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renneiscent · 10 months

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Two Sides of The Same Coin

Note: This chapter… is kind of contained NSFW part that I embarrassedly managed to write. So... yeah, pardon my bad grammar and ugly writing.

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Chapter 8: …but also my heart that yearns for you.

“So, where is this secret coffee shop you talked about?”

I turn and find Jake is putting his wallet inside his pants pocket. We just had finished delightful lunch, our laughter and conversation (mostly my monologues) are still lingering in the air as we walk out from the restaurant. I have no clue about how much Jake paid for today’s lunch but I saw some cash when he paid for our food. It must be so damn expensive. I’m upset that old man didn’t give him free meal or at least discount, at least that’s what I saw judging about how much cash Jake handed to the cashier.

“That’s just few blocks from my flat,” I explain. But that means we will separate too soon if we go grab some coffee right away. I don’t want that.

“Oh,” his brows are raised. I guess he realise that too. “Very well, shall we go now?”

Then Jake calls the taxi for us while I’m hoping for us to hardly get the taxi, but no, the taxi comes right away parked in front of us. He then opens the door for me as the sign to get inside first, which I stop him right away by holding the side of his shirt. I’m thinking to go there by bus, but it is too much of public space. Too many people. Who can ensure that it will be safe for Jake and his transparency while being in the public transportation? I highly doubt that. So it makes taxi is the best option we got so far. Let’s just ask the driver to stop at the bus stop so we can walk to the coffee shop. Yeah, that will do.

“Nothing,” I smile. “Let’s go then.”

The traffic is smooth, which I hate it. I’m hoping it will be crowded and there is going to be traffic jam like usual. It’s Sunday after all, it’s a weekend! But why suddenly people didn’t go out and crowd the whole street like when I spent some time by myself? I take glance on my phone screen, it’s still 5 o’clock but the sky already turns darker rather than usual. Will it rain? As soon as I notice the bus stop, I immediately sign the driver to stop. Jake looks very surprised but he didn’t ask much but just pay the fare again. I hope I didn’t make him broke in one date.

“What was that?” he walks beside me. I look up and read his expression which is now showing confusion and uncertainty.

I cannot help myself but grin. “Nothing,” I lie.

“What’s that grin for?” He lifts one brow, still watching me in perplexed.

I press my lips together, forcing my smile away. “I’m just excited to get some coffee.”

“Right,” he smiles. “As if I didn’t notice your sneaky plan to stop the taxi right in front of the nearest bus stop in your neighbourhood.”

I blush.

I’m trying to counter his statement—which is true and I hate to admit it, but I cannot come up with anything. So I’m just looking away while our hands are brushing each other until Jake chooses to hold mine, his hand covering my hand entirely. Without saying anything, I’m holding his hand and intertwining our fingers together as if they were meant to fit perfectly together.

As we step inside the coffee shop, there are only 4 customers inside; one person is sitting while facing the huge window of the shop and reading a thick novel, two people are sitting not far from the first person while having chit-chat and sipping their lattes, the last person is drowning on whatever on her laptop with a slice of carrot cake and latte as her companion. It makes us don’t have to get in line and directly order the coffee to the barista.

“Good afternoon,” the barista smiles cheerfully to both of us. “Oh—it’s you MC. How have you been? I rarely see you these days. Let me guess… cappuccino for here as usual?”

“Hi Kevin,” I greet him. Since I’m one of those loyal customers here, it isn’t weird that the barista know my name and even my usual order, right? Especially when the shop is near my place and we often have the chance to bump into each other. “Yes, I’ve been busy these days. Now finally have some free time to get my usual order.”

I chuckle. Kevin also chuckles. Only Jake that doesn’t chuckle.

“Of course,” Kevin winks while smiling so wide. “Then what about you, mate?”

“Coffee. Black. For takeaway…” he takes a short pause. “…mate.”

“We don’t stay here?” I ask, confused.

“I prefer spending time in your place,” he winks at me as he tugs the strand of my hair behind my ear.

That’s a sudden strangely hot moment he gives me.

“Oh…” I can feel the heat on my face. “Well then, mine also takeaway please.” And I find Kevin’s face is strangely frowning. Now I understand about what’s happening here. Jake is jealous. I love it. I love the Jealous Jake.

“Good, so 1 cappuccino for you and 1 black coffee for this mate and take away.” Kevin wraps our orders before asking about the warm pumpkin pie on the display or their signature carrot cake or their new muffin like usual. “That will be £5.20.”

Jake takes his wallet out from his pocket and I quickly hold his wrist to stop him from spend more money in our very first date. “No, you promise me I will buy you coffee.”

“Yeah, and I did.” He hands out the cash to Kevin, “would you mind to give the receipt to the lady next to me, Kevin? Oh, you can keep the change.”

“What—well, thanks mate…” Kevin says sheepishly and hands me the receipt before going to make our orders.

I stare at the receipt then stare at Jake who is now leaning on the wall and his eyes are gazing on me, waiting for my response. “Uhm, a little bit help here?”

“You insisted to buy me coffee,” he smiles. “I bought yours and you bought mine. The price is on that receipt you are holding.”

I nod then quickly grope for my wallet inside my purse but then Jake holds my hand and pulls me closer to him. “Later,” he says. “We still have much time.”

I smile, completely amused with his act. I always have this assumption about how much Jake is not PDA person but thinking about today, I need to dump that assumption. Judging from today’s date, he is like a man written by woman; he is gentle, polite, such a sweetheart, that type of guy that you will not be ashamed to bring in front of your friends or family. That type of guy that will make your parents love him more than you as their own child. That type of guy that will make your friends defend him when you have an argument with him. That type of guy that will make you question yourself about what did your past life do until you have him in your arms?

I might sound like I’m really biased but Jake is such a lovely man and it’s such an unfortunate how he is living tough life like this; when a freedom is such a luxury to have. It makes me so eager to discover about his life, to reveal what actually happened until he lost that luxury. But to be honest, I’m kind of scared. Rather than scared with the damage that I will find from him, I’m more scared if my questions, my intention to know him further will bring him to the memory he want to erase. I’m more scared with the questions that in any way will harm him and damage him even more. Because he must have lost so many things, he must have killed so many parts of himself just to stay alive, just to be survived.

We are only a block away from my place, when I’m slowing my pace until stop completely. Jake notices right away as he also stops and turns himself to face me completely, holding the black coffee that he sipped in every minute. He lifts one brow and look at me, perhaps studying me for finding the reason why I suddenly stop when it’s just a block away from our final destination.

Just when I open my mouth intending to call his name, I feel a droplet of water against my skin. It begins with the pitter-patter of the rain but the drops suddenly fall even faster and become a downpour. The sudden heavy rain is pouring and every drop of the water bathes me in until I can smell that fresh and earthy scent. People are rushing and passing past us, seeking for the shelter to run away from the rainfall, but neither of us is moving, neither of us is trying to get away.

Neither of us, until Jake moves first. He throws his cup of black coffee that I’m certain that’s already mixed with the fresh water from upstairs, I throw mine too—I wonder if we will get scold for littering in the middle of heavy rain. His hand reaches my face, despite the cold of the rainfall is that sliding down on my skin, my face, my neck, my body, my everything, and I still can feel the warmth from his skin that brushing me. I still can feel the taste of his lips that strokes against me. I still can feel his body heat that press against me. I still can feel him.

The lips of his as cold as the first snow in the soothing night and as wet as the dew on the grass in the morning, it’s soaked from the rain but then I can feel the warmth of his tongue gently strokes mine. It twirls and dances inside me, giving me life and colour when our surroundings feel little grey because of the rain. Jake’s warm hand is moving to the back of my head and the other hand is holding my waist tightly, wrapping me in his embrace; while both of my hands are clutching on his shoulders as if those already attached with him, becoming him.

Is it our second kiss? I cannot remember. Every time we have kiss, it’s feeling so great, it’s feeling so amazing. It feels like we have done this so many times since his mouth fits mine so perfectly, as if this is our usual routine, as if we are the two pieces of puzzle that matching.

If only it’s not because both of us are still mere human that need oxygen to breath, there is nothing that can possibly separate us right now. I lean on his chest while hoping to hear his heartbeat but only the rainfall that I can hear. He pulls me closer into his arms, embracing me until I can feel his chest is going up and down as he is panting so hard.

“Going to catch the cold, aren’t we?” he chuckles. His words are clear as he speaks next to my temple. “Come on,” he says while pulling me away and taking my wrist, keeping me close as both of us are running. I match my pace with him, both of us are running until we finally reach the entrance of Mister Wright’s building.

“Should check the weather forecast,” I pretend to be disappointed. I’m grateful, absolutely. I cannot help but notice the figure of Jake who is soaked by the rain; how dare he is brushing his drenched hair while the shirt that soaked by water is clinging to his torso, outlining the lines of his abdomen. How dare he do that without thinking the damage that he causes on me?

“Neither did I,” he takes out his flip phone, perhaps checking if the phone still works out or not.

“It feels like the rain is not going to stop any sooner,” I mumble, waiting for him done checking his phone.

“Feels so,” he turns at me. “You should go inside and get change immediately.”

“What about you?”

“Do you have umbrella that I can borrow?”

“And letting you pass through that heavy rainfalls after soaked by the water? No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Come inside, I believe I have some clothes that you can borrow.”

“How come you have some clothes which fit me?” he lifts one of his eyebrows, there is accusation in his tone. Oh, is he being jealous? I love this overprotective side of him.

“I like wearing oversized clothes when staying at home,” I open the entrance door and beckons him to follow me. “Some of it really big since I bought men outfit. So I believe you can wear it.” As we are going inside, there is so much water over the floor as if there is something leaked. It feels like not only us that got soaked by the sudden rainfall. I hope we don’t get scolded by Mister Wright or maybe I will just make Jake to persuade him in case he’s angry.

