up to the beach that is in there.

“It's a little family secret this place.” “Wow! This is amazing!”

He follows Rylan just standing on the beach, looking around then looking up at the crystals. He was certain these were Rylan's memories, so he is using them too. Yet he pushes his worry back, smiling at Rylan.

“So, this is what you wanted to show me in the message.”

He places his arm over Rylan's shoulders, Rylan just nodding, pulling him with him until they are in the middle of the beach.

“Now watch this, or well, listen I guess”

Rylan chuckles as he starts to sing a song his dad taught them both, a merman’s song, and as he sings the crystals around them start to light up. River looking at him dumbfounded, more entranced by his beautiful song than the shine off the crystals.

“I thought you said you couldn't sing!”

River smiles, as he listened to Rylan sing, it was the most beautiful voice and song he ever heard, and he didn't want to lose one second of it.

“I still want to show you this for real one day... but for now, you can at least know what I wanted to show you, an old mermaid's cave.” “I want to see this for real one day. I really do.” “You will, but you'll need scuba gear then and this is not all...”

He e leans over and kisses him, before pulling him along again to a small pool that is at one end of the beach and the cave.

“There is one more hidden place in here... it’s a little freaky though, are you ready for another swim?” “Lead the way princess.”

He chuckles, and dives in, the small tunnel they swim through suddenly expanding as they emerge in what seems like they were no longer in a cave, looking like they were back on the beach, but also a cove, the same glowing crystals as the previous much smaller one.

“According to my dad, it is an old abandoned, he thinks at least, mermaids cove, pretty right?”

He pulls River with him almost to the water’s edge, River following him taking in the scene, the colors, how vivid the memory is, the beauty of it all, wondering if it's as beautiful in real life as the dream. When they stop he pulls Rylan close, their eyes locking as they stand there.

“Wow, this is amazing! This is beautiful but not as beautiful as you.” “It is this beautiful in real life as well, and I promise you I will show you as soon as I can, outside of this dream of course.

He knows, deep down, that if it was up to him, they would just stay here, forever. but he also knows that his parents are already worried about him and what they might do if he would have stayed forever. Not wanting to think about it he pulls River with him, so they fall down on the sand.

“I wish, we could just stay here until you come back for real that is.”

River looks at Rylan, his words actually worrying him and he brushes Rylan's cheek.

“We can't... nothing of this is real. I'm not really touching you, or seeing you, I'm just... in my room... I want to touch you for real”

he pulls Rylan's up, and then close, wrapping his arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“But dear Watcher do I wish this was real. That we really were here together right now.”

“It feels so real though... “

It's like a small realization that this is only a dream hits him, not wanting to think about it, and showing those feelings to the back of his mind.

“And, it is much better than not seeing you at all.. so thank you, for allowing me or us, these dreams.”

He smiles, so easily pushing the idea that this is just a dream away and enjoying it as if it was real instead. River smiles and kisses Rylan not wanting this to end either, wishing it was real, wrapping his arms around him, brushing his cheek again.

“I love you Rylan. Tell me, tell me everything I have been missing. School, the shoots, is Carl still being a weirdo?” “Carl is the normal douche, trying to take advantage of you being away... Hayden has hit him so hard he was knocked out for ten minutes, which made everyone's day.

He chuckles.

“Vy almost punched him the other day too, I almost thought he would.”

he thinks for a bit, trying to remember what has been happening lately, realizing he doesn't actually, remember that much.

“Oh yeah, we have new animals at the shelter, who are all doing pretty well, Lobo is only there when I am because he is now a spoiled old man. And school is well, school, it's boring like normal.”

He once again avoids telling him about Hayden and his incident, not wanting him to worry about that too.

“I would ask you have your training is, but I think that would make me go and hit Morgyn, or just light him on fire.” “Yes... it would. Sometimes I wonder if it's even training or if he's just enacting his revenge... I don't exactly blame him though”

He shrugs and brushes Rylan's cheek with his thumb.

“Hayden punched him? Oh shit! I can't believe I missed that! I would love seeing that!” “Oh yeah, I was actually worried he had broken his hand, but I guess his bones are tougher than an iceberg jawed man.

He laughs shaking his head, pulling Rylan to his lap and kissing his lips gently, Rylan kissing him back remembering one more thing that was new, and something he wanted to do for River when he came back.

“Oh yeah, I forgot I learned how to cook... or well me and dad, I mean Hayle are both learning how to cook from Vy.” “Vy's teaching you guys? Okay, I want to eat something homecooked by you!” “Yes, he is, we are getting decent, at least we no longer burn every meal we make, and of course I will cook you something, all you need to do is come home.

River laughs again, picturing them burning meal after a meal with a very stressed out Vy trying to save their creations

“What about you? How have you been holding up?” “I'm okay, I think, school, shelter, work, family it kinda fills the days. And then these dreams are like a bonus.”

He smiles, gently caressing Rivers chin, not mentioning all the time he spends just hoping, waiting and dreaming about having another one of these dreams.

“You look tired though... “

He brushes his face gently, thinking that he also looked thinner and sadder, like he'd gone through a rough patch. River sighs, wanting to ask him all of it, but knowing well it might shatter the dream. Besides, probably a dream wouldn't be the best moment to spill the beans. So instead he kisses Rylan gently.

