#that answer to question 5 though...sorry for being a literal lunatic???

[gabbalot]

Another ask meme 👀

So I was tagged by the one and only @merriemelodie who has a knack for making me feel valid on the worst of days, and also who I NEED TO COME UP WITH A SWEET NICKNAME FOR???❤️

The rules are: Post the rules, answer 11 questions, make up 11 new questions, and tag 11 people.

(Or just break the rules like I do. I tag the same people every time I do these so I’ll give everyone a break. If you want to, but don’t feel obligated: @plsetski, @zestyfiretruck, @stregina, @dednout, @vityanikiforova. For everyone else, I’m just being shy but if you see this and want to do it, CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED BY ME! And @ me in your response.)

My questions for people are:

If you could, would you choose to download your consciousness into an artificial simulation of life, where nothing really bad ever happens, and all the good things that you want from life happen in a believable way? Or would you rather live your life as it is now? Why?

If you could pick anything to do for your career, without having to worry about money, what would you do?

If you had to describe yourself with a Wikipedia article, or an article from The Onion, what would it be? 

What is your favorite gif/meme??

If you could say anything to your younger self, what would you say? Would you say anything at all?

If humanoid androids became normalized and easily-accessible in the future, would you choose one as a companion? If no, why not? If yes, who would you like them to be based on?

What is the weirdest thing someone has every told you they like about you?

Which would you choose, and why: Bring your favorite character(s) to life? Or transport yourself into their world?

If you had to become immortal, what age would you choose to “die” and remain forever, and why?

What are your thoughts on Pluto? Is it a planet? or just a rock?

What is one thing you wouldn’t trade for $1,000,000 (or equivalent in your currency)?

And here are my long-ass answers for Melodieee:

Q1. Have any unpopular opinions? Now’s the time to say them. It doesn’t matter what they’re about; whether or not you think people will care about them, or if it’ll change people’s perceptions of you. Just let ‘em fly.

a:- Okay so…I don’t…really like Autumn…and it might…MAYBE..be my least favorite season…?? ? (I’m sorry, I know). I feel like this is particularly offensive coming from me, since I’m currently living in New England, which is well-known for having the most beautiful foliage during Autumn. But there’s only so much pumpkin spice and scarves I can indulge in before I have to face the reality that The Darkness™ is coming. Funny enough, I don’t have much of an aversion to Winter. (That’s a lie.) (I can’t manage during late February - March). (I barely make it to the end of Winter every year). All in all, this article pretty much summarizes my exacts feelings towards Autumn. Beware though, ~* 🚫 Autumn-lovers DON’T Interact! 🚫 *~, you will be enraged. ☕️🐸

Q2. Do you cling to summer, or are you typically more than excited for autumn? (Or do you not have a strong opinion either way?)

a:- Wellll I guess I sorta addressed this in the first answer? Hahaha. Aha. H a. (I still feel bad about it). But I suppose I don’t really cling to summer, because I have this icky tendency to…spoil good things before they are ready to be ruined??? Like “Ahhh, well am I going to feel bad eventually? Might as well get started on that right now!!”. Feeling Bad is the only thing I don’t procrastinate, lmao. But yeah, I don’t cling to summer (I mourn its death prematurely), and I don’t get excited for Autumn, I just do my best not to feel Too bad overall. I definitely don’t cry, because I Am A Big Kid Now.

Q3. What’s something that you’ve been wanting to tell somebody, but haven’t been able/felt ready to? (Of course, if you’re still not comfortable saying it in a public post, then you definitely shouldn’t feel obligated to do it. This is just for fun. ♥)

a:- The funniest thing is that a lot of the things that leave my mouth nowadays are things that I haven’t been ready to say. But I’ve been lucky enough not to word-vomit anything that’s been truly detrimental to my mental well-being. I’m also lucky to have a few amazing people in my life that I’m able to be quite vulnerable with. 

Q4. What would the soundtrack for the film of your life look like? (FOR THOSE WILLING TO TAKE IT UP A NOTCH: if you were to write a Broadway musical about your life, what would some of the songs be titled/be about?)

a:- Let’s see if I can be as dramatic as possible. In terms of a movie soundtrack, I definitely think that the opening scene would be to Tame Impala’s Let It Happen. Once things calm down and fall back into the natural rhythym of grey, expect to enjoy tunes from Radiohead, in particular their track Daydreaming, which plays on repeat in my dissociative head on a regular. When things get desolate, we enjoy The Postal Service’s This Place Is a Prison. When they’re comedic (see: manic), we’re jamming to some Manfred Mann’s Earth Band!! If I could be selfish, I would find my Big Love and/or purpose, and the soundtrack would lighten up with sounds from Coldplay and Active Child. Also, because I am quietly just as dramatic as our favorite witch Georgi Popovich, a few of my Broadway musical song titles include “Sometimes Fireworks Are Silent”, “I’m Sorry For A LOT Of Things, But This Isn’t One Of Them”, “Some Of Us Taste Colors”, “Tequila (TEQUILA)”, and of course “2D Drawings Are As Strong A Medicine As Any”, which has a b-track “Music Is Morphine (Which is Also a Poison)”.