When we finally inside my flat, I immediately go to the bathroom and take two towels. I hand one of it to Jake and dry myself with another towel. “Wait here, let me take the clothes,” I sprint toward my bedroom and check my cupboard to see the oversized shirt and pants that I thought will fit on Jake. After I managed to find the right size, I head toward him.

Normally I’m neither feeling shy nor awkward when a guy is taking off his shirt and making him exposed his upper’s body half-naked. Normally. Since I’m growing up with brother who loves to bring his guy friends stay over or spend the weekend together, I’m getting used with that kind of horror scene. But this time is different, well of course it is! I already thought about whatever lies beneath that polo shirt twice—let me remind you, twice! Which is I never did it with other guys before. So when I found Jake with his upper body’s half naked, exposing his bare skin and making me notice that he owns these huge tattoos that covered almost of his back, what do you expect me to do besides subconsciously walk toward him and brush his tattoo with my fingers?

It’s just a small and light touch that I made subconsciously against his back, but he easily flinches and immediately holds my wrist, his gaze on me is intense.

“I don’t know you are a tattoo person,” I comment. “Even the massive one.”

“I’m seriously concerned about your opinion on me,” he escapes soft chuckle.

“That’s why you need to open up,” I click my tongue. “First thing first, may I see it?” I beam.

There is slightest hesitation on his face but then for whatever reason, he relents. Then he turns his back on me, granting me with a great view of his back and of course his tattoos. As my fingers gingerly explore the intricate designs etched upon his skin, I find myself captivated by the artwork that adorns him. Beginning at the upper back, near his nape, a majestic ship with its flag unfurled commands attention. Following the contours of his spine, a meticulously crafted clock, its intricate details resembling a perfectly real image, captures my gaze. Nestled beneath the clock, a compass merges harmoniously with bare branches, their absence of leaves adding more questions for me about the meaning of his tattoo. The compass is connected with a simple design gears, but still meticulously shaped and aligned. As my eyes travel downward, I discover a lighthouse gracefully stretching from his lower back to his loin, elegantly encircled by twin anchors. The expanse of his shoulder blades down to the lowest part of back reveals a symmetrical arrangement of bold geometric lines resembling wings, as if those are fences that keeping the art on his spine to be protected.

While I’m staring on his tattoos, my eyes are catching some scars scattered like there is the constellation engraved on his back. The scars that are faint and covered with the tattoos’ ink make you have to get closely to see them. “This is beautiful,” I says while keep stroking his back. “This is painfully beautiful,” I correct my previous word. With the amount of pain for making this masterpiece, I couldn’t imagine how much he needs to suffer.

He turns to face me, there is something in his gaze that I cannot grasp into it. “I will deliver your praise to the creator,” his lips curl and form a smile.

“So many people must want to get in line to see that masterpiece,” I tease.

“I don’t know about that,” his hip is leaning against the wall while still staring at me. “There are only two people this far.”

“Two?” I lift my eyebrows, feeling upset about the fact that I’m the second. “Who are they?”

“The tattoo artist and you.”

I cannot recall who starts this another round of passionate kiss we are sharing with each other; was it me or was it Jake? The only thing that I can remember that I lean closer to him as his hand glides to my lower back and pulls me against him, and just like that… our lips are pressing into each other again. The kiss is little different this time; it’s still sharing the same passion and affection from the previous, but it’s more deep and somehow more desperate.

He pushes my body and makes me being pinned against the wall, not so hard but it’s so gentle. His hands wrap around me as if I’m a fragile thing and he is afraid to cause any harm. The mouth of his tastes so sweet and I’m certainly addicted with the taste and its sensation he puts under me. He pulls down the collar of my turtleneck, making it expose a glimpse of my skin and he claims the land to be his. He kisses, he nibbles, he sucks, as if he is trying to declare that I’m his.

And he succeeds.

As I cannot help myself but escape a soft moan, my hands are clutching onto his shoulder and grasping it tightly. I perhaps cannot think straight under this situation but I clearly know what I want. And I want him right now, so, so bad. And I want to throw whatever things that crossing Jake’s mind, until it makes him pull away and stares at me with those ocean waves that still calmly welcome me.

“Should I stop?”

That question is clearly rhetorical. He is not asking because he wants to stop, but instead he is asking because he wants me to say it clearly what I want. He wants me to say it out loud, that I, also want him as much as he wants me.

“No,” I trace his bare chest with my finger. “I thought it’s clear that I want you as much as you want me.”

“I hope you are aware that I just wanted to have lunch with you,” he inhales deeply and exhales sharply. “And I didn’t come prepared, not at all,” he nudges his nose on my forehead.

“I hope you are aware that I’m always understanding my menstrual cycle,” I’m peppering his neck with kisses. “And lucky you, it’s already passed my fertile time.”

He clenches his jaw with his eyes are staring at me, it’s growing darker as if the desire he has been holding is finally growing bigger and consuming him. But he still hesitates to make a move.

“No way, is it your first time?” I accuse.

He snorts, feeling offended with my accusation, “I’m sorry to disappoint you but you are not my first.” He lifts his brow, showing that cocky grin that I don’t know that he has. “Is it yours?”

“Of course not,” now I’m the one that feeling offended right now. I don’t know why it feels like we are showing off about the fact that we both already had our first time moment in having intercourse with someone else. “Then, why you still hesitate? Do you have STI?” I accuse him again.

“I’m really strict with the person I’m making love with,” he leans closer and plants another kiss on my temple to my jaw and then my neck. “I can assure you that I’m clean,” his hand is slipping under my shirt as he is breathing and whispering on my ear. “Are you?”

The way he said making love instead of having intercourse or having sex—or worst, fucking someone, really managed to make my heart pounding so hard. “Am I what?” I feel like I’m starting to lose my composure as he begins to claim me again.

“Clean,” he replies shortly as his hand that inside my shirt is caressing my skin. I can feel his warm hand again on me. “Are you also clean, MC?”

“I am,” I answer but I’m not sure if the words managed to escape from my mouth because what I can hear is my moan and his deep breath that are born because of his fingers running all over my skin and my thigh suddenly between his legs. As my knees feel weak and start to tremble, I’m clutching onto Jake and mumble, “let’s move to bedroom.”

Note: Don’t do this, fella. Remember what Uncle Ben said, great power comes with great responsibility. Always use contraception! And always put the trash on the trash bin! Do not littering!

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Ljubim te (3/24)

AO3 | S&C

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Luckily, Blaine’s phone has charged during his trip to the pizza place and the Maxi Mercator. Google Translate tells him that zvezda means star in Slovene. Or Slovenian. Google says both words are accurate.

Blaine catches himself in the mirror and he looks like he just rolled out of bed, which is fairly accurate. He didn’t even gel his hair. He looks like a mess and he considers refreshing himself up, but Kurt is waiting for him, so Blaine rushes back to the park.

Kurt sees him immediately.

“Well hello stranger,” he says with a smile.

They are practically strangers, that’s true.

“Hello yourself. Long time no see.”

Kurt claps his hands.

“I am not a tour guide, but I am a fellow American living in the city, so I can already take you to the best burger place in town,” Kurt jokes and Blaine barks out a laugh. Kurt then asks what Blaine has already seen from the city, and Blaine shamefully admits that he’s only seen the road from his apartment to Park Zvezda.

“And this big road from the inside of the taxi,” Blaine nods towards the road. All the busses and taxi’s pass it. The Mercator that he saw yesterday evening is also on this road.

“Slovenska Cesta,” Kurt tells him, “I am pretty certain that cesta means street. Same goes for ulica. Let’s start there, yeah.”

“Are you learning Slovene?” Blaine asks as they walk down the Slovenska Cesta.

Kurt shakes his head.

“No, I am only here for six months and everyone speaks English,” he says, “Of course I am picking up things as I go from context, like the cesta and ulica. I already know that vse means all, and popusti is sale. So popusti vse or vse popusti means that everything is on sale!”

“Ah yes, priorities,” Blaine laughs.

“Exactly.”

They turn right on Čopova ulica, the street that leads to Prešeren Square, or Prešernov trg in Slovene. Blaine can understand that trg probably means plaza or square. Prešeren Square is one of the most well-known places in Ljubljana, Blaine does know that. He isn’t fully unprepared. Before his departure he looked up some information about the city and the country.

Seeing the places in real life is still different. The square is surrounded by beautiful buildings with detailed decorations. There is a statue of Prešeren, where people can sit underneath, and also a city model of Ljubljana’s city centre. You can cross the Ljubljanica, the river, to go to the other part of the city centre through the Triple Bridges, the Tromostovje. They walk over the middle bridge.

Also actually living here is different. Blaine isn’t here as a tourist, which is the main target for all the travel blogs he’s read beforehand. No, he’s here for serious business.

Kurt gives him a small to do list, based on his first week here.

“Get an Urbana card for public transport,” he starts, “I get student discount and I travel for max €20 a month, but usually a bus trip is €1,30 for 90 minutes. This includes transfers.”

“Alright.”

“And apply for a Temporary Resident Permit as soon as possible,” Kurt continues, “Print the forms at home, fill them in, and hand them in. You can’t do this digitally, so be prepared to wait eight hours for a small ten minute conversation.”

“What the fuck.”

Kurt nods.

“Yes, I now understand why there was already a line before opening hours and why people took lunch and books and pillows with them. It’s rough.”

“It sounds rough.”

“I also highly recommend downloading the Travana app for the bus schedule and the Bicikel app for BicikeLJ, the bike share system, although I also must add that biking here seems to be hazardous.”

“… Fun.”