“Is there anything else, you want to tell me?”

“There isn't much more to tell, I know boring right? Work, more work, school, sickly brother, dreams, oh yes, and cooking, I honestly never thought I would learn how to cook.”

Although River can tell he's hiding things he decides not to press it, just enjoying the moment with Rylan, playing with his hair gently.

“I miss boring, honestly.” “I'll make sure to have a lot of it waiting for you when you come home then.”

He chuckles, enjoying the moment too much to want to risk anything by talking about more serious things, feeling his body move slightly, which he has learned by now means someone in the real world is moving him. River noticing it as well,

“Are you sure you are somewhere safe?” “I am, but I think those that were sleeping are waking up.” “ “Morning perhaps? Do you have school? I'll see you again soon, I hope, don't worry. Once I get to sleep again, I'll call for you... “

He looks at River, not wanting what comes next.

“I want to stay here though, with you...”

He kisses him one more time, not really wanting to let go, but knowing he has too.

“The bell's struck midnight, princess.

he smiles as the dreamscape starts to disappear, a rather sad smile for having to let Rylan go, but wondering if Rylan even rests when he is here.

“I love you, Rylan.” “I love you too River. Oh, And thank you for the date!”

He smiles, not wanting to show River just how much he hates that they have to say goodbye like this, the dreamscape vanishing, Rylan looking around the bed, noting that neither his brother or Vy is there anymore. Rylan drags himself out of bed finding them in the bathroom, Hayden in the tub, Vy sitting next to him.

“Do you need anything?” “Can you get some fruit, I think his energy levels are very low.

Vy looks worried at Hayden, who once again looks far from good. Rylan nodding telling Vy he will be right back, walking downstairs getting fruit from the kitchen, almost losing himself in the memory off the dream, shaking his head and walking back up, handing his brother the fruit, sitting there with Vy just watching him.

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#Rylan Ward #River Silversweater #Hayden Ward #Yvreon Nebulae #the ward legacy #another dream sequence #one that takes them back to their first date #and Rylan has longed for one of these since the last one #they have in a way become a life line to hold on too when the world is shit #and it is just that #River is worried though #worried that something is wrong #or that the dreams are hurting him in some way.#but he has no idea if it is #and he misses Rylan as much as Rylan misses him #and one day #they will have to fo there for real #when RIver returns.

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7 Ways to Balance High Sensitivity With Sensation Seeking

High sensation seekers love novelty and hate boredom, which can be especially tricky to balance with being an HSP.

I’ve never been the kind of person who knows how to set meaningful limits for myself. In high school, it wasn’t “be a theater geek,” “play in marching band,” “join the jocks,” “work part-time” or “earn straight-As” — it was all of the above. In college, I struggled to limit my studies to one specific area and ended up earning two bachelor’s degrees for different majors, in addition to minoring in two more subjects. I’ve lived in Europe, Asia, Africa, and North America, and love the thrill of being somewhere new. I’ve learned how to scuba dive and rock climb, and have spent the last couple years training in 14th-century sword fighting and wrestling.

Sometimes I think there’s no way life could ever be long enough to cram in all the experiences I want to have. Yet I abhor scary movies and violence, regularly find myself crying over news items that have little to no impact on my life, and feel exhausted after a couple hours at a party — all the signs of being a highly sensitive person (HSP). And taking Dr. Elaine Aron’s High Sensation Seeking Test was one of the most revelatory experiences of my life — I learned that in addition to being an HSP, I’m a high sensation seeker (HSS).

The Tricky Combination of Being an HSP and an HSS

Yes, it is in fact possible to have these strange, oppositional forces at play within one person. This happens when you’re a highly sensitive person who is also high sensation seeking, and Dr. Tracy Cooper, author of Thrill: The High Sensation Seeking Highly Sensitive Person, believes it occurs in about 30 percent of HSPs. These people love novelty, hate boredom, and are willing to step outside the borders of what’s deemed “socially normal” in search of new experiences. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll dive straight into risky behaviors, but that they’re always ready for something new.

(Think it might be you, as well? Check out 8 Signs You’re Highly Sensitive and High Sensation Seeking.)

Balancing overwhelming emotional and sensory stimuli with the intense desire for novelty can be like walking a tightrope: You feel like your brain will implode if you have to sit at home doing nothing, but spending time in crowded, noisy places or doing too many new things at once quickly leads to burnout.

This gets even more complicated if you find yourself being homebound for some reason. But rest assured, there are still plenty of ways to keep your highly sensitive, high sensation seeking brain happy.

How to Balance High Sensitivity With Sensation Seeking

1. Let the internet — and library — be your friend.

We HSPs who are also HSS like to constantly have something new to think about. This is where the internet and your local library come into play. Try going to Wikipedia and clicking the “Random Article” link in the left-hand corner: You never know what you’re going to get! Or check out illustrated books from the library, like eclectic art collections or architectural design books that will set your imagination churning, all from the quiet of your own home.