Q5. What’s a poem, story, or song lyric that you think about often? What about it captivates you?

a:- I’ll give you an entire song full of lyrics: The song Bloodstream, which is so aptly named for how deeply I feel it whenever I listen to it. It epitomizes the concept of soulmates for me, which I don’t believe is always a “happy-go-lucky” scenario, sometimes soulmates are just that - a split of your soul, a piece of you in another body, no sparkles and lovehearts, just another self in another form whose destiny is entwined with your own. As someone who isn’t sure they believe in soulmates irl, here’s why the song strikes me - The vocals are a bit eerie, and ever-so-slightly tired. It must be exhausting searching for a missing half. The recurring piano chords in the verses of the song make it feel a little bit like a memory. I imagine that’s what Deja Vu sounds like, which I find to be fitting when you think about all the subtle instances that have connected your life with someone else’s without you even noticing, but sometimes you just feel it. Then comes the chorus, more profound in its intensity, and all of a sudden it’s the realization hitting you like “Ahh, yes. This is the one I can’t live without. I see it now”. And then there’s the bridge, the melody changing again, acting as a flashlight as you wade through the murkiness of Doubt and Uncertainty, and leading you finally to the door of Acceptance. And once you’ve accepted it, and really digested the fact that you aren’t alone, you just float along - adrift but comfortable, because you realize that you aren’t drowning like you thought you would, or like you’ve been all this time. (That was cryptic AF, what does All That even mean??). Idk. I just feel the song deeply and I’m not really sure how to express why. 🎭

Q6. If you had to epitomize yourself with a Wikipedia article title, what would it be?

a:-I think may be Learned Helplessness.

Q7. What do you daydream about?

a:- I have two persistent daydreams lately. One is to lay in a meadow and just rest in a shady spot with the sun’s warmth peeking through the foliage, probably for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a time loop if it meant existing somewhere like this or this. I actually have this one saved as my desktop wallpaper at work. I stare at it throughout the day and it brings me peace. The second daydream is imagining what it would be like to go out and get roaring drunk with Yuuri and Pichit. Like…can you imagine the shenanigans??

Q8. What’s your go-to character/kart/track in Mario Kart? (ANY ITERATION)

a:-Toad…..and raiNBOW ROAD BINCH!!! FIGHT ME. #ChaoticEvil

Q9. What’s something people would be surprised to learn about you?

a:- IRL? People would be shocked that I’m pan/bi. Literally no one knows. Friends and family respect that I consider myself asexual, or at least non-sexual, but no one actually knows that I’m not straight. I have hinted on occasion, but growing up in one of the most homophobic and heteronormative societies means that if people haven’t seen you date anything but cis-gendered men (even if it was only for 6 months when you were 14 years old??) then it means you’re straight. Straight until proven otherwise (and simultaneously shunned by extended family for being The Gay Cousin™ ).

Q10. If you could name a crayon/nail polish color, what would it be, and what would the color be?

a:- Tbh, I’m the least creative when it comes to these things, so most likely it would be some sort of holographic sparkly fluorescent pink color, and the name would be “Trophy Husband” (because it reminds me of Victor).

Q11. What’s a question you wish I would’ve asked? ASK/ANSWER IT HERE.

a:- AHHHH THE PRESSURE idk IDK. Ummmmm how about “What do you like most about following me?”. And the answer would be that your tags and writing in general just hit me right in the feels, every. damn. time. Your sense of humor is also A+, it’s never mean-spirited, and you just generally provide a safe space for me to exist comfortably at the end of each day. You’re also incredibly observant, and I feel like I’m a slightly bigger and more important speck in this universe because of you. Thank you for being here ❤️.

THE END.

#here i go again #LONG post #personal #ask meme #😍❤️ #that answer to question 5 though...sorry for being a literal lunatic??? #what was I rambling about at 4 a.m.?? #w hy

[athenagrantnash]

Hi :), this might be crazy I’ve been following your blog for a while now but never had the guts to talk to you until today. I don’t like to post on social media or talk to anyone here that much. But now I got so much time on my hands and see you back online again. So I have the courage to show you appreciation and ask you questions lol. I begin to watch 9-1-1 because I’m a huge fan of Angela Bassett and I saw 9-1-1 clips here and there on youtube.

And I saw a clip of Bathena together, how they are so cute and such a perfect couple I just couldn’t avoid the show anymore so I began to watch the show and every time they show Bathena I started to fall in love with them even more until I have to read Bathena contents almost everyday like I’m some kind of lunatic person hahaha. I try to follow every Bathena fans out there, there are not many of us whatsoever.

Then I came across your blog and I couldn’t stop reading your blog since then, I agree with you on everything about Bathena, I like how you describe them as such a passionate and how you admire them as a couple just makes my heart swells. Thank you for keep writing and answering anon questions you totally make my day.

I wish what you have about Bobby's back story and his relapse said on here really shows in 9-1-1, I just rewatched Bobby's begins and I forget how dark his past was, how devastating that his family dies, and how he cried when he saw his kids bodies. I wish Athena would talk about it with him and sees him relapse right in front of her would love to know her reaction after we saw his first wife deal with him relapse.I love angst as well hahaha, really want them to get in a huge fight and discuss the relapse and everything else. Even when they show the fight in season 4.14 I still don't think they showed enough angst and when they made up I just feel like it's too easy. I would love them to talk about their problems more. When season 5 breaths of air I’m glad they talk to each other and Athena try not to hold back her problems and her feelings like in season 4 with Bobby but it's still not enough for me except 5.9,I’m grinning the whole episode😂.