“Oh, and a fun tip, but every first Sunday of the month, entrance to museums is free!”

“That is legitimately fun.”

“My last life tip is for the Boni, but you’re not a student, so it doesn’t apply to you.”

“The… what?”

“The študentska prehrana. Boni. Whatever you want to call it,” Kurt says with a shrug, “It’s a student meal system. Students can get cheap food at most restaurants for a small price, twice a day with a four hour interval between them. I think it’s a max price of €4,30 for a main course, side course, something healthy and water.”

Blaine lets out a whistle. The travel blog writers did write about Slovenian food, but he didn’t really pay attention to them. He went for pizza as his first meal. God, he truly is an American. He should take up on Kurt’s offer to see the burger place.

Kurt shows Blaine around. The city centre is very small compared to other big cities. Kurt jokes that the city centre is basically two large streets, divided by the river. Blaine would argue that there are at least four streets!

Of course there is much more to Ljubljana centre than those two or four streets, but it is indeed small.

Kurt shows him some of the more well-known places, like the Town Hall and the market place and of course the Dragon bridge. Ljubljana loves dragons.

They walk for hours and Blaine is parched.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks Kurt.

Kurt looks surprised.

“Oh?”

Blaine nods.

“As a thank you for the tour. It’s the least I can do.”

“Well, how can I refuse?”

They walk back to the Prešeren Square. There are a lot of cafes at the river on both sides. Kurt recommends Slovenska Hiša, so that’s where they’re heading.

Once they sit down and their drinks have arrived, they get to know each other some more. Blaine honestly didn’t expect to make a potential friend on his first full day in the country. He hadn’t really planned on it, since he’s here temporarily and for business, but he’s glad that Kurt decided to save his pizza. His actual life is back in Los Angeles, but it is nice to take a break from it. After all, that’s why he’s here.

Life in Los Angeles doesn’t stop, though.

It must be early morning in Los Angeles, because Quinn is awake and she’s calling.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Blaine shoots Kurt an apologetic look, “It’s my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend,” Kurt says quietly.

Blaine nods.

“Be right back.”

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End notes: All the tips that Kurt gives were things that I learnt as a student living in Slovenia in 2020. I have no clue if all of it still applies (if, for example, some things have changed or some services no longer work the way they did), but aaaah nostalgia. I especially miss the Boni system. If you want to know more, here is a post with some Boni photo’s that I took while living there.

#klaine advent: detailed #klaineadvent #klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent #klaine #glee #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #multichaptered

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panindiatravelservices · 4 months

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Why Every Working-Class Citizen Should Cast Their Vote: A Friendly Chat

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Speaking of power, remember the age-old saying, “Unity is strength”? It rings true here too. The working class holds immense collective power. If every working-class citizen took the small step of casting their vote, imagine the giant leap the entire community would take. Politicians would sit up, take notice, and prioritize the things that matter most to you.

Lastly, voting is an act of pride and responsibility. People have fought hard throughout history for the right to vote. By participating, you're not only honoring their struggles but also ensuring that the future is shaped by the hands of those who truly make a society thrive - its workers, its everyday heroes.

In conclusion, if you're a working-class citizen who doesn't usually vote, consider this: your voice has weight, power, and significance. Your concerns, dreams, and aspirations deserve to be recognized. Voting is not just a right; it's an opportunity. An opportunity to make a difference, to stand tall, and to be counted.

Next time there's an election, local or national, take a moment. Head to the voting booth and cast your vote. It’s a small act, but it's one that can shape the future in a big way.

So, will you join the conversation? Your vote is waiting.

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rubyflowerpetals · 9 months

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Luxembourg trip 21/07/23-31/07/23

I went to visit Chloé in Luxembourg and my time there was so lovely! I met her family, two of her friends and Arabella (my love). I have promised her mom and Chloé herself that I will come back, so I guess my fate is sealed.

day 1 - travel

On the first day we didn't do anything too active. Chloé picked me up in Maastricht and it was surprisingly normal to see her driving a car! Then we had a two hour drive to Hellange, where I met her dad and Arabella. We had to go outside to the garden so she wouldn't be too scared of me. I think it went well! Her parents went out to a restaurant so we had some pasta for dinner and just had a chill evening. I didn't sleep too well, but that was expected, I don't usually sleep well with other people in the room. It was kind of awkward at the start simply because we just didn't have a lot to talk about, but that's alright.

day 2 - Barbie

On day two we went to see Barbie! It was such a good movie and even though we sat right at the back, it was still a very enjoyable cinema experience! It was lovely to watch a movie with all the seats filled, because it created a very nice atmosphere. After the movie we walked around a bit, we went to Auchen and looked at their book section and then we went to have dinner. I had been feeling a little bit nauseous for the past couple of days and it wasn't too nice, but I dealt with it. We had to take public transport to get to the city and it was good! Their trams look quite similar to the new trams in Riga. Before the movie, we went through her old school's campus and a park. It was really nice

day 3 - mini golf

The weather started to get worse (and then never became truly better afterwards), but we went out to a park. We bought a baguette and some hummus for lunch and then played some mini golf. I finally started to feel more comfortable and less on edge! Chloé won with 92 points against my 107 points, but we had a very wonderful game. She still scored the highest with 17 points for one hole (or whatever the language for golfing is). There were also Dutch scouts there which was a bit jarring, but no bother. After mini golf, we sat on a bench for an hour from which we saw a lady walking an animal. But for the life of us, we couldn't tell what sort of animal it was. We asked Chloé's mom at dinner and it turns out it's just an old dog... It didn't Really look like a dog, but whatever. Our guesses were a pig or a rabbit, but also neither really worked. In the evening, we watched Juno and it is still such a good movie!!

day 4 - animal park

After walking the dog and going to see the neighbours' cat like every morning, we went to an animal park. It was clearly made for children, but it was still a very cool place. Chloé told me about a lot of her childhood memories which was lovely. I became obsessed with truth or dare questions after the previous day of sitting on the bench and going through a randomiser. I felt very annoying, but in a nice way. The park was nice and Chloé bought me some ice cream too! It was a shame that she didn't feel too good that day. In the evening, Trine asked me how the "gaycation" was going... it was going great!

day 5 - chill day at home

Chloé needed one day to rest so we stayed home mostly. We walked Arabella, baked some peach cobbler and sat on our computers for most of it. It was a succesful day.

day 6 - Luxembourg city

On the sixth day we went back to the city, but it was a wednesday, so it wasn't as crowded as when we went before Barbie on saturday. Chloé took on the role of a tour guide and did a great job! It's such a pretty city. We walked through the upper city first and there were a lot of pretty buildings and stuff and then we also went to the lower city. That was also beautiful (the first picture is from there). We went to see an amazing bridge. We saw two blue herons (Chloé's favourite birds) and I stole a little lavender flower which smelled absolutely wonderful! We had also gotten boba and mine tasted vaguely like soap, but I didn't mind. We also went to an art exposition about queer joy and it was so cool! I have a bunch of pictures on instagram from that day.

day 7 - museum and friends

On day seven we went to the city center by train where we met up with two of Chloé's friends (Emma and Sophie) to go to an art museum. It had an exhibition from a Luxembourgish artist and it all looked really cool! We went through the rest of the museum too and it wasn't too great, but also there were some cool things. Her friends were really nice and they tried talking to me, which was sweet of them. But for some reason I just got compeltely covered with fear and anxiety and my brain was completely empty, no words or thoughts were forming so I couldn't think of anything to say. Even when I did think of something, I couldn't find a good spot to say it in because I didn't want to interrupt anyone. And then at a certain point I had been silent for so long that I think that physically I couldn't have said anything even if I tried. But if you forget about that, I really did have a good time. Though, as I already told Trine, this day made me even more scared to tell Chloé anything, because I feel like I made a very bad impression with her friends, and that really matters to me. Which... I'm saying that as if at any point there was an actual possibility of me revealing anything to her before. But no. After we left the train to go to her house, I felt so drained and tired, but Chloé was really good about it. Back at her place, we laid on the bed and I slowly recharged. Turns out that having her there is really helpful. Being alone when I feel like that doesn't sound good anymore. I hope I'll get to be around her more often. But after that whole thing, I was left completely drained the rest of the day.

day 8 - Oppenheimer

The next day we went to see Oppenheimer at the fancy art house cinema that Chloé really likes. The guy sitting in front of us was asleep for a big part of the movie. But men's opinion doesn't matter, because it was actually a really nice movie!! I didn't understand a lot of the plot because it was just so American, but the shots were cool. And omg the sound design was amazing!!! The complete and utter silence after the bomb went off.. and then the blinding boom.. and the stomping feet - the subjectivity part was just amazing!!! Very well made movie in a technical sense. After that, we went to the city to walk around a bit and then went home and had dinner. Her parents had gone to the restaurant again, but after they came back, they gave me a present of a souvenir teddy bear and a luxembourgish flag pen! I almost cried.. and I did get very warm all over. I'm such a fan of her mom!! She is so lovely. We also watched the first two episodes of the new season of Good Omens!!

day 9 - forest

We wanted to go out into nature so we went to a forest track. But after a while we got a little bit lost, but we continued following the zig-zaggy running path. In the end it took us 2 hours to do the whole thing. We had been tired since 40 minutes after the beginning. Around an hour of walking it also started to rain which was just the cherry on top. But it wasn't too bad, it was actually kind of funny. Not even only while looking back, but also when it was happening. Then we went home and watched two more episodes of Good Omens.

day 10 - cars and trains

For the longest time we didn't have a plan for the last day, but then on tiktok Chloé found out about an old car exhibition in a city that she had never been to. So we went there. For lunch we had a very Luxembourgish sausage in a bun and it was so very good! Apparently I got the full Luxembourgish experience - the sausage, the middle aged men, the orange tables. It was lovely. The cars were amazing as well! There were so many cool ones. After the cars, I vaguely peer-pressured Chloé into getting matching limited edition custom-made car t-shirts. I think they are both very cute and very ugly. I only peer-pressured her, because I felt like she really wanted one. After the car show, we went to see an old mine and steam trains. It was a very cool looking train even though the steps look just like the ones on Latvian trains. We shared a cherry cake. And then very thick steam that smelled horrible came out of the train so we ran away. It was a lot of walking. After that we went home quite early, had some sushi for dinner with her parents. This was my first time eating vegetarian sushi and it was very good. And then we finished Good Omens!! What a season... We went to sleep around 2am because that was our last full day together.

day 11 - leaving

We had to wake up extra early today so that the travelling wouldn't be too late. For breakfast we had some especially good pain au chocolat. Chloé's mom very nicely drove us to Maastricht. I took a little speed nap while we were in Belgium. Her mom made me some lunch (two sandwiches and a chocolate pudding) and every time I ate something, I teared up a little. Chloé came with me to the train, but I don't think I said the best goodbye, because I was stressed about the train. I wish I had given her a longer hug, but we'll see each other in just two weeks. We'll survive.