2. Take a mini vacation somewhere unknown.

One of my favorite road trip experiences happened completely by chance. My partner and I had been driving for several hours and desperately needed a rest stop, but instead of getting off at the first gas station, we followed signs for Great Smoky Mountains National Park. We ended up in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, a strange combination of outdoorsy activities and carnivalesque attractions. We’d never heard of the place before, and had a great time wandering around for a few hours.

One of the best ways to discover something new is to throw planning out the window and follow the road to whatever sounds interesting. Even if you can’t go far, you can still drive out of town and follow signs for parks, forests, scenic overlooks, or random attractions.

3. Sign up for an online class.

When you find yourself indoors, as many of us are right now due to Covid-19, online classes can be a great way to stay engaged: take a history class, learn more about the craft of writing, or learn about video production and start that YouTube channel you’ve always dreamt of. If you’re missing going to the gym, you can also find a countless number of exercise classes online or finally take that dance class you’ve been eyeing. There are even more opportunities to learn now that so many activities have become digital.

4. Study a new language.

If you’ve always wanted to learn French, now’s the time. Apps like Duolingo provide lessons and daily reminders to study the language of your choice. You don’t have to spend all day with a workbook to pick up a few phrases, and those skills might just come in handy the next time you’re abroad or want to practice ordering in French at your favorite bistro sometime.

5. Practice meditation.

If you haven’t hopped on the mindfulness train, it’s a great time to do so. High sensation seekers don’t like boredom, and meditation might sound suspiciously close to “sitting around doing nothing.” But with help from apps like Headspace or Calm, you can follow a guided session to work on things like anxiety, depression, insomnia, or happiness. Building up a meditation habit can also be helpful for the future, when you inevitably get burnout from trying to do too many things. Yes, we need novelty to keep our brains happy, but we also need room to process all those experiences — and meditation is a great tool for that.

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6. Volunteer for a cause you believe in.

Even if you’re largely stuck at home, there are still plenty of organizations that need help. Maybe you can volunteer at a community garden or for a youth sports team. If you have any special skills, like foreign languages or coding, you might look for refugee groups or nonprofits that need help. Getting involved in the community is a great way to stay active, meet new people, and feel like you’re being engaged.

7. Try out new cuisines.

Even if you’re homebound, that doesn’t mean you have to eat PB&J sandwiches every day. Order carryout from a restaurant you’ve never been to before, try your hand at new recipes, and get groceries from specialty stores or international markets. You never know what new food you might come across, and novelty in flavors can be just as stimulating as experiences that activate our other senses. Plus, you can try pairing your new meals with whatever language you’re studying on Duolingo.

Embracing Both Sides of Yourself

Sometimes being both highly sensitive and high sensation seeking can feel like an exhausting tug-of-war — especially if you’re stuck at home more than you’d like. But even with the emotional highs and lows that accompany these two traits, it’s absolutely possible to find happiness — it may just take a little bit of work and a lot of experimentation, which is something that high sensation seekers revel in.

You might like:

8 Signs You’re Highly Sensitive and High Sensation Seeking

14 Things Highly Sensitive People Absolutely Need to Be Happy

21 Signs You’re a Highly Sensitive Person

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My girlfriend and I are squeamish about physical affection so I'm trynna come up with different ways to express emotional affection. I asked her if she knew any and she didn't. Any ideas?

I will state outright that I tend to be a largely physical person, so I'm approaching this question with bias. So if you read what I say here and you're just like, MEH DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT ONE CHIEF, that's probably the reason. Take these answers with a grain of salt.

Really though, the ways you need to appropriate your affection emotionally needs two things. 1) It needs to be agreed upon as affection, and 2) it needs to be appreciated.

To the first point, you both have to accept it as affection. Affection means different things to different people, and as you both agree that touching each other is not ideal modes of affection, you also have to confirm whether the thing you're doing emotionally for them is affectionate. For instance, one method I'll mention is gift-giving. For instance, let's say you want to surprise them to show them affection. That's great... if they like surprises. I, myself, hate surprises. If you plan me a beautiful candle-lit dinner, but don't tell me about it beforehand, then you're literally just muddling my perfectly coordinated plans that I spent a week prepping for; no matter how nice it was for you to do that thing, I just will be unhappy because my plans were messed up and now I have to work around YOUR surprise to make sure the things I want to do can actually get done. Make sure that anything you'd like to do as affection is actually appreciated before you just start forcing it on someone else.

Secondly, it needs to be appreciated. This is similar to the first point, but with a slight nuance. Another nice example of emotional affection is a gift. Gifts work great. But there is so much variety for gifts. For me, I don't care for gifts too much. I'm not against them, but I really need to WANT the gift, or else I will feel like it was wasteful. For instance, if you buy me something you know I've been talking about and pining about for months, I'll be so appreciated. But if you're just like, "Yo, I bought this random book at the bookstore, because I thought of you," I'll just assume you wasted your money and will actually feel a little guilty that I have to accept this thing that has no value to me.

So just make sure you're confirming those two points with your partner before you actually gift those types of affection. Talk with them, and try to decide what actions make them feel all mushy inside, and if it doesn't dingle any of their dangles, then try something else. Now, onto the main event.

Pet names - Honey, sweety, baby, darling, etc. Make pet names for each other! Simple and effective.