Also wish back in season 2 they would show Bathena relationship right from the beginning like how the dates go and just extend their secret- dating period. Would be hillarious if they start to make out when they on scene and some one walk-in on them and they had to keep it together and make things like nothing happen would be freaking great if they make Bathena begins I would freak out hahaha🥵😩. Eventhough we kinda saw their relationship from the start but when I re-watched the scenes sometimes I feel like they just rushed everything from went on a date to getting married ( I’m glad they get married though hahaha)

I’m so sorry If I write too long I don’t have anyone to discuss Bathena unless I read Tumblr or Twitter lol and sorry if you don’t understand my writing sometimes ( English isn’t my first language hahaha). Last but not least, here are the questions. What do you think Athena would react when she saw Bobby relapse, When 9-1-1 shows what Bobby's's family ( his parents, brother, and sister like you mentioned) would think of now Bobby, will they accept Athena as their daughter/sister-in-law and how she thinks of them too, will they still blame Bobby of his past, What do you think Bobby family in general ( wish Bathena could visit St. Paul together that would be superb). what do you think about Michael being gone ( I love his dynamic chaotic duo with Bobby but sometimes when they show Michael, I just feel like he disturb Bathena moments and feel like Athena has 2 husbands or a throuple per se). And what's your favorite Bathena fanfic if you have one. Thank you for putting up with me 🙏🏼😊☺️

OMG Friend! This entire ask is so sweet! ❤️❤️❤️

Also your English is fantastic, so no need to worry❤️

But yeah Bathena is literally SOOOO good and perfect, and so criminally underrated in the fandom. (That's okay, though, because it's the main ship of the show itself so even if the fandom doesn't recognize what a gift they are we still get well fed 😂) Also we do have a fairly active Bathena discord if you'd like an invite

I think, if Bobby were to relapse, Athena would be 100% supportive of him. Even when she thought he was relapsing in s4, her main concern was how to reach out to him about it without it feeling accusatory, and she even told him that he could talk to her about anything. She'd be there for him every step of the way through his journey to recovery and when he has moments where he feels like he's not strong enough to get through it she will be his strength, and she will tell him so.

And I definitely think that Bobby's family would be super accepting of Athena if/when they meet her. Nothing will convince me against the fact that the Nash family are extremely close, and the only reason Bobby hasn't really talked about them much is that they legitimately think he OD'd and died years ago and is buried in an unknown grave. And it's been so long that reaching out to them with that "hey I'm not actually dead" is getting harder and harder. But if/when he does eventually reach out, they're going to be overjoyed that he's still alive. They'll probably be a bit sad that they missed out on all the milestones with his new family, but will be overjoyed that he did manage to find healing and this new family. And Mama Nash will immediately start calling May and Harry her grandchildren, and nobody has any problem with that ❤️

Also I LOOOVE Michael and I will never stop being sad he's gone from the show. I loved their blended family and how close Michael was to both Bobby and Athena.

And I'm really not much of a fanfic reader. I write more than I read, and I have like... 3 fics. I do have a list of recs from forever ago here but I don't think I've read anything since then so it's not been recently updated😅

#ask me a question #long post

[keltonwrites]

Where no one knows your name

How many times is a person meant to make new friends? When I moved into an apartment in DC with an absolutely iconic girl from Craigslist, I wrote in my journal, “you never know when you’ll meet your next bridesmaid.” Charmingly juvenile, as I was 24 years old. Ironic, as I never had any bridesmaids. And embarrassing, knowing I wrote something that’s surely been embroidered on a bachelorette party t-shirt by now. My point was: you can meet people you fall in love with anywhere, anytime, assuming your heart (and calendar) are open. Now my heart and calendar are open and I am one of Elizabeth Bennet’s sad sisters, cloying and desperate for attention while everyone at the ball ignores me. Meeting people here is unnerving and hapless and eye-clawingly vulnerable. My first new friend told me she was moving away in a few months. Do you invest deeply in hopes of another faraway friendship? Do you just go back to waving as you pass on the street? I like this girl! What an embarrassing thing to have to say to someone! Do you just invite people to every and anything like a lunatic? I can’t even remember to call the people I am forever-and-ever in cahoots with. I’m also deeply bound by what I’ll call the Movie Trap: say it’s 3pm during not-a-pandemic, and you get the urge to see a movie. You look at the showings, and there’s one you really want to see at 7:15. You think to yourself, “I should make an effort,” and you text a friend. “Hey, you wanna go see This Cool Movie at 7:15 tonight?” No one ever says yes. Don’t give me an example of when someone has, because it’s always one of these answers:

“Oooh, I’m actually seeing it with Kate tomorrow - wanna come?”

“Can we go to the 9pm showing? Stuck at work.”

“Yeah but let’s see Movie You’ll Fucking Hate instead.”

Now maybe I’m just lighting flares guiding you to the worst parts of my personality, but this drives me nuts. No, Liz, I don’t want to go tomorrow. I want to go tonight. At 7:15. So I can be in bed by 10. And you’d have to drag my dead body and prop open my eyes to get me to see something like Marriage Story in theaters. The Movie Trap is a big reason I usually hang out by myself, or I make plans weeks in advance. (Don't I sound like a blast.) Just the idea of being like, “I like you! Wanna hang out in October?” makes me want to collapse into a puddle of sad adulthood. Which is why on Friday at 4:30pm, when a girl I’d met a week prior asked if I wanted to grab a drink, I just said yes. I put on a pretty dress, did my makeup, put stuff in a purse, and drove the 25 minutes to town. It was really fun! And how novel to have new contacts in my phone like “Maggie blue house” and “Jess concert friend” — a throwback to the days of “Greg guy on L train” and “Devon ad party.” The very concept of not knowing someone’s last name or even needing it, and a year from now updating their contact info and smiling at your origin story. But for the most part, no one is in our phones. In terms of phone numbers collected, here is the list:

Two friends we knew prior who thank god you guys exist.