I think I've cried six times today. I am very tired and probably shouldn't have spent an hour writing this whole thing, but here we are. Tomorrow my family is chelping me move. I am very scared that I won't like it in my new place. I desperately need it to be good. Ida is coming back on the 10th and she's gonna stay the night at my place before moving the next day. I might help her with stuff. I'm excited for the stress to be over in two days hopefully. I need to be able to relax competely. I was able to do that while in Luxembourg which was amazing!!! I had such a good time, and I promised two people that I will go back at some point, so I guess I have no choice but to do that.

Ok well, I don't know how long I will keep up this "blog", but I like writing down my feelings and having intentions and stuff, so I'll try to keep it up!

Ttyl <3

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wordsandmorethan · 11 months

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Chapter One - Shanks’s Pony

Walking to and from work was a new thing for Stacey and it was fast becoming one of the best parts of her day. Some might have seen it as a New Year’s resolution but she called it a new way of life. She had changed her eating habits too and with the combination of exercise and eating better she was feeling healthier than she had in ages.

Once she done her job of human alarm clock and provider of breakfast she was able to put her coat on, stick her earphones in, choose that mornings playlist and take a leisurely stroll to the office. I say stroll because Stacey wasn’t a fast walker at all, she would put it down to the shortness of her legs and though she did try on occasion to fasten her small steps somehow it always took her the same amount of time to get to where she was going. It surprised most people that the fairly short journey took her so long and she would tell them what did it matter? she was in no hurry and always left the house with plenty of time to spare.

In fact walking to work probably took no longer than it would have done if she had taken the bus like she used to, the bus was invariably late and got stuck in traffic. The traffic was atrocious in the morning, countless cars of children that had to be driven to school for some reason and everyone seemed to be in the greatest of hurries. When she first started working in the city centre she had driven to and from work, parking in the company’s car park when she was on the rota to do so and if not there was a restaurant just around the corner from work which charged a monthly fee, cheaper than the municipal car parks. The car had long given up the ghost though and with funds as they were replacing the car was not something that would be happening for the foreseeable future. Looking on the bright side no more sitting in school traffic and with not having to pay out tax and insurance on a vehicle there were two fewer bills to pay.

Stacey liked to look on the bright side. The first thing she didn’t miss about taking the bus was the complete ignorance of people waiting for the bus. Maybe she was old fashioned in thinking that you waited behind the person who was there before you and therefore boarded the bus directly after them. But no, you had the parents who appeared to think it was ok to let their little ones just go ahead in front of you and therefore them too, or the pensioners who seemed to think that being old gave them the right to get on first even if they arrived last.

Once she was on the bus she would have to endure (if she was unlucky for the entire journey) the noisy kids that screamed and cried and got whatever they wanted from their parents other than the disciplining they needed. They were just part of the joyful experience of bus travel.

It never ceased to amaze her how people didn’t consider their fellow travellers when they would play there music choice for everyone to hear or carry out loud conversations over their phones, some leaving their phone on speaker setting for goodness sake or chatting away with fellow passengers letting all and sundry know theirs or others business and there were also those that did this while swearing profusely too.

The unkept and unclean had to be the worst thing she found about being stuck in this enclosed space with a bunch of strangers. The smells could be stomach churning. How some people had no idea of personal hygiene was mind boggling, at times the only option was to cover her nose and sometimes that wasn’t enough. On these occasions she took her perfume from her bag, sprayed her sleeve or scarf and held that to her nose, which didn’t always help either, the smell could be that bad.

However it was her best mate Evie’s belief that if it weren’t for the fact she had a new man in her life that she would never even consider anything but the joys of public transport.

Evie liked to think she knew best and had only suggested this might be the case because she wanted Stacey to be doing this for her own benefit and not for anyone else. The suggestion of this had needless to say irked Stacey because yes it did coincide with not only a new year which made these lifestyle changes look like new year resolutions but also because Jim was what some may call a fitness fanatic and therefore it could appear she was changing her ways for him.

Though yes she wanted to look good for Jim, the walking part of her new regime was purely for her pleasure.

It was literally a breath of fresh air. She particularly enjoyed the walk in to work it. There were many factors which she could use to measure the amount of pleasure she got from it. With Spring approaching , watching the changing of the season gave her great delight. Blossom was about to bloom on the trees and the spring bulbs were beginning to sprout in the gardens.

The weather of course could have a major impact on the enjoyment levels of the fresh air. When she got in the morning she’d look out of the window to gauge how many layers were needed that day. When she saw frost she’d put her scarf and gloves on the radiator and even get her hat out of the cupboard. She hated using a hat as it messed up her hair, however sometimes the need to keep warm prevailed over her vanity. When it rained you would have thought she would have used an umbrella but she saw them as awkward contraptions which had a mind of their own. So as soon as the rain started she would put her hood up as well as her hat on further ruining her work styling her hair, which she did every morning. The coat however didn’t cover her legs of course which meant on some occasions she would spend the day sitting at her desk in damp jeans.

The dog excrement she had to keep an eye out for was certainly not a pleasurable part of her walk, dog owners really should be made to walk in it themselves if they couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. There were the cars that didn’t indicate or waited until the moment they saw her before indicating and nearly ran her down as she crossed a side road. The cyclists whom for whatever reason thought the pavement belonged to them. The cars backing out of driveways because they were too idle to take the time to reverse into them when they arrived home.

The people she encountered while walking though, they were far more interesting than bus folk. Needless to say she had become familiar with each in the same way, repetition of viewing, yet they seemed such different breeds.

It’s strange how people can become so familiar yet remain complete strangers. How many of us see the same people day in and day out on our travels and yet barely acknowledge their existence.

There were many regular faces in the morning. She saw a lot of people on her walk into work. There were parents that actually walked their children to school! There was the runner who had tattooed shins who never looked before he ran across a road, which always made her hold her breath until he made it to the other side without getting knocked over and the runner who wore a headband, Bjorn Borg style, who did exactly the opposite who would jog on the spot whilst checking to make sure that it was absolutely safe before crossing the road.

As previously mentioned pavement users don’t just consist of the walkers and runners. There were children on bikes, adults too, using the pavement instead of the road. Had they not been told the pavement is for pedestrians? that a bicycle was a vehicle and therefore belonged on the road? If they didn’t feel safe riding a bike on the road surely they should be made to walk. Her Dad had always told her Shanks’s Pony was the safest way to travel.

As she got nearer to work there would be the throng of children getting off the school bus outside the local prep school. She always wondered whether it was because they were up themselves because of the school they went to that they were so rude and ignored all other pavement users or was it simply just the ignorance of youth.

If the morning walk was full of hustle and bustle and anticipation of the day ahead, for her the evening walk was bleak in comparison. The pavements were much quieter on her way home. The faces she saw where rarely familiar. She would sometimes evaluate the strangers she passed in terms of danger to her. It wasn’t just children that needed to be aware of stranger danger. Even though at the insistence of Evie; to be precise Evie had bought them as a birthday present, Stacey had taken self defence classes; she wasn’t in the least bit confident that she could defend herself if the need arose.

On a danger level of 1 to 5, the two lads that she first passed that evening were danger level 1, this equalled the danger of getting gobby. They looked too wet behind the ears to pose any more of a threat than that. However, the group of lads that came out of a side street moments later were a completely different kettle of fish. With their hoods up and music blaring they had another demeanor all together. They had a potential danger level 3. This signified they could get physical as well as gobby, possible handbag snatchers. Her heart rate quickened as they walked behind her and it wasn’t until they finally passed her and crossed to the other side of the street that it went back to normal. The next face she passed, well eyes, was that of a man jogging all kitted up in lycra cycling shorts and vest.

It wasn’t the fact he was wearing cycling gear that she found bizarre. The strangest thing was though his legs and arms were exposed he was wearing something akin to a balaclava over his head. All you see of his face was a pair of nondescript dark coloured eyes. Why on earth was he covering his face. Did he not wish to be recognised? Was he disfigured?

As the runner passed her she spotted Tom and Pippa, they were probably the only regular faces she saw each evening. Though she had been petrified of Pippa on their first encounter.

Tom had a friendly face. It was his dog that she had come into contact with first though.

Weeks ago now Pippa had come bounding towards Stacey. This had set her fear factor to 5. Risk to life and limb.

This huge German Shepherd had been running at full pelt straight for her, she had stood frozen to the spot and had almost closed her eyes before she waited to be pounced on. But Pippa had slowed down and come to a stop right in front of her and sat to attention. Stacey had continued to stand there rooted to the spot until Tom had eventually reached them and clipped Pippa’s lead back on before apologising profusely.