Acts of appreciation - Wish them good morning or good night. Tell them they did a good job on that thing they worked hard on. Tell them you make them happy. Tell them you're glad you can spend time with them. Little turns of phrase that are true to boost their mood.

Acts of romance - "I love you." "You're perfect." "You fulfill me." Doesn't matter what the line is, just express your passion and romance to them. Every relationship is different, but do what works for you.*

Gifts - Get them a neat thing! Depends on what they like, but it can be anything. Flowers, candy, a thicc cheeseburger, a dope video game... doesn't matter! Get them something they like!

Unplanned Surprises - Be sneaky and spontaneous. Do things that'll throw them for a loop. Invite them to the park for no reason other than to enjoy their company, go out to see a movie at the theatres, go out on the town and walk or drive around with no destination, cook them a meal without telling them, plan a scavenger hunt.

Date Night - Basically, dates. It doesn't have to be more creative than that. Just play it up for fun! "I really want to take you out on the town. Let's get all dressed up fancy to do something fun." Make it a show! Dinner and a movie where you wear your nicest clothes. Romantic walk in nature. Out to a swanky café or bar. Whatever suits your needs.

Long-distance Date Night - Wanna have the same as above, but live far apart? Doesn't matter! Have a fancy date-night, where you dress up super cute, and then spend some time in a call together. Show off your smexy outfits, share a nice meal together, and then sync up a movie and watch it together, all from the comfort of your nearest couch, floor, or bed!

Sexy Pics - This is kinda self-explanatory. But if you're into each other, show off all you want! Get as lewd or nude as you feel comfy with.

Share Experiences - Do something completely out of the ordinary. Similar to surprises, but more organized. Go skydiving together, go scuba diving together. Maybe rock-climbing or hiking a mountain. Go to a concert or go camping together! This really depends on where you live and what amenities are around. But the point is to share moments that can't be recreated.

Share Interests - We all have things we like. Share them! Get your partner and watch your favourite movie. Then watch theirs! Read the same book together, play a multiplayer video game together, make music playlists for one-another and listen to them together... the options here are kind of limitless.

Share Hobbies - Work on something together. Paint a painting together, learn a language together, go to the gym and work out together, cook and then clean together. Again, kinda limitless.

There are so many other ways to show, but these are some super simple and straight-forward ways to share your affection for and with your partner. And if you're smart, most of this can be free or ultra cheap, so it doesn't bother your finances at all. But remember, it all depends on what they want and like, and same for you! Have a nice talk about the things you'd like to do and share with each other from this list, and then have fun!

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respectanimalrights · 4 years

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Starting today I'm sharing my favourite posts (2 a day) from my good friend Ocean Ambassador @maestro320 /Kimberly "Branded" - 🔵Maestro's Notes: Doesnt that mark near this dolphin's eye resemble a mermaid or a whale? This incredible dolphin encounter was filmed on location off Socorro Island, Archipielago Revillagigedo National Park, Mexico courtesy of the Underwater Creative Team at Behind The Mask @__behindthemask__ qa - This is Probably one of our best dolphin interactions we have had while scuba diving!? Check out how lucky we got! Where in the world was your best dolphin encounter? Can you guess where we filmed this? Tag a diver! • The Revillagigedo Islands are a mouthful. Some divers simply default to calling them Socorro, which is one of three islands and one very big rock — Clarion, San Benedicto, Socorro and Roca Partida — that make up the diver’s paradise of Mexico’s Revillagigedo Islands Archipelago. The archipelago is part of a submarine mountain range, with the volcanic peaks emerging as islands. Located some 240 nautical miles southwest of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, it takes between 26 and 30 hours to arrive by liveaboard vessel. There is no airport and there are no hotels, no developments and no civilian human inhabitants here. Just a small Mexican navy contingent on Socorro Island and an even smaller one on Clarion Island, which is rarely visited due to its distance from the other islands. What you will find here reads like a “who’s who” of big stuff — including dolphins, whales, giant manta rays, sharks and more. The small island chain was discovered in 1533 by the Spaniards and then visited over the years by expeditions going elsewhere. In 1861, President Juarez of Mexico placed them under control of the state Colima. He had plans for a federal penitentiary to be located on Socorro. For a number of reasons, it never came to fruition. This is a good thing, because if a prison had indeed been built there the underwater realm might not be as rich in biodiversity. There has been no evidence to indicate any earlier habitation, which isn’t surprising, since there is no permanent source of fresh water on any of the islands. https://www.instagram.com/p/B7rCh_NBXfo/?igshid=rl1h7us64adg

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intro to genevieve, pt. 4

Getting close to the end now!!! Only a few more to go!!! @ocelotsflatass it’s almost done!!! Here’s the reference post!!!