New friend who is moving away.

New friend who is game to drink tequila and ride mountain bikes.

Neighbor-not-yet-friend who I really fucking like and am not sure how to cross hang-out threshold with.

​Not to say there aren’t any other prospects or people I’m platonically gaga over, but I don’t have their phone numbers. There are honestly a lot of people like this because when you live in a small town (and you’re from the Midwest) you say “oop, sorry” to every person/object you bump into, and you say “hi :)” to every person you see. These are the rules. If I drive by you and don’t wave, it’s because I was so deep in a daydream I probably shouldn’t have been driving in the first place. This isn’t acceptable, because in our urgency to tattoo our vaccination status on our foreheads so we can make friends, it turns out just driving by someone can be a viable strategy. A few days ago, a man was driving by our kitchen window and then our driveway, and then he reversed back up to the kitchen window and started waving. Ben went outside — it was that kind of wave. The man had seen from his car a smokejumper emblem on the back of a truck in our driveway. “Hey, are you a smokejumper?” We aren’t. But my dad was, and he was in town visiting, accompanied by the emblem on the back of his truck. The guy said we should drink sometime. Numbers were not exchanged. We’ll call that a node, because it’s not quite a connection. And it’s mainly nodes, waiting to be connected, to have relevance. But first, no matter who you’re trying to befriend, you have to answer everyone else’s Do I Care Quiz. The quiz is employed by 93% of locals to determine how they feel about you existing within their personal 50-mile radius. The first question is non negotiable:

1) Are you visiting?

Variations on this question include “how long are you in town?” or “what brings y’all to town?” or my least favorite and most insulting, “did you just finish Jeeping?” I know I have blonde hair and say y’all, but how dare you. (Also, to be clear, you can own a Jeep, customize your Jeep, mod out your Jeep, and love your Jeep, but you’re not Jeeping until you drive too fast through a tiny town so you can hurl your Jeep over a mountain pass without ever getting out of it.) So the answer to “are you visiting” is “no, I live here.” Which brings us to the next question, my favorite for how loaded the gun, kneeling in the grass, scope on, target locked it is.

2) Are you part-time or full-time?

The first time I answered this question, I didn’t realize it was essentially like asking how someone voted in the 2020 election. The judgment was cocked and ready and the palpable relief/joy/or at the very least, tolerance, exuded by answering “full-time” was like when the sun comes out from behind the clouds on a 40 degree day. I was fine, but wow that does feel better. The third question though does not have a standard hoped-for answer. This is where nodes turn to connections turn to phone numbers.

3) What brings you here?

It seems like the best possible answer would be saying you work in town, and you’re going to begin construction on displaced-worker housing to ensure the people who run this town can actually live in it. We’d have everyone’s phone number. Saying you’re a writer who works remotely and bought a house from a legendary and beloved local who could no longer afford it is really something you keep to yourself. But in the interest of making friends, I just word vomit my entire history. We might as well find out at the onset if I make your eyes roll back into your skull. Not at all threatening that all it takes is a single social signal misinterpreted to be the absolute death knell of my ability to make friends in a town of some 1400 adults. In fact, I’ll share one such interaction. I was hiking with Cooper, about 5 miles by foot away from my house. I was on a trail, crossing a sloped meadow, and a group was traversing up the hillside to the trail. I said hi, where y’all coming from. One girl answered and we talked about the trail. She eyed me up and down. “Did you just move here?” “I did!” “I served your family last week,” she said. “Oh,” that phrasing. “Must have been my in-laws.” “Heard you bought Jack’s house. Such a bummer when locals like that are forced out.” “We didn’t even know about his house,” I said. “We were looking at another house and he asked his realtor if he could get us to come see his house. We just loved it, and him!” She had no emotional reaction to this. “You moved from California?” she asked. (Dangerous question.) “Yeah, got these sea level lungs, haha,” attempting to disarm with humor was a failure, “but couldn’t be happier to be out of California.” “It’s not like this all year. Winter’s really hard here, you’re in for a rude awakening.” “Well California’s the last place I lived, but I’m not from there. I’ve lived in brutal winters. At least Colorado gets sun!” I laugh with cloaked loathing. “It’s different when you live at altitude,” she said, like no human aside from her had ever been literally anywhere. “Are you trying to go around?” She indicated the path behind her. “No, y’all go ahead, just gonna wait to give you your space. I’m sure you’re faster than me.” “K, good luck making it to the lake." Maybe she was thirsty. Maybe she was hungover. Maybe she just has vicious delivery, but it felt like every blade of grass was leaning against the wind to listen. She was with four other people and not one of them said a word. I left that interaction not wanting to see another human ever again. But that interaction, and her intimate knowledge of exactly which house I lived in, made me want to decorate like we lived in a gingerbread house, all candy canes and plum drops, screaming to any passerby that we’re friendly. One of the mayor’s first questions to me was “what are you going to do to the house?” There are rules here about what your house can look like, and I kept emphasizing we bought the house because we loved it, not because we wanted to change everything about it. And now, instead of wanting to decorate the interior, I want to put up shades so we don’t contribute to light pollution, I want to hang a sign by the water spigot saying “grab some if you need” for hikers and mountain bikers, I want to paint a sign for the wild mint by our door that says, “I mint to tell you to take some,” because our neighbors were openly panicked they wouldn’t be able to just grab mint from the cabin’s garden anymore. Without question, COVID makes things harder. Dinner parties feel like dares. Dropping cookies off at someone’s house feels invasive. Grabbing a drink feels like the ultimate sign of trust. But at least we have nodes who can connect who can think to invite us and who can see that despite having lived in California, we’re not all that bad. In the meantime, I’ll be painting signs about water and mint, hoping to garner the benefit of the doubt from the so beautifully, earnestly, and waiting-to-see-if-you’re-worth-it doubtful.