This evening as per usual now it was while they were exiting the park that their paths crossed. They didn’t play a part in her fear factor game now she knew them of sorts. She looked forward to seeing Tom and Pippa each evening and missed doing so on the odd occasion she got a lift home with her colleague Jayne.

As they headed towards her that evening she checked in her bag for the treat she had bought Pippa. She had seen this rope toy in the shop at lunchtime and Tom had told her that Pippa had destroyed her last one the other day. Stacey greeted Tom and then kneeled down and fussed the dog. She was not afraid in the slightest of Pippa anymore. In fact she felt as safe as houses with her new friend. Pippa wasn’t going to harm her and who would when she was with this furry beast? She took the toy out of her bag and gave it to Pippa, the dog’s eyes widened with excitement.

That was the last thing she remembered before waking up with a sore head, tied and gagged in the boot of a moving car.

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joshuawithers · 11 months

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Travelling with children advice

I was asked recently about advice for travelling with young children.

My family including our now 4.5 and 2 year olds, left home almost a year ago and I have this advice: after about 37 accomodations and eight countries.

Travel light. Lighter than you think. Being as little stuff as possible.

Lots of snacks. More than you think you need.

Make iPad/TV shows a special treat. Fish out the special treat when necessary for sanity or social goodwill like in a line, stuck in a train or plane cabin, or a restaurant.

Discipline your kids lovingly and well in private so they are awesome humans when in public.

Teach your kids to be bored and look at everything out the window.

Figure out what kind of daily sleep/wake/activity routine or schedule works best for your kids and run with it so that all of you have a good day and you’re not dragging your kids through a hike they were never going to enjoy.

Expect to see and do far less things than you imagined. If we do one travel or touristy thing a day that’s a win. Two is a big day. Three is a mistake.

When in lines at immigration or other important things, and they’re really unhappy, just grin and bare it. It’s a few minutes of everyone’s life, we’ll all be fine, and all the other assholes around you have been expecting the tantrum anyway. If people look at us or comment on a tantrum, I just joke about it like “sorry, she just learned about taxes” or “sorry, this is my first abduction and it’s not really going well.”

Teach your kids their names, ages, and your names so that when police come after you make a joke about abductions you can price they’re yours. Make sure they know not to joke about who their parents are and what their names are.

Bring extra dummies/soothers.

We swear by the Phil & Ted’s Travel Cot version 5. Not sponsored. We’ve tried the rest, the Bugaboo is awesome, Phil & Ted’s is better.

We also swear by the BabyZen YoYo and/or the Baby Jogger City Tour travel prams. The rest are not as good.

When boarding flights ask the staff where to “put the kids” as if you’re expecting them to not sit with you. So if with a straight face, and kind of hold the child out toward the staff, gesturing that they can take them now.

Book accomodation that is walkable to public transport and parks. Nothing else in your life matters more than a good playground. Also look for accomodation with cooking facilities, you’re going to want to cook at home.

Whatever you order for them at a restaurant will not be good enough so share meals. Encourage them to try new foods. Our mantra is that you can’t say you don’t like something if you haven’t tried it yet.

Almost all long queues can be skipped if you are a family, or if you accidentally go down the not-foreign-passport line, or if your kids has a tantrum. Turn that lemon into line-skipping lemonade.

I’ve got VLC installed on my phone with a series of old school TV shows offline like Franklin the Turtle. Old school slow TV shows are better than the visual cocaine that modern kids shows are. Damn you, Paw Patrol.

Take a million photos. Sync them with iCloud Photo Library so when you drop your phone in the Mediterranean Sea you’re not devastated. Buy disposable film cameras for the kids to make them feel involved.

Each of our girls has a snuggle toy that has come with them the whole journey. When you’re changing accomodation every few days a common smell and feel is a godsend.

I’m lucky to have travelled so much with Qantas that I have a Qantas Platinum status which gets us more luggage and airport lounges, this is so good with kids. Everyone in the Oneworld First Class Lounge thinks they’re having a fancy moment but then in runs my two year old ready to bring hell. It’s my favourite part of every flight.

Snacks. Water. Lots of snacks.

My kids like to play with tape so we have random coloured sticky tape for them to play with on flights.

Sleep. So much sleep.

These experiences and memories will be priceless. Be in the moment for them all.

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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Hello !! I would like to request a valentine's day matchup from the Genshin and or Obey me fandom !!!

My ideal valentine's day date would be kinda lazy lmfao i would rather stay at home order take out with my gentleman and watch lovey dovey shows together with my favourite food and favourite blankets , listen to music together and dance in the living room. If they really wanted to we could go out for a picnic date or a museum date or to even a movie or amusement park to laugh and have fun together. I'm a very physical touch person so a lot of cuddling , handholding , making out or even sex sounds so amazing to my single ass 😭😭😭😭🤙 please and thankyou for matching me !

i can see the gentleman of your dreams being…

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

There’s undoubtedly only a handful of demons in the Devildom who can say they’re as much of a gentleman as Satan is. He has a way to make everything you do romantic, no matter how mundane the situation might be. Plus, he has read a ton of romance novels, both from the Devildom and the Human Realm, so you best believe he has the determination to make each Valentine’s Day the most memorable one you’ve ever had. Even if he has to outdo himself.

Satan has a bunch of really influential connections throughout all three worlds, so whatever it is you feel like doing, there’s a good chance he can get it organised for you. But if you leave all the planning to him, he’ll make sure the surprise is just as fun for you as it is for him. First stop: breakfast in bed, a romance classic. Satan will fight his brothers to see this true, whether that be defending the food or making sure he’s the one who gets to wake you up. Then, afterwards, he’s telling you to dress comfortably to go out but he’s not telling you where you’re going quite yet.

Instead of taking public transport, Satan is using the walk there as a way to just unwind from the stress that is simply living in the House of Lamentation, certain that you could use some time away from his chaotic brothers as well every once in a while. A little hesitantly, he links your pinkies and blushes a pretty rose colour if you go to intertwine your hands completely. He’s not letting go even as you arrive at your destination, a popular art gallery run by a friend of his, which is currently hosting an exhibition centred around the concept of love and featuring works from the different realms.

After you’ve taken in everything there is to see, discussed certain pieces and took cute photos together, it’s back to the house and into bed. On your way back, you stop by your favourite restaurant for takeout to go with a cheesy rom-com. As the film plays, you slowly shift from simply cuddling up to Satan to sitting completely in his lap as he holds you close from behind. Every now and then, he’s tilting your head to get in a quick kiss or he’s placing a few on the back of your head and along your shoulders. And, well, what happens after the credits roll is completely between the two of you…

“There are a lot of different types of love, but I doubt any are as deep and beautiful as ours.”

[valentine's day matchup ♡ ]

#holly's potions #valentine's day matchups

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uniquementalitynight · 2 years

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A Beginner's Guide To Gar Restaurant Furniture

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76. it’s my birthday and you just fucking ruined my party and I don’t even know you

Danbrey, sfw or nsfw, please!

Here you go! I went SFW on this one

“Wow, dude, this is so fancy.” Jake takes in the dining room of Yosemite Lodge, “look, napkins!”

“Jake, we have cloth napkins back home.” Dani smiles fondly; while she’s more interested in the location and the decor, she agrees with her brothers overall enthusiasm.

The rest of Amnesty Lodge, where Dani lives and works, pooled their resources to surprise her with a weekend trip to Yosemite for her twenty-fifth birthday. She would have been happy camping, but they even went to the trouble of booking rooms in the main lodge and scheduling her a birthday dinner in the restaurant that looks out onto the valley.

Mama whistles at the menu from her seat at the head of the table, “damn, this is a good lookin dinner.”

Dani picks up the single sheet of paper, the silver writing informing her the meal with consist of a summer salad, shrimp scampie, and a strawberry rhubarb tart for dessert. When she glances across the table, Barclay is smiling down into his water glass.

“Oh my god, did you request a specific menu just for me?”

Her friend nods, blushing a little, “Head chef is an old friend from my line cook days.”

“Aw, you guys.” She sips the fancy cider Barclay ordered for the table, “you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You ain’t had a real party in years; seemed time to fix that.” Mama’s about to say something else when the fire alarm blares through the room and a server asks that everyone please exit through the side doors into the courtyard.

“Probably just a false alarm.” Barclay leans against a decorative rock.

“Uh, dudes? I smell smoke.”

Dani cranes her neck, tracks the path of the curling smoke through the lights from the windows to the main meeting room on the bottom floor of the hotel. A woman about her age, dressed entirely in red and black with, “The Lady Flame” emblazoned on her sparkly jacket, is talking and gesturing rapidly with disgruntled staff.

Two minutes later, the same woman steps onto the lawn with a sheepish smile.

“Hi everyone! It’s safe to go back in now. I, um, there was a tiny accident with some flashpaper. I think. Anyway, point is, I’m super sorry and there’s no more fire so please come enjoy my show. Oh, but, um, we have to move to the dining room due to some, um, ash.”

Just as she says this, one of the servers whispers in Barclays ear.

“Fuck. Sorry gang, sounds like we gotta postpone until tomorrow; whatever party booked ms fireball over there is gonna take up the whole restaurant.”

Dani sighs, resigning herself to a night of vending machine dinner as they head back inside. Then a hand settles on her arm and she’s locking eyes with the person who just ruined her evening.

“Hey, I always ask the cutest girl in the audience to be my assistant for the next bit. Do you want to-”

She pulls her arm away, “Yeah, hard pass, I’m not in whatever group decided to book you. I’m the person who’s birthday is getting turfed for your party.”