S: Streets 1. Viv is not particularly street smart, mostly because she’s never needed to be, but she’s pretty cautious and not dumb enough to believe everything somebody told her. That said, the streets are not her scene. 2. She’d give money to someone on the street, no question, but she sometimes wonders why there’s not a better social safety net, or why the available services are not better promoted. 3. She’s never gotten into a fight, but could be provoked enough to throw hands. Harassing her or assaulting her or her friends and not taking the hint when she tells you to stop is usually a surefire way to blow every single one of her fuses. She’s not big, but god is she pissed and when she goes feral, she goes feral. Anger at your own risk. 4. Nothing physical aside from one dude trying to grab her in a club, but she has been verbally harassed, catcalled, and followed multiple times. Definitely has one of those lipstick knives or cat-ear knuckle-duster things. Would like to take a self-defense class. Dante is more than happy to help train her. 5. Overall, yeah. Viv isn’t a big risk taker by nature and the only times she’s done something Not Smart is if she’s under the influence, but she’s pretty level-headed and at least tries to be aware of her surroundings and the people around her. But she’s usually pretty good. Even Not Smart for her is still pretty smart overall.

T: Truth 1. Is she honest? Yes, almost to a fault. Almost to bluntness, which can be aggravating for quite a few people. It’s usually not out of meanness, she just believes in being direct. 2. She can usually tell when people are lying, or if they’re hiding something at the very least. She’s very perceptive, and very persistent if she feels someone’s not being upfront with her, which can be annoying. 3. Viv is usually honest about most things, so people don’t really think of her as someone who lies, which means she can get away with quite a few. 4. She has, but she can’t change the past. And she does believe that sometimes lies are kinder than the truth, even if keeping the lie up or telling it to begin with upsets her own conscience. 5. I’m... not really sure what this means. Has she spread rumors, or has she had rumors spread about her? Yeah, middle school sucked. She was kind of known as the weird girl in high school, but that didn’t bother her too much.

U: Underdog 1. The bullying she experienced was mostly the bullying-by-exclusion, behind-the-back stuff that happens in middle and high school. She had enough pride to snap back at people if they insulted her to her face, which happened, but very infrequently, and people did learn quickly not to go at her directly because she would fight back. 2. She may have gone along with people who bullied other people, or taken sides in group/clique fights, but she wasn’t tormenting people in the hallway or taking their lunch money or anything. She was very sensitive and reactive in middle and high school, though, and could be a bit high strung. Viv wasn’t exactly the easiest person to deal with back then, but she has mellowed out considerably. 3. She’s never been physically attacked by a bully. She did kind of rough up some other kids as a young child, but it was mostly done out of a sense of rambunctious fun and not meanness, and she stopped when most people got bigger than her. But she does still feel bad about it. She feels that she was kind of a mean kid, which... she kind of was, but also wasn’t? It’s kind of weird. 4. Has she ever been doubted??? Uh... she has historically been dismissed about her concerns or complaints, which, for the most part, were valid and justifiable. She’s mentioned things to her parents before and been ignored, and unfortunately those things grew to be much bigger problems than they should have been. Viv fell through the cracks of her family for a long time, and she’s kind of got a chip on her shoulder about it. 5. Viv is surprisingly good with children and enjoys math as a subject, even if she sucks at actually doing it. She’s interested in a lot of activities and wants to learn a lot of practical things, like woodworking or knitting or how to fix her own car. Learning new things, however, is one area of her life where she is not particularly patient.

V: Vomit 1. She can, particularly if she eats something that doesn’t agree with her, or during a migraine, which she gets more often than she likes. 2. She doesn’t really get a lot of stomach aches per se, but she can get nauseous pretty easily. Motion sickness is one of her nausea triggers, especially in a moving car, which is why she prefers to be the driver the majority of the time, or at least ride shotgun. 3. Viv is a mother hen to the max. She will make you soup, tea, run to get you crackers or whatever it is you need, force medicine down your throat, you name it. It makes sense, because one of her strongest love languages is caretaking and acts of service. 4. When she’s ill, Viv generally likes hot tea, a dumb movie marathon, taking as many drugs as she can stand, but mostly she likes sleeping it off. She also finds hot baths to be very soothing, if not always helpful. 5. Viv can get indigestion so her stomach can gurgle because of all the acid, but she mostly retches and coughs when she vomits. It’s very intense, and it sounds awful. Dante thought she was legit dying when he heard her vomiting for the first time during a migraine, and absolutely flipped his shit when he saw how awful she was feeling. It’s horrible to hear.

W: Water 1. She tries to, and she’s always yammering about how important it is to stay hydrated, but she can slip up with this. She’s also constantly bitching about single-use plastic, so you won’t find any plastic water bottles in DMC, and if you somehow do, she didn’t put them there. 2. She does know how to swim, but she’s no competitive swimmer. She could probably keep herself afloat long enough to get back to the boat, as long as it wasn’t going too fast or wasn’t too far away, or for someone to rescue her, but if it’s long-term survival in the ocean that you’re talking about she’s kind of fucked. 3. She doesn’t really enjoy swimming per se, she enjoys being in water as long as it’s relatively safe. Viv is actually kind of afraid of deep and open water, because she’s also kind of afraid of drowning... or any kind of death by suffocation, really. 4. She’s an... okay diver at best. She’s never gone scuba diving or snorkeling, but she does think that doing so would be fun. Viv would also like to swim with sharks, because she likes sharks. Also alligators. 5. She’s not good at rationing her oxygen, which is something her brother--who was very good at swimming--tried to help her with. Her breath control needs work.