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[bedtimebrain]

EXO KAI: Detective Gone Wrong P3

You can find the masterlist to the other parts on my bio/description!

Characters: JonginxYou

You came to know Jongin by accident, but have no clue he’s EXO’s Kai. And when you found out....

You walked away blankly, remaining in a daze until your phone started vibrating in your pocket.

It was your boss who called and anxiously asked if you could cover her shift from the afternoon as she forgot about her wedding anniversary dinner.

You gladly agreed, thinking it might be better to have something to occupy yourself with today. Otherwise you’re just going to be spending the day thinking about you and jongki.

Still sane enough to be in need for breakfast, you went by the convenience store to pick up a sandwich. Standing in front of the fridge, you paused to think

What does jongki want? Does he... like me ?

And he KISSED ME TOO?! That’s definitely something only couples do right?!

How did everything escalate so fast overnight ?!

‘Excuse me, are you getting anything? You’re standing in the way’

You must have stood there for quite a while, looking at the irritated face of the customer. Apologising, you just grabbed whatever sandwich there was on the shelf and left after paying.

Falling deep in thought and replaying what happened last night again, you opened your sandwich packaging and bit down on your sandwich  

EW! Egg Mayo!

You sighed. Feeling a little more miserable with wrong sandwich choice, you continued feeding on your thoughts on the way home.

You dive straight into your bed and hugged your big Coney plush the first thing you got back. You screamed into Coney like a lunatic and kicked the air violently with your legs.

Stupid jongki, who does he think he is. Ah yes, I secretly gave you a kiss, so what. IT WAS JUST A FRIENDLY KISS CAUSE YOU WERE CUTE.

BUT WHATS WITH KISSING ME ON THE LIPS AND WAKING UP TOGETHER LIKE ITS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL

What a flirt!! See y/n you were right. Rich, handsome guys, tsk. Bound to be bad.

You threw coney to the side and your phone came crashing down with it from your side table.

Groaning, you bend over your bed to pick it up, only to see a message from the dear boy you wanted out of your mind right now.

J:I’m heading out for work soon~ have a good day today😙

Is that a kissy face?!

Oh goodness, you were so annoyed.

Kim Jongki, are you playing with me right now?? WE ARE NOT ATTACHED

.....

at least not yet (?)

Tossing the phone aside, you decided to take a shower. Afterall showers always work best for any occasion. You got up and spent a peaceful 20minutes running under hot water, clearing your thoughts. 

Though still feeling bothered, you were definitely more refreshed. Time check , it was about time for you to get changed and pick up lunch on the way to the store.

Dusting on some light make up, bunning up your hair, you changed into your working clothes. In 30 minutes you were out of the house.

On the bus ride to your working area, you were so torn between checking your phone and not to. You wanted to know if jongki texted you again, but you didn’t really want to deal with this situation.

Fiddling with your phone, you almost dropped it when it beeped to announce a message had arrived.

That’s a sign, I should look at it! Since it rang when I’m thinking whether I should

Excitedly you unlocked your phone and checked your notification, only to find that it was just a reminder message from your landlord to pay your rent.

Your heart literally dropped because you actually really wanted to receive a message from him. Just then your phone beeped again and this time it was from jongki!

J: y/n ah what’s for lunch today? I’m having kimchi stew. Texting because I thought about you who might be board having an off day today :p

Sigh, you can’t deny that boy is so cute and lovable. But you still weren’t ready to reply him. You wanted things to be clearer between both of you. While uncertainty in relationships can be the most heart fluttering period, you didn’t like being in that phase.

It wasn’t long before you reached your stop to alight. Not feeling particularly hungry yet, you stopped by street stalls along the way instead.

You arrived at your shop, feeling satisfied with the pajeon you just had. You almost forgot how therapeutic the scent of flowers were until you stepped in. The mixed floral scent of dew and freshness instantly released you from the troubled thoughts bugging you at the back of your head.

‘Unnie! I’m here! How could you forget your wedding anniversary , hahah. Have you bought a gift or something yet?’

‘Ah, y/n ah! My life saviour. No I haven’t bought anything! There’s just too many activities and occasions this month that I forgot about my own. Gosh’ she face palmed herself making you laugh

‘Then you better leave soon to get your gift! I’m here already anyway! I’ll just continue wrapping this bouquet you’re currently working on’

‘I’ll buy u a meal another day, sorry for calling you back on your off day~ oh right I’ve a parcel coming later, just open and let me know what’s inside. I ordered so many I can’t even remember what’s coming anymore.’ Removing her apron, she rushed off after saying googbye. 

Looking at the tasklist, it was going to be a busy day. 5 bouquets to finish and lots of prep for the workshop tomorrow. You immersed yourself in the wrapping right away. 

A few minutes later, your phone lighted up. It was a message from jongki.

J:yaaa, are you ignoring me deliberatelyy? do you want to come over again on sunday? 

You scoffed when you saw the message because your detective mind came to a conclusion that the latter question was just bait to get the answer to his first question. He was tempting you with a chance at his place that was a hit or miss if you don’t reply him. 

You put down the stalks of flowers you were still holding in your hands, you paused to form an appropriate reply. 

Text:

my lunch was great, and i cant go over on sunday, im going to my parent’s place 

You typed then deleted it, doesn’t sound about right, you remember telling him yesterday that you got a half day shift on sunday which you really hated.