The magician cringes, “EEsh, I’m so sorry, I’ll, um, I’ll just.” She steps back, eyes glued to her black boots. As Dani continues into the lodge, she swears she hears the same voice go, “aw beans.”

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The spring sunshine feels perfect, the breeze is gentle, and there are literal bluebirds calling around her. Dani feels like a dang disney princess as she naps on a rock near one of the meadows.

Something--a chipmunk, she assumes--munches the grass below her.

“Dr Harris Bonkers, no! This is a national park and I’m not letting my only son go to jail for vandalism.”

Dani rolls onto her side in time to see the magician from last night scooping a massive, orange rabbit from the ground. When she straightens enough to notice she’s not alone, the woman freezes.

“Um. Hi. Again.”

“Hi.” Not feeling like rehashing last night, she studies the rabbit, “should he really be running around out here?”

“Not even remotely. He was supposed to stay in my room, but he gnawed his way out of his carrier, hopped onto the windowsill, and decided to bounce when he saw all the plants out here.” She cautiously sits on the edge of the rock, rabbit in her lap, “I really am sorry about last night. I never used to have problems during my shows, but lately it’s like my flashpaper has a freaking mind of its own. I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t screw with anybody’s plans but mine.”

“It’s fine.” Dani shrugs, “we’re just going to do a dinner re-do tonight.”

The woman bites a matte black lip, “Could I, um, make it up to you?”

“How?”

“Well, it’s your birthday, right? You’re supposed to spend your birthday doing things you like, so I could, like, keep you company while you do them?”

It would be nice to have a hiking buddy. Mama is taking a well-deserved nap, Barclay is off for a swim, and Jake found some rock climbers to hang with. And while the Lady Flame looked good last night, today she’s downright gorgeous. The dyed-red streaks in her curly, black hair, the freckles, black shorts that make her butt look incredible, all of it adds up to someone Dani wouldn’t mind spending the day with.

“Do you have shoes you can hike in?”

She kicks up one leg, showing off her Doc Martens, “I once walked five miles in these with no problems.”

“Great. Let’s get the doctor” she rubs the rabbit’s ears, “somewhere safe and get on the trail.”

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The hike’s only three and a half miles, but it’s taking them a long time to complete it. Not because they’re slow, but because Aubrey (as the Lady Flame calls herself) keeps stopping to look at or point out any interesting thing that catches her eye. It’s adorable.

Dani likes when she points out plants, because then she can show off a little.

“Dang, you really know your plants.” Aubrey stoops to take a picture of some Scarlet Monkeyflower.

“I run the teaching garden out back of the Lodge. Uh, Amnesty Lodge, where I live, not this one.”

“Coooool. I keep thinking about making Dr. Harris Boners a little garden when I finally find a place to stay put for awhile, but everything is always about how to keep bunnies out of your garden.”

“I mean, they can really trash it if you’re not careful.”

“I believe it, Dr. Harris Bonkers can take out a whole patch of rug in, like, ten minutes.”

“Herbs would probably be okay, clover too. I guess it depends on how much space you have.”

“Probably not much” Aubrey holds out a hand to help her across a creek, “traveling magicians don’t make much.”

Their talk turns to Aubrey’s life on the road, and her various misadventures trying to transport a fifteen pound rabbit on public transit. When they reach the waterfall that marks the trails end, they slip off their shoes and socks to dip their feet in the nearby pond, shoulders touching as they compare notes on growing up in sometimes stressful family situations.

It’s well after lunchtime when they get back, so they sit in the meadow and split a bag of chips, shooing away several overly ambitious squirrels. Mama joins them for a bit, and Dani smiles when she notices how quickly the older woman takes to Aubrey. Mama can never turn down a stray.

Dani’s already scheming for how to spend the last day of her vacation with Aubrey when the magician turns down her invitation to dinner. She’s a little disappointed, but Aubrey promises she’ll see her later.

Her birthday dinner redux is halfway into its second course when the lights at the front of the room brighten and the ones above her dim.

“And now, as an added, surprise treat for this evening's meal, the magnificent Lady Flame is here to dazzle you all with her astounding feats of magic!” The server at the edge of the room gives a thumbs up and Aubrey bounds into view, smile glittering brighter than her outfit.

To Dani’s delight, Aubrey is an amazing magician; her tricks are interesting, her patter is the same funny, energetic pace that their conversations were this afternoon, and her assistant is adorable. When she declares she needs a volunteer for her next trick, she’s holding her hand out to Dani before anyone else can raise theirs.

The trick turns out to be picking cards and showing them to the audience, though Dani notices Aubrey devotes as much sleight of hand to brushing their fingers together as she does to her act.

“And now, esteemed audience, I will produce a flower from my lovely assistant's hair!”

Dani smiles, then claps along with everyone else as Aubrey produces a spring of Larkspur from thin air. Literally, Dani cannot for the life of her tell where she was hiding it. Or how she was able to get what Dani said was her favorite flower on such short notice.

Aubrey finishes up her act (and doesn’t set anything on fire) to thunderous applause, and Dani spots Mama leaning over to whisper something to Barclay, who nods thoughtfully. It’s only after the magician has taken her last bow that Dani has a horrible realization; Aubrey went to all that trouble to make her birthday dinner memorable, and she didn’t get to eat any of it.

Her white sandals sink into the carpet as she carries a plate down to Aubrey’s room. When her new friend opens the door, she’s between worlds; sparkly jacket on top, red pajama pants on the bottom.

“I brought you some cake. Or, uh, I guess it’s a tart.” She holds out the plate and Aubrey takes it, cheeks going pink, “since you didn’t get the rest of the dinner.”

“Thanks” Aubrey steps back so Dani can join her in the room, “it’s chill that I didn’t get to join you all; I wanted to make up for ruining your dinner last night.”

“You already did way more than that. Aubrey, this was the nicest day I’ve had in months, and most of that is because I got to spend it with you.”

“I dunno, feel weird getting cake from a thing I crashed.” Aubrey is fidgeting with her bracelets, blushing harder every time she looks up and finds Dani still smiling at her.

“Can I give you something else instead?” Dani takes a half-step forward.

“Sure! What-” Aubrey’s words fade into a little sigh as Dani wraps her arms over her shoulders. Then her back bumps into the nightstand as Aubrey throws herself into a kiss.

“Hey” Dani teases, nibbling her ear as Aubrey holds her tighter, “you messed up my big reveal.”

“Aw dang, guess I’ll have to make it up to you.” Aubrey slips her hands down to the small of her back, “how does even more making out sound?”

Dani pulls her towards the bed, heart buzzing with warmth at the sight of her smile and the touch of her hands, “like the best birthday gift ever.”

#danbrey #aubrey little/dani #taz amnesty #meet ugly

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litheammunition · 3 years

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The same old misconceptions about climate change are never far away. That fire in the Gulf of Mexico saw the same memes coming out. ‘Oh, I guess I forgot to turn off the AC’, or ‘it’s a good thing we got rid of all those plastic straws’. People love the deny that individuals can have any impact, or that we should feel the need to change our behaviours in any way, because all the blame can be safely parked at the doors of Big Companies instead.

The suggestion is that we shouldn’t have bothered cutting down on single use plastics, or shouldn’t worry about wasting electricity, because our actions are a drop in the ocean, whereas the Big Companies are literally out there setting fire to the ocean for profit.

But why is the ocean on fire? Well, it was an issue with a gas pipeline. Why are they piping gas across the world? Well, other Companies use it. Sure, but what do they use it to make? Uh... well, they use it in the production of plastic and the generation of electricity. Why do they do that? Because it makes them money. How does that make them money? Because, uh, there’s a demand for it. From people like you and me.

The Big Companies are not out here extracting or transporting or burning fossil fuels for fun. They do it because it is immensely profitable for them. Why? Well, setting fire to oil doesn’t transform it into dollars. They aren’t paid by the devil. They’re paid by people who use fossil fuels to meet their energy or plastic needs. Most of those are other Companies, but their demand is fuelled by other Companies, and if you follow that chain to the end you end up with consumers.

If you cut down on unnecessary plastic, you might save a few drops of oil at the end of the chain. But on the way you also cut into the profit of the company using it, and the company they bought it from, and the company that made it. If thousands of us did that, and moved our business to companies using sustainable packaging or paper straws or whatever, the companies would notice. The ones being sustainable would thrive, and others would switch to copy them. The ones using plastic would suffer, and be pressured to change their ways or lose their market share.

Yes, they are Companies. But that doesn’t mean our actions don’t make a difference. Sure, one individual doesn’t. If you vote for the Greens as a third party, that’s not going to stop the Republican or Democrat winning the presidency. But if enough of the population thought the same as you, it would. How many people only don’t vote Green because they know they won’t win? What would happen if they all stuck to their convictions? They might still not win, but they would show others that there is a serious chance of them winning in the future, and embolden even more to vote for them. They would also push the Overton Window and pressure other parties to pick up their policies, just as we have seen from right wing parties in the wrong direction.

If you sit around thinking your voice has no power, it won’t. If everyone thinks that, it won’t. If everyone believes it does have power, it will.

Do you know who those 100 companies are? Mostly gas, oil, coal etc. companies. You can track most greenhouse emissions back to them because they are the ones extracting and burning the fossil fuels. But they aren’t just doing that because they feel like it! They do that because the rest of our society is built on a demand for energy and plastic and other products of those fuels. They are just one end of a long chain. You could also look at the other end of the chain, and say that consumers are responsible for 100% of emissions. That tells you equally little.