X: Xylophone 1. Viv likes indie music, rock music, and folk music in particular, but she’s not absolutely married to any single genre. She does not like stadium country, however, with only a few exceptions. Can roll with Dante’s metal, although she prefers symphonic metal herself. 2. She doesn’t have a single favorite song, but she does have a few long-lasting faves or songs that personally mean a lot to her. Viv will go through periods where she’ll be intensely into a few specific songs and listen to them ad nauseam, then move on to something else or have her interest in them die down. 3. She has a few fave bands and artists--Joanna Newsom, the Mountain Goats, the Decemberists, Led Zeppelin, Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, or whatever passes for them in the DMC world. 4. It’s not her talent, and she can only sing some songs well, but her voice won’t make your ears bleed. In the right circumstances it’s actually almost pretty. However, she is pretty good at piano and would like to learn guitar and cello. Again, Dante is happy to oblige, but they differ because he’s self-taught and Viv can read music... but they find a middle ground and jam together, though not without some Shenanigans. Zoe can play ukelele and guitar, and she and Viv used have some jam sessions. 5. This is one of her most closely-guarded secrets, but she does actually like some rap and hip-hop. One of her favorites comes on at a party? She’s spitting. Everyone is shocked.

#oc: genevieve #oc stuff #writeblr #my writing #i actually have no idea if dante is self-taught musician or not but i'm not sure how he would have taken guitar lessons as a kid #i'm so excited to get this done i'm forgetting things whew

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I was bored and so I did it. Link to questions to be added when I'm not on mobile at work lmaooo

Callebero

1. Would your OC ever accessorize with a cape?

Honestly, it’s part of his daily attire.

2. If they were to encounter a bear, what would they do?

Probably hold still and watch it pass by.

3. Your OC has the the chance to grab pepper spray, a baseball bat, a knife or a shoe, which one would they grab?

Baseball bat - he likes range.

4. It’s a sunny day outside, what is their reaction?

Pure happiness: face tilted to the sky, arms outstretched to soak in the warmth.

5. Have they ever swum with sharks before?

No.

Peronell

6. Oh no, your oc is hungry and has no money, what do they do?

Go pester a friend until they caved and either bought or gave him something to eat.

7. If they had the chance to kill someone without being caught, would they? If so, who?

Honestly, probably not.

8. What gif describes their life? 

9. What would their username be on tumblr? pantasticperry or smth

10. What is their 3rd favorite color?

Cognac

Siobhán

11. Would they rather own a three-headed dog or two-headed cat?

Three-headed dog. Regardless of what she actually named it, everyone would think its name was Baby.

12. Can they do the splits?

No lol

13. If they knew the only way to get the chocolate cake was to murder the person guarding it, would they?

No but like she’d be tempted

14. Do they know which way east is?

Yes

15. Have they ever been kicked in the kneecaps before?

Yes - she and Peronell have a decidedly sibling-like relationship, including childhood Mortal Kombat style wrestling matches

Veria

16. If they had a chance to go up in a hot air balloon, would they?

Only if the princess insisted on going. She’s not afraid of heights, but the lack of control and number of things that could go wrong is...Not Fun.

17. Would they rather ride horseback or on a camel?

She wouldn’t really have a preference except that she would prefer Not To.

18. How many different knots can they tie?

Probably at least 6

19. Would they stop to look at pretty flowers?

Only if no one was watching and if she didn’t have important things she was supposed to be doing. Even then, it would only be a quick, surreptitious pause.

20. If they saw a zebra, what would their reaction be?

“Neat.” Followed pretty rapidly by a risk assessment, evaluation of its use as food, etc.

21. If they had to hike up a mountain, what would their attitude be going up?

Jlahdsklj SHE IS A MERMAID. Uh. Optimistic confusion.

22. Would they ever make a sock puppet?

Absolutely. With extra details and limbs

23. Would they rather banter back and forth with friends or talk about philosophy?

Banter

24. They have acquired a lion, a peanut butter sandwich, and a purple rock - what is their next move?

Probably immediately try to show all of them to Veria and/or her family and then be confused by their distress.

25. They see a magic wand - do they touch it?

Immediately and probably while someone is telling her not to.

Ryu

26. If a skeleton talked to them, would they be scared?

No. She would definitely go into Intimidation Mode and possibly try to eat it, though.

27. If they entered a restaurant and saw a floating beach ball, what would they do?

Hit it.

28. It’s nighttime and the zombies are everywhere, your OC is on the corner of a crowded city block all alone, how do they get off the street?

(Small question about ‘crowded’ and ‘alone’ but anyway…) The benefit to corruption is that she’s not really all that corporeal, so she’d slink into the shadows and feed off the fear inevitably caused by a zombie outbreak.

29. An alligator jumps out of the water and starts to talk to your OC about the economy - what does your OC do?

Bite it.

30. Your OC is scuba diving and comes across a mermaid - what happens next?

She probably bites it. Look, Corrupted!Ryu doesn’t have a whole lot of complex thought or emotions. If it seems like a food source, she’ll lurk around it. If it doesn’t, she’ll try to get rid of it in case it might pose a risk to her food supply.