Trying again,

i got called back at work 

Sounds fine? Should you send it like this? 

‘Delivery!’

Reacting in shock , you pressed the send button by accident at the voice of delivery man

ah shucks! 

You closed your eyes and hit yourself on the head imaginatively. Smiling at the delivery guy, you received the parcels and signed them off. 

One of it came in a tube, while the other was in a box.

What in the world did unnie order that would come in a tube? Wallpapers? Drawings??

The tube really piqued your curiosity, so you decided to check that first. opened it first.

Opening the tube, you pulled out a rolled piece of paper. Unrolling it, you noticed at the top right was a black and white logo that writes EXO Obsession. 

Ohhhh EXO!! Unnie likes exo?

Ever since you watched 100 days my prince, you had a positive inclination towards EXO. Which also reminded you of jongki who seems to like EXO Kai.

You wondered who was going to be in this poster. Not like you would recognise them though, you thought, unless its do kyungsoo ssi. 

A little excited, you pulled the poster open to full length.

Looking at the poster that stared back at you. Your smile faded away. Your jaw dropped.

‘Jongki oppa?’ you muttered under your breath

There was an uncanny resemblance between the man in the poster and jongki. 

 No way, who the hell is this from EXO? 

You turned the poster to the back hoping to find a name of the man in the picture. But there was no information.

Flipping back over, you looked closer at the other small details on the logo, you found this 3 lettered word staring back at you — ‘KAI’.

EXO KAI? Jongki watches his dance videos... or rather, Jongki also can dance ..

There were only two logical possibilities to this , either jongki has a twin or... kai is jongki..

You had to know the answer to this incredulous situation.

Making a grab for your phone, you saw jongki had already replied you , but you weren’t even going to read it

Madly typing away

Y: Oppa, do you have a twin ?

You could feel blood pumping through your veins as you sent it.

How could this be possible ? He mustn’t be exo right?

Although you weren’t interested in boy groups, there’s no one that hasn’t heard of EXO in the whole of korea. And that’s how popular EXO is.

Even though you have never checked them out to find out how they looked like, but you still knew a few names. Names like Baekhyun , chanyeol and.. kai..

Thinking of it now, it seems to all make sense that he could dance, he has abs, he’s rich, works till late, doesn’t reply all the time....

As you waited for his text to come back in, you googled EXO Kai.

Birth name: Kim Jong In

Birthday: 14 Jan 1994

Height: 1.82m

1994 was his birth year, that’s right. Kim Jong in, difference of 1 word. 1.82m, yes, obviously describes him. Google images ? 100% similarity.

If it’s not a twin....

Ding!

His msg came in

J: uh, no.. that was so random though, why? Saw someone looking like me?

You didn’t want to believe this. The friend you’ve been hanging with and even sleeping at his place.. is kai?

In the past, when you watched those cliche dramas you never understood why people made such a huge fuss when they found out their dating partner has a hidden identity.

Like isn’t it totally exciting and fun! Especially if the person turns out to be some rich CEO. Wow, your rags to riches story would come true over night.

That’s how you thought you would react.

But honestly, all you felt was some sense of betrayal right now.

Y: oppa, I think I just found out what you do...

you sent

Just in a few seconds, he replied

J:really?! What’s your wild Guess this time ?

Your hands were shaking as you prepared to type this. The moment you send this and he confirms it... what are you going to do ?

But still, this has to be done

Y: EXO Kai. Kim Jong In.

Again, he replied instantaneously

J:omg, took you long enough!! How did you find out though??!

Clearly not being able to sense the tension over the phone, he was, as usual, cheery about everything.

Y:so it’s true ? Why did you lie your name to me?

You had no idea why you felt so emotional to the brink of tears about this truth.

J: ah, I’m sorry for lying about that.. I was worried initially if I told you my real name you might make a connection and recognise me at the start.

He double texted as soon as you received that msg, saying

J: y/n, are you ok?

You typed

no I’m not. I don’t even know how I should be feeling now, or what I should be doing about our friendship.

But.. you didn’t send it. You switched your phone to do not disturb and kept it in your bag.

You stared blankly at the poster for a while before putting it back in the tube. You’re still in disbelief. This situation was ridiculous. But it was logical.

In a state of mental breakdown, you couldn’t even wrap your bouquets right. You switched over to prepping for the workshop tomorrow instead. But your mind was so preoccupied with the whole fiasco that you kept missing things out. You just wanted work to end and have the time to yourself.

The entire day went by in a mess, but at least it finally ended. Back at home, you scroll through the multiple texts he sent you

J: hmm, seems like you’re pretty shocked about this right?

J: I wanted to tell you but you said you preferred if I didn’t though..

Then there was also a missed call from him

J: Call me back?

You swiped away all his notifications. There is something you really want to do, but not really ready to. You contemplated

Should I? Search kai up ?

Typing into Google, you searched kai. It was strange, just 24 hours ago you guys were so close, almost like lovers. But right now, you’re searching him up and getting to know him like an unreachable stranger.

You tapped into one of those webpages that told fans his entire life story. From his blood type to who he has ever dated and all that small little things people conclude from what he has said.

Again, you felt a stab in your heart and sour inside. These were things you never knew about , but surely, everyone else but you knew. It was like... jongki wasnt jongki, this him is different, it feels so far and distant from the one you knew...

Pondering on that thought, you let out a bitter laugh. Jongki really wasnt jongki. He was never jongki.