It’s also worth pointing out that China is responsible for about 29% of emissions on its own, so simplifying climate change as something to be blamed on capitalism is also incorrect. People have a demand for energy, plastic, fuel. A state-run economy will satisfy that demand in the cheapest way in order to maintain economic growth and compete with other nations. It will act in the self-interested way a Big Company will. But under democracy we have a voice to say we have other interests, and under capitalism we have a voice to say the same. Your wallet is your vote.

Take another chain as an example. Let’s say we need to cut down on beef consumption, what with the land and water usage, and then somebody says okay let’s all cut down in our diets. You then say wait, why should I stop eating my beef three meals a day? I’ve had a look at the figures, and actually all of the beef consumption is by Big Companies! What we need is to wait for the end of capitalism, and only then will these companies stop producing loads of beef for no reason at all. Do you want another mince sandwich?

The most effective way to discourage the Big Companies from clearing more rainforest to increase beef production would be to reduce beef consumption. If we all cut beef from our diet, they would stop expanding, and companies would invest in beef alternatives to compensate, and supermarkets and restaurants in the middle would do the same when they noticed people were no longer buying beef much, and the links would all reinforce each other to help the consumption drop. That’s patently obvious.

But when climate change experts tell us the most effective thing we can do to combat climate change is to cut down on our beef consumption, or try to take public transport or ride share or not drive unless necessary, or to cut down on wasteful single use plastics, why not do them? If we all did, it would impact the shops and the restaurants and the car manufacturers and pressure them into becoming more green to adapt, which is what’s happening with paper straws and artificial meat and electric cars, which is helping. We need more of that pressure, not less, not for everyone to give up and binge on fossil fuel hedonism whilst smugly saying the blame is with the Companies they buy from instead.

It’s basically a chicken-egg situation. Yes, it’s one end of the chain, but it’s also the other. We only use X because they make it, they only make X because they use it. It’s a cycle which will go on forever until one side breaks it. They’re not going to blink first. The Big Companies are not going to willingly sacrifice profits unless consumer behaviour changes, and you know what? Even if they did, that would just create an opportunity for other companies to take their place.

Countries, communist or socialist or not, are similarly not going to sacrifice their short term economic progress for the same reason, unless voter/popular demand changes. If people want cheap fuel, a ruling party is not going to take it away unless they are extremely secure as well as enlightened enough to want that for other reasons, which is not a common mix. The change has to come from our side: voters and consumers. If we sit waiting for them to change instead, nothing is ever going to happen. We have to make the first step. We have to believe that our step will make a difference, and encourage others to make it with us, and hold firm. It’s nothing guaranteed, but it’s the best chance we have.

#climate

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awkwardly-sitting-in-the-corner · 3 years

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So here's a story, I would love for anyone who reads this to learn from what happened.

A few years back I lived in England. The place I lived was classed as a village but it was busy enough I would call it a town. It had a main street that was just cafe's, restaurant's, coffee shops, jeweler's, clothes shop's etc.

I lived on a busy enough street that was 90 degrees to the main street so it joined the main street at like a T junction.

I worked in a town 20 minutes away from my house. I always started work at 8:30 in the morning. So every day that I was working, I would walk down my street, turn left onto the main street, and head for the nearest bus stop.

My bus was at 7:30. I would get to the town I worked in at 8, grab something for breakfast and sit in the canteen and eat before work. I'd finish work at 6 and get off the bus at around 6:30 in the evening and walk home.

Nothing that interesting yet I know. But wait for it.

One morning I got to the bus stop a little earlier then usual. So I was waiting around. The street was pretty empty because it was so early. None of the shops had opened yet and it was too early for people to be walking to school.

I heard someone walking behind me but payed it no mind because I was stood at one of those bus stops that have the benches and the clear plastic surrounding to like protect you from the rain or whatever.

I was just scrolling through something on my phone or whatever when someone started talking. I didn't think they were talking to me so I didn't really pay attention at first. Then the person got louder and I looked up and this man was stood really close to me. He looked like he was in his 50s but I don't know. He was pretty disheveled, scraggly hair, red cheeks you only get from drinking quite heavily. He had a creepy smile on his face and I noticed his pupils were so big I almost couldn't see the color of his eyes.

I immediately took a few steps back, trying to widen the gap between him and me.

"you work a lot don't you"

He was creepy. I thought right this guy is drunk or on drugs or something. Just play nice, try not to look at him and just give him short answers with out saying to much.

"yeah I do"

"I see you going to work every morning. You work every Sunday."

I was getting pretty freaked out now. I had never seen this man before and he tells me he sees me every morning I go to work.

"oh right, yeah I work a lot of sunday's"

" I look out my window in the morning to see if your waiting"

I was like looking around, looking for the bus, looking for someone to help me out. I noticed this guy has garden shears at his feet. I was really freaking out now. Why the hell did this guy have garden shears? Was he waiting for the bus as well? Why had he been watching me? Where had he been watching me from?

"oh right"

"you must work in(name of the town I work)"

Actually full on panicking at this point. I didn't know what to say. The bus only stopped at a school and streets with only house before it got to the town I worked in. The bus ended at the town I worked in. It wasn't even a question it's more just stating a fact.

I didn't answer him because I didn't want him to know where I worked. I was already terrified he might have known where I lived. I lived a 5 minute walk from the bus stop so it wasn't difficult to figure out where I lived especially if he had been watching me.

By some pure miracle, this guy stopped at the bus stop. He stood a little behind me and the man. I glanced back at him. He had headphones on so I was thinking great he can't even hear that this man is creeping me the hell out. But I don't say anything to him either because the scary guy had garden shears at his feet and I was scared he might get violent if I said something and he took it the wrong way.

The man continued talking to me.

"where do you work."

"you work long hours, I see you go home"

The guy with the headphones must have seen how uncomfortable I was, even how scared I was, because he moved forward and stood in-between me and the man. He didn't move untill the bus came. He moved infront of the man and let me get on the bus first and even sat next to me on the bus so the man couldn't.

He didn't take his headphones off once but I did see him looking at me. I'm pretty sure he was checking I was ok.

I really wish I had said thanks to him, but I was so scared that I couldn't even talk.

When I got into work I must have looked awful because the moment the people I worked with saw me they asked if I was okay, had something happened. I told them and they said I should report it to the police. The man could know where I live or do something to me.

I didn't report him though. That evening I got of the bus at the stop after my usual one and I walked home.

The next day I turned right on to the main street instead of left and I got on the bus, one stop earlier. The walk to and from the bus stop was a few minutes longer, I never saw that man again though. So I figured maybe he lived above one of the shops near the bus stop and that's where he watched me from. Watching when I was standing waiting for the bus every morning.

Since then though, even though I don't live there anymore, I'm always looking around, I'm always afraid someone is watching me. I don't like using public transport anymore because of him. I'm terrified one day I'm going to be walking down the street or sat in the park, just minding my own business somewhere, and someone is going to walk up to me and say they've been watching me.

I think the big thing I learned from this happening to me is, if it's possible try to change up your routine. I had fallen into a routine without even realizing it. I did the same thing at the same time everyday and look what happened. Also to be a bit more cautious of your surroundings. I might not have seen him looking at me every day BUT I could have seen him I wasn't paying attention to what was happening around.

I feel really lucky how this situation ended for me. It could have gone so much worse. You never know how someone will react or what someone will do.

#stalker #learn from this #being watched #its true #true story #real life #crime #stalked

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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answer these questions using the first letter of your name!

Ok, to start off with, what's your name? Robyn. Hmm I don’t tend to see R much when it comes to being the first letter of different things, so it’ll be fun to see where this goes.

Now, name something for each question starting with that letter.

A girl's name: Rhiannon. I first encountered this name reading Everyday by David Levithan and I’ll always remember how well-written the character was. The name sounded a little too foreign to me at first, but I ended up loving it.

A boy's name: Rocky, because I have an uncle with that nickname. His first name also starts with an R - Robert, if I remember correctly.

A fruit: Rambutan. Such a strange-looking fruit too.

A vegetable: Radish.

A country: Romania.

A city: Reykjavik in Iceland. Also a place I would love to visit.

An animal: Raccoon.

Something people do outside: Ride public transport. You’re inside modes of transport when doing so, but still.

An actor/actress: Rooney Mara. Sigh, reminds me of the film Carol and all the memories associated with it. Now that I think about it, I should give that a watch again for a more refreshed take on it.

Something you keep in the kitchen: The refrigerator, obviously.

Something you keep in the bathroom: Razor.

Something you'd bring on a trip: Also a razor. But erm, my mom likes bringing reusable bags on our longer trips so that we have somewhere to put our dirty clothes in for the next few days.

Something people do in the summer: Ride amusement/theme park attractions. Can’t relate though, as I hate theme park rides and I’m usually only the guardian of my friends’ stuff as they tick off all the rides hahaha.

A song title: Renegade, by Paramore.

A book title: Revolutionary Road, though I’m only aware of it because I’ve seen the movie based on that exact book. I saw a copy of it - with the film poster as the main cover - in a used book store around a year ago, but I was saving at the time so I couldn’t buy it. I wish I did, because that will probably be the only time I would have ever seen the book.

A movie title: Room, which was also based on the Emma Donoghue book. It’s one of my favorite films too, along with Requiem for a Dream and Revolutionary Road.

A Broadway musical title: Rent. I had to watch the movie adaptation for a film class. It absolutely sucked.

A clothing or shoe brand: Roberto Cavalli.

A reason for being late: Rode the wrong train/bus.

A band/music group/artist: Let’s go with Rhye. Reminds me of happier and simpler times.

A musical instrument: Recorder.

Something that's hot: Ramen broth that’s freshly made.

A type of bird: Robin! :)

A pizza topping: Ricotta? I’m just guessing though. I’ve never tried putting it on my pizza.

A fictional character: Rachel Green from Friends or Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead.