Micah

31. What is your OC’s go-to dance move?

Like finger guns but without moving her elbows away from her sides

32. Your OC has access to a boat and $5 million - now what?

Considering there are neither reservoirs nor oceans on her planet, the boat would probably be repurposed into a bench or bed or bookshelf. The $5 million would be stashed under her mattress to avoid an investigation into how she suddenly came into such a lump sum and would slowly be doled out mostly to treat her mama and her friends.

33. Your OC accidentally dyed their hair purple - now what?

Honestly, after the initial shock and dismay, she’d probably just groan and roll with it.

34. What would your OC’s reaction be if there was a giant dog that came to them with a huge bone, wagging its tail in excitement?

Nervous but cautiously intrigued.

35. A frog appears out of nowhere and starts to criticize their life choices, what does your OC do? “Big Mood.” She’s hard enough on herself that there’s very little the frog could say that she hasn’t already thought/said about herself.

#long post #ocs #my ocs

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This post is my honest review of our stay at Sandals Negril Beach Resort and Spa – a luxury, all-inclusive, adults-only resort in Jamaica.

Now all-inclusive, relaxing and beachside are words that are not normally used to describe the kind of vacations my husband and I embark on. We’re usually more of the scaling mountains, jumping out of airplanes, in need of at least 3 days of sleep after our vacation sort of people.

So… would you believe me if I told you the reason my husband and I got our first passport 10 years ago was to stay at a Sandals Resort in St. Lucia? Because it’s actually the truth! Our first international journey together was to St. Lucia to stay at the Sandals Regency La Toc with my husband’s coworkers (and our now good friends)!

Sandals in St. Lucia almost 10 years ago! (With blonde hair too, haha.)

When the opportunity to visit a Sandals Resort in Jamaica for a Press Trip* (a.k.a. FAM Trip) presented itself this fall – I was intrigued. (I’ll explain what the heck that means at the end of the post.) This is not only because Sandals Resorts kick-started my international traveling, but also because after the last 6 years of nearly nonstop traveling, my husband and I are frankly getting a little tired. The idea of enjoying a beach for a little while didn’t sound too bad at all!

So, I dug out my sun hat, ordered a new swimsuit and headed off to tropical Jamaica to check out Sandals Negril and also Sandals Montego Bay. For this post, I’m only focusing on Sandals Negril. (More on their Montego Bay Resort coming soon!)

Click here for current Sandals Negril rates.

Sandals Negril Key Features – What Exactly is Included in Your Stay

So, what are the features that are said to set Sandals Resorts above the rest? This is what you get when you book Sandals Negril.

Unlimited dining at 7 restaurants

Breakfast, lunch, dinner and anytime snacks

Unlimited Premium Liquor, Wine and Beer

5 bars, including swim-up bars

Stocked bars in every room

All tips, taxes and gratuities

Roundtrip airport transfers

PADI-Certified SCUBA diving (and all equipment)

Waterskiing

Snorkeling (and all equipment)

Hobie Cats, paddleboards, kayaks

Professional instruction for water sports

Beach volleyball, bocce ball, pool tables, and a fitness center

Day and night tennis

Live shows at night

Free WiFi (in room and all common areas)

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My Experience Stay at Sandals Negril

I’ll go into great detail about every aspect of this stay below. However, as my husband likes to say… “if you would rather just have the baby and not the labor pains” then scroll to the end of this post for my overall opinion of our stay at Sandals Negril.

Airport Arrival

After we made our way through customs in Montego Bay and grabbed our bag, we went over to the Sandals desk to see how our transfer worked.

We checked in with the people in charge of transfers and were then sent to a very nice lounge that had snacks and refreshments for us while we waited for the shuttle bus. (For the life of me, I can’t remember what they’re called but the rum-soaked, Twinkie-looking desserts they had were SO good.)

Then, our transfer was called and our bag was wheeled to the bus. Here is where I was a little annoyed, though. The person who transferred our bag was not actually a Sandals employee. Therefore, he wanted a tip for wheeling our bag from the airport to the shuttle bus.

I know that’s really not a big deal, but I was in the mindset of, “I don’t have to tip anybody for this trip! It’s all already paid for.” (Sandals has a no-tipping policy – it’s all included in your the price you pay for your vacation!) So, when one of my first interactions was with someone demanding a tip for wheeling a bag that I could have easily have wheeled myself, I was irritated. (I also was in need of a proper lunch – so, I was super hangry too!)

The transfer from the Montego Bay airport to Sandals Negril is supposed to take around 40 minutes. However, for some reason, traffic was REALLY bad that afternoon (around 2 pm), and it took us nearly 2 hours to get to the resort!

Which, that’s not Sandals’ fault! You can’t control the traffic. It was also not a bad drive. I enjoyed seeing how many goats I could spot. They were everywhere! Our bus driver called them “Jamaican reindeer.” Maybe it’s because I was sleep-deprived…but I found that super funny.

Checkin

Once we got to the resort, the check-in process was very nice! We were taken to a comfortable room and promptly given some sort of yummy rum cocktail while we waited to be escorted to our room. I also thought it was very nice because the gentleman who had brought us the cocktails was able to whip up a nonalcoholic cocktail for my husband in no time at all and didn’t bat an eye about him requesting one without any alcohol. (My husband doesn’t drink alcohol.)