Switching to YouTube , you click on ‘mmmh’ the first result when you searched kai. No matter how you tried to keep an open mind, you didn’t like it. His costume made him strange and the song really wasn’t your type.

Deciding that’s enough for the day, you put your phone aside and tried your best to fall asleep.

—-

Back at work the next day, you decided to get some ‘intel’ from your boss about kai.

‘Unnie, you like EXO Kai?’

‘Ne!!! Wae? Isn’t his visuals to die for???’ She reacted so excitedly upon hearing his name

‘Why don’t I remember you liking EXO though?’

‘I recently just got into them because of my friend who kept playing their songs on repeat in her car’ she laughed as she fixed the flowers

‘Why did you ask though? Since when were you interested in boy groups?’ She continued asking

‘Ah... When I checked the poster yesterday I thought kai was really good looking, so I’m just asking haha. So what’s so nice about kai you bought a poster?’ Finally asking what you really wanted to .

‘Oh gawd, you really wanna know? I could go on a whole day about jongin. Though he is sooooo fierce on stage , killer looks and everything, but he has such a cute personality!! You know when they ........’

And she went on and on about it, even showing you clips of kai on variety shows, interviews, etc. In these the sense of familiarity was back, you felt like this was the Jongki you knew. Oh well, it’s Jongin now, you really got to change it out.

You laughed along with your boss and you understood why he had so many fan girls. Introducing you to some EXO songs, you had to admit you really liked them!

Knowing more about kai now, you went back home that night and sat infront of your laptop, making a search for EXO’s variety shows, music videos and the likes.

You searched up ‘kai cute moments’ and you wanted to sqush him because he was just so cute like how he was normally. At the same time you can’t help but feel a little jealous that you’re sharing these sides of him with other people too.

You watched his dance videos and he was literally a dancing king. Thinking back to when he danced for you, you suddenly realised just how many girls would die to be in your place.

It was already 1am by the time you finished your search. A msg came in just as you were about to crash

J: are you up? I’m going to the convenience store to grab some food. Are you hungry? Want to come along?

Seeing his msg, you felt a little bad about ignoring him for the 2nd day now. How should you reply him now that the situation is a little awkward ?

Nicely, your phone died as you were thinking.

Alright, just a sign I should go to bed, oppa I’ll reply you after I get my phone charged up tmr.

——

You woke up to an absolutely crisis that you overslept. Considering how you didn’t sleep well for the past 2 nights over jongin, this was bound to come. You quickly washed up and left for work.

Plugging your phone into the portable battery, you phone came back to live. Again, jongin was persistent in his texts. 

J:y/n ah don’t ignore me please

J:Come over on sunday? 

J: I’m waiting for your reply. 

It was 1.30am when he asked you to come over on sunday, but his last message was past 3am. He must have been thinking about what happened with you.. You felt bad for being so absorbed in how you felt and failed to consider his feelings  when it really wasn’t his fault.

All this started out because of your dumb self who wanted to play detective. But then again, if you had found out who he was from the start, would you have gotten this close with him? Possibly not. You replied him without delay

 Y: i’ll come over on sunday

The shop gets really busy on saturdays, packed with workshops, tons of deliveries and online orders. You didn’t have time to check your phone till the end of the day, at which you saw you missed jongin’s call and texts again.

J: omg, you finally replied! is there anything you want to eat on tomorrow? i could get it if you’re coming over from work

J: we are all ok now right? 

Should you call him back? It wasn’t like you were completely okay yet, you couldn’t imagine how it would like seeing him tomorrow. He was surely still that jongki you knew, but he was also kai.

Thinking to leave the rest for tomorrow to think about, you just replied 

Y: there’s nothing i really want, just get whatever you like:)

Back at home, for the 3rd night in a row, you stayed up like a fan girl again, watching all of EXO ladders, their concert videos. You squealed and fangirled over them like a teenage girl. The more you watched, the more you started falling harder for them.

---

A halfday shift always makes your day go by real fast. You were standing outside jongin’s door. You were suddenly reminded of the times you watched 100 days my prince with him and talked about D.O. who he probably knows 1000x better than you do. And how you asked if he was a kai fan. Oh gawd, you wanted to jump into a hole. Feeling a little nervous and a little awkward and hella embarrassed, you didn’t want to press the door bell.

Finally pressing the door bell, you waited for barely half a minute, which felt like eternity before he opened the door. You could even feel your palms sweating. 

‘Annyeong Y/N! Come in quickly!’

You didn’t reply him immediately, neither did you move an inch yet.  The smile on his face slowly faded and he just looked at you, starting to chew on his lips. 

Seeing his face once again, in real life, your heart skipped a beat. You knew it wasn’t because he was kai, but because he was still jongki, that someone special to you.

You quickly smiled back at him the moment you got out of your thoughts. He let out the breath that he has been holding, making you laugh. 

‘Annyeong, jong..’ you paused there, about to call him jongki 

‘annyeong jongin oppa’ it sounds weird to you, not to be calling him the name you were used to

You guess he must have been feeling a little awkward when you called him by his real name too, he scratched his head and chuckled.

‘I ordered pizza, are you hungry? let’s eat’ he gestured for you to go to the dining area and was ready to walk away

But you felt you had to talk to him first about this, 

‘oppa, can we talk?’ 

He turned around to face you, he nodded slowly

‘sure..’

You walked over to him, leaving a comfortable space between the both of you. 

He avoided your eye contact as you started

‘so... EXO Kai huh?’