A breakfast food: I’m completely out on this one.

A school subject: Religion - I went to Catholic school so we definitely devoted 45 minutes of each day to learning more about Christianity.

A holiday: Rizal Day.

A relative: My uncle Rocky, who I mentioned at the beginning of this survey.

An article of clothing: Romper.

A school supply: Ruler. I never owned one of them for long, and whenever I did buy one if I needed it for class, I’d lose it within a day or two lol.

A color: Red.

A state: I’m guessing in the US? Rhode Island.

An ice cream flavor: Rocky Road.

Something found in the ocean: I dunno...rust from old shipwrecks? Haha I don’t really go snorkeling a lot.

A drink: Red wine.

A part of the body: Ribs.

A stone/gem: Ruby.

Something found in a park: Rocks. Can’t say I know a lot about parks though, given we don’t have any public spaces in this country other than malls.

A college/university: Rutgers. I specifically remember that school because they made the news at one point for having a course on Beyoncé, lmao.

A type of fish: Rays.

A historical figure: Rosa Parks.

Something in the room you're in: We have a rug here in the living room.

Something you save up to buy: Rings, especially if it’s an engagement or wedding ring.

A kind of candy: Razzles. The Razzles scene from 13 Going on 30 always makes me feel giddy.

A reptile/amphibian: I got nothing. Reptile? HAHAHA

A spice/herb: Rosemary.

A type of car: Racecar, if it counts. I don’t exactly know car terminology.

A hobby/leisure activity: Rock climbing, which I reeeeeally would like to try out soon.

A restaurant: Ramen Nagi, my second favorite ramen spot after Mendokoro Ramenba. There’s also Racks, though I’ve never tried eating there before.

A household chore: Is raking a chore in other countries? We don’t really do that here but maybe people do in other places?

A body of water: River.

A weapon: Rocket launcher.

An ethnic food: Rellenong bangus, which is stuffed milkfish.

A mode of transportation: A rickshaw, though in the Philippines we call them tricycles.

A type of flower: Rose.

Something found on/in a desk: Reminders? Hahaha if it counts. I put reminders written on sticky notes on my desk.

A word associated with money: Revenue.

An item you'd buy from a vending machine: A pack of Reese’s.

A game (any type): Ridge Racer, which was a PSP game I loved playing as a kid. There was also Rock Band, which was a game I had on the PSP as well.

Something at a circus: Ring toss games/stalls.

Something you throw away: Results of an exam or a particular application that I failed. Like you know how schools will sometimes send you a physical letter just to say you didn’t make the cut? I’d rather not own those for longer than 10 minutes, and to crumple them up and throw them out immediately instead.

A store name: Rustan’s. It’s a whole-ass department store chain, but whatever.

A type of tree: I’m not familiar with a lot of trees, so I’m unable to think of any.

Something that uses a remote: Racecar toys.

A website: Reddit.

Something in a grocery store: Red onions.

A tourist attraction: I can’t think of any particular tourist spots, but Rio de Janeiro is somewhere I’d love to be able to travel to.

A weekend activity: Resting, heh.

A Christmas/holiday song: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

A type of seafood: OMG my specialty. I can only think of roe and rellenong bangus for R, though.

An acronym: RT, which just means retweet on Twitter.

Something you'd see at the zoo: Rabbits, maybe? I’ve never been to a zoo.

A kind of soup: I’m not sure I know of any; I’m not a big soup person.

Something you'd find in NYC: Erm, restaurants? Hahahaha. And lots of them.

Something you'd get tickets for: I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been handed one before.

An animal noise: Ruff, for dogs.

A word associated with winter: I have no clue. We don’t even have winter here, so I wouldn’t know the things people prepare for it.

A historic event: The Rape of Nanjing.

Something you get in the mail: Nothing’s coming to mind.

Something you sit on: A rocking chair.

A reason to make a phone call: Resolving a fight? Idk.

A type of weather: Rainy.

Something that has buttons: Rompers, at least some kinds.

Something that makes you smile: Reminiscing.

#survey #surveys

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You Again?! - H.O. // 16

Pairing: Haz x Reader

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Series Masterlist

Y/N walks to her table at the office and smiles at her co-worker, Mitch. "Aww, Mitch! How sweet of you!" She puts her bag next to her chair before taking a seat. "It's been a long time since I've had a juice box and you even got my favorite flavor! You're the best, Mitchie!"

"I really hate to burst your happiness bubble and although it's nice to see you so stress-free, I have to be honest with you." Mitch tells her. Y/N looks at her co-worker as he sighs, "That juice box isn't from me. It's from this really cute guy! I don't know him, though. He didn't leave a note or anything."

"Can you...describe him?" Y/N asks, leaning back on her seat. She had a hunch, but she didn't want to confirm it until Mitch tells her a brief description of the 'cute guy'.

"He was tall, he has blue eyes that looked like a swimming pool, he has dark blonde hair, and his voice was-"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!" Y/N says loudly. Everyone around her and Mitch looks at them weirdly. She clears her throat and tells people to proceed to what they were doing before glancing at Mitch again, "My dear, you've met Harrison."

Mitch gasps and covers his mouth. He slowly puts his hand down and grins, "Oh. My. God. I can't believe I finally met him!! He's so cute!! Why did you leave him?!"

"He was an ass, remember??" Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Oh," Mitch frowns, "I remember now. Anyway, we have a meeting before our lunch break and it sucks, because..."

Y/N stares at the juice box as Mitch just rambles on about something she doesn't care about. If this juice box is a sign that Harrison is taking this seriously, then he better up his game. But if this is just a way for Harrison to come back in her life again and he's taking small steps, then wow. He's really trying.

"For fucks sake, just drink it already!" Mitch says, loud enough for her to break her trance. "It won't hurt your pride to drink it and I know you want to. So just swallow your fucking pride and drink it, bitch."

Mitch is giving zero fucks today.

"Fine." Y/N grabs the drink and pokes the little straw on it and drinks it as she starts her work. Knowing that Mitch isn't looking anymore, she slightly smiles to herself before shaking her head to focus.

"That meeting was so boring!" Mitch groans as he and Y/N sit together on the bench at the park. The park is full of people and they don't blame them. The weather is nice for once.

"Why are you eating that shit again?? You've been eating that everyday for such a long time now!" Mitch looks at Y/N lunch with disgust.

"Trust me when I say that I'm sick of it too, but I'm saving up for a new place and I have to pay my bills and I don't my family's support so yeah sucks to be me." Y/N rants.

"Hey Y/N!" a familiar voice greets. Y/N and Mitch look up from their food to see Harrison standing there with a paper bag from the restaurant he took Y/N to once: Starvest.

"The fuck do you want, Osterfield?" Y/N asks. "Can't my friend and I have lunch in peace?"

"If that's your way of saying 'thank you for the juice box, Haz', then you're welcome." Harrison winks. He looks at Y/N's lunch and says, "I'll trade my lunch for your lunch."

"That's a bad idea, sweetie." Mitch says with his mouth full. "We did that once and my face was all red and puffy when we got back to the office."

"Mitch, you were allergic to one of the ingredients." Y/N chuckles at the memory.

"Whatever." Mitch playfully rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of his water.

"C'mon, Y/N. Let's trade!" Harrison whines like a toddler.

She looks warily at the paper bag he's carrying and squints, "What's in it?"

"Your favorite food from Starvest." He shrugs nonchalantly. Y/N nearly squealed. She hasn't had that in two years. Harrison slightly smirked when he saw the glint of happiness in her eyes. She shakes her head and clears her throat, "What if I like my lunch?"

"I know you hate it, love. I also know that you want to trade, so let's trade lunches." Harrison grins. Mitch looks back and forth at Harrison and Y/N while hiding his own smile, "Go and trade lunches, Y/N! Eat something different for once. I know you want to."

"I guess I kinda want to..." Y/N mumbles before sighing. "Fine. Let's trade." Y/N trades lunches with Harrison. Y/N takes a bite of her new lunch and groans in satisfaction, "Fuck, I missed this. I haven't been there since-"

She cuts herself off and looks at Harrison who wasn't enjoying the food at all, but seeing her happy was enough for him. Harrison feels someone staring and he looks up to see Y/N looking at him. He gives her a small smile before taking another bite of food.

"Since when?" Mitch asks.

Y/N looks away from Harrison and she pushes the fork around her food, "Since Harrison and I ate there two years ago."

Mitch just nods, "I bet you guys will go there again. Not now, but soon."

"Hey Y/N! Need a ride?" Harrison smiles as he stands in front of Y/N's desk. Y/N and Mitch look at each other as they pause for a bit in putting their things away.

Y/N chuckles as she continues to fix her things, "No thanks, Harrison. I can take the public transport." She grabs her bag and says goodbye to Mitch before heading out, leaving Harrison.

"Well, go after her!" Mitch cheers. "I know you're trying to get her back and I know you want to follow her."

Harrison flashes Mitch a smile before running to catch up with Y/N. Thankfully, he catches up with Y/N at the lobby on time.

"Hey Y/N wait up!" Harrison calls.

Y/N sighs and stops walking. Harrison walks up to her and says, "I'll give you a ride."

"I said no." Y/N argues.

"Yeah, but there'll be a storm and your umbrella won't suffice." Harrison shrugs. As if on cue, the thunder roared loud and the sky quickly turned grey. Y/N's jaw drops at the sight as Harrison smirks at her.

"So, what do you say?" Harrison asks again, patiently waiting for her answer. Y/N groans and scowls at him, "Let's go then." Harrison smiles to himself and says, "I'll take that." He reaches for her bag and the folders she's holding and carries it for her. She looks at him clearly surprised at the gesture. He never did that when they were dating.

'He really is trying, huh?' she thinks to herself.

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