Our Room – the Paradise Beachfront Walkout Club Level Room

This room was perfectly nice and comfortable. However, for me, its selling point was being right on top of the beach! Check out that view from our patio, below.

The view from our room’s patio!

I liked being super close to the beach. However, this also meant that there is quite a bit of foot traffic outside your patio door. Not that it was ever a problem for us, it’s just something to be aware of.

Here is a little tour of our room, below.

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I also liked that this room came with the option of room service. By the time we got to the resort I was beyond hangry and could hardly form words, I was getting so hungry! I also needed to get cleaned up for a welcome cocktail hour/dinner that evening. So, ordering room service was really convenient.

Sorry, I have no photos of the room service food as I inhaled it faster than you can blink – but I can promise you it was really good and took just over a half-hour to get to our room.

Restaurants

We were only at Sandals Negril for one night, so we didn’t get the chance to dine at every restaurant on the resort. However, I was very happy with the large selection of breakfast food at the morning buffet. I’m also REALLY picky about my coffee, but Sandals Negril did not disappoint in the coffee department and even gives you your own personal thermos of coffee for your breakfast table. (So, if you’re like me and drink an entire pot of coffee by yourself…you don’t have to go on in search of refills!)

Sandals Negril breakfast dining area

We had our cocktail hour at their beachside Piano Bar. It was really a nice atmosphere and watching the sunset over the ocean was breathtaking.

Did not adjust the color at all! The sunset here was unreal!

Private Beach Dinners

I didn’t actually have a private beach dinner. However, I could not stop photographing the ones that were set up! They looked so romantic. I loved that they had flower petals leading up to the table!

Dinner at Sundowner

Our dinner took place at Sundowner. This is a restaurant that offers some great Carribean dishes with a relaxed, but classy atmosphere. I had the chicken that night, which was quite good… but I really screwed up. Sundowner’s coffee-rubbed sirloin is some of the best steaks my husband and some of the other folks we were with had ever had! Be sure to try it when you eat here.

Because we were here on a press trip*, we were also lucky enough to dine in a small group with the resort’s general manager – David Latchimy! Honestly, I would come back to Sandals Negril simply for the fact that it is run by David. He is such a kind and intelligent person, and he truly cares about his employees. He answered all of our questions openly and honestly and was also genuinely interested in our lives. I should have asked to take a photo with him, but I always feel so weird about doing that! So, below is a video of David chatting about how awesome Sandals Negril is.

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The Staff

Given that we didn’t get to stay at the resort for too long, we didn’t get to know the staff as well here as we did at Sandals Montego Bay. However, I can say that the staff we interacted with all seemed very happy to be working here and they all went out of their way to make sure we were having a nice time!

A Look Inside the Honeymoon Beachfront Two Story One Bedroom Butler Villa Suite

I also had the opportunity to tour this fantastic butler villa suite at Sandals Negril! Check out how awesome the inside of this suite looks…

Final Verdict – Would I Stay at Sandals Negril Again?

Absolutely! I would love to get to experience this resort more…even if it’s just to try out one of those amazing-looking beachfront dinners!

Sandals Negril has a very relaxed and intimate feeling compared to the other resorts I’ve experienced. I can see how Sandals Negril is a great destination for a wedding because of this. (Our friends were actually married here too! They had a fantastic experience!)

The only thing I can think of that would be a negative for some people is that the beachfront rooms will have quite a bit of foot traffic near them – as they are literally right on top of the beach. We weren’t there during the busy season, we were here in October, so it wasn’t overly busy at this time and never bothered us. I can see how during the busy season, though, this might bother some people. Just worth noting!

Overall, though, I really enjoyed the staff, the food, the drinks and the atmosphere at Sandals Negril. I would go back in a heartbeat.

Click here for the Sandals Negril website.

*Press trip (a.k.a. FAM Trip) – these are trips where I do not pay for my stay. The resort or hotel where I am staying pays for my stay and expenses. I am never required to write a positive review about my experience, and for this press trip with Sandals, I wasn’t required to write anything at all! They just wanted Have Clothes, Will Travel to experience their resorts.

I am writing this review because I thought it would be helpful to my readers – Sandals does not compensate me for a positive review. I do believe this is a good place to go for an all-inclusive vacation! (If you need proof that I do indeed write negative reviews for trips like these that I do not enjoy, check out this post.)

However, I do make a small commission if you click my Sandals links in this post and make a purchase. I appreciate you supporting the businesses that make this blog possible!

My husband would go back too!

If anyone has any questions about Sandals Negril, please feel free to ask in the comments section at the end of this post! And I’m curious, has anyone else stayed at Sandals Negril? And if so, how did you enjoy your stay? Let me know in the comments!

Again, if you are thinking of purchasing a trip to Sandals Resorts – I appreciate you clicking my links before doing so. I make a small commission off any purchase made through my website. *Click here for the Sandals Negril website.

Travel Insurance

It’s a good idea, no matter where your adventure takes you, to have travel insurance. You never know what might happen! Whether you get sick before your trip and can’t go, or you become sick or injured while on your adventure – being covered with travel insurance is a must. Some credit card companies do provide this service (check with yours), or you can get a quote from companies such as RoamRight. Get a free quote by clicking here.

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