‘...y/n, i.. you should know i have no intentions to hide anything from you deliberately, i was ready to tell you anytime. but i also thought you would react in a ‘pleasant surprise’ way rather than a ‘nasty shock’ received, so i just let it be’

He looked at you with sincerity in his beautiful eyes which showed how bad he felt. But you honestly just wanted to clear the air and lighten up the mood

‘actually, I just wanted to tell you that... I became an EXOL!’

You exclaimed and laughed. His eyes widened and stared at you like you were out of your mind, before bursting into laughter too.

But his laughter soon turned to sobs, and he rubbed his eyes profusely, which got you stunned

‘I... I thought I messed up our friendship, our relationship. And I really missed you, I didn’t want our us to end like this.....’ he said in between sobs and almost sounded like he was wailing

‘We haven’t even started...! Y/N, you scared me when you didn’t even reply at all! I thought you didn’t want to contact me anymore!’ He give you a light push on your shoulder as he emotionally spilled out all his thoughts

Though you were really confused, it was heart wrenching to see him cry so hard. You quickly put your arms around his waist and have him a hug.

‘Oppa, I’m sorry for the past few days I ignored you. I was just trying to figure how to handle the weight of the truth that you’re EXO Kai. Hahah, I’m so confused at your reaction right now you know.’

Calming down, but still sounding nasal he said

‘I’m going to make you stay here today until I’m convinced that you don’t hate me for being kai.

Oh and that you won’t go MIA on me again if you found out some other kai stuff’

Breaking away from the hug, he grabbed onto your shoulders

‘Y/N I like you, I really like you, so don’t leave my life please’

His impromptu confession got you feeling shy, you didn’t know what to do , but merely nodded in response.

Feeling all bright again he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You were glad it was as if nothing has changed, except that you probably became the luckiest fangirl alive just like this.

———

This fic went through so many content changes, I’m so glad I finished writing this! For those that waited for this part, I hope it wasn’t too underwhelming:,) feel like there’s definitely still a lot for me to work on as a new writer.

Also just dropping a note to say this would most probably be my last fic tell after may! Please check out of my other fics in the meantime too:) Hopefully I’ll be back with better writings !

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[mrswhozeewhatsis]

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 5

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count:  2093 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

You

You were officially having your first rush since you opened the shop, and you heaved a sigh of relief in between customers. Opening a small business was always risky, but an occult bookstore was even riskier. You figured your uncle had closed his shop so he could have a steady income once he had to support you, and you didn’t blame him. You had missed his shop, but the change had made him more stable, which was what you had desperately needed.

As more customers wandered in, you noticed a scruffy-looking man enter dressed in work boots, torn jeans, dirty flannel, and an old army jacket. He wasn’t your typical customer, but seeing him made something click in the back of your mind. You were too busy with answering questions and ringing up purchases to think about it, though. Part of you kept an eye on him as he wandered around the store, taking his time looking at books and wind chimes that just didn’t seem his style. As the rush finally ended, he grabbed a couple of pieces of fulgurite and headed to the counter.

“I was wondering if you might have some other items in stock in the back for a friend willing to pay cash? I’ve got some, uh, special items I’m in need of, if you know what I mean.”

You looked at the guy and sighed. Did your uncle have to deal with these kinds of lunatics when he had his shop? You stopped the thought there, remembering how many people thought your uncle was, in fact, the local lunatic.

“I’m sorry, sir, but everything I have for sale is already out on display. I can maybe look into ordering something for you if it’s in one of my catalogs and I can call you when it comes in?” You pulled out a pile of catalogs from under the counter and looked up at the man. He had that same look of confusion on his face as every other weird customer that had come in here. Like they just couldn’t believe you didn’t carry things other than what was on your shelves!

“No, ma’am, I’m not talking about things you order in catalogs. Is the shop owner here, by chance?”

“I am the shop owner, and like I said, I only have what you see on the shelves. There’s no back room with more stock; this is it.” The man huffed and gave you a frustrated look like you just weren’t understanding him. Your stomach twisted nervously as you watched him. He backed away while the only other customer in the store approached the counter and paid for their items. Once they were out the door, he came back to the counter and tried again.

“Look, you’ve got the star in your window, so you know who I am and what I’m looking for. I’m willing to pay cash, so you’re not going to get scammed, here. I’m completely out of devils’ shoestring and angel feathers. Do you have any in stock or not?”

You stared at the man with eyes wide and mouth slack. How many different times did you have to tell him? And what did the star in your window have to do with any of it? Your thoughts felt scattered at his agitation, and you took a second to compose yourself before replying. As you began to speak, the bell over your door rang again, indicating another customer was coming in.

“Like I told you before, sir, I don’t have anything that isn’t on display and I have no idea what you’re talking about. What is devil’s shoestring? And angel feathers?” You shook your head and saw the man’s face turn red. Just as he was about to open his mouth, your new customer opened his.

You looked up, and up some more, and there was your handsome customer from yesterday. He grabbed the shoulder of the other man so he faced him, away from you.

“Hank, man, stop. She’s a civilian. She really doesn’t have anything here.” You stared at the tall man in confusion, and just watched the exchange.

“But, Sam, the star,” the shorter man gestured toward the shop window, “and, you know, here, near you. How can she not…?” His voice trailed off as he looked at the taller man, Sam, then looked back at you, and shook his head in confusion. Then he seemed horrified and started sputtering. Sam turned him towards the door, putting an arm around his shoulders. You heard what he said next, but just barely.

“C’mon, man. Call Dean, tell him what happened here, tell him what you need and he’ll see if we have any we can spare and meet you at the bar.” Hank threw another worried glance at you over his shoulder and then let Sam push him out the door. As the door closed, Sam sighed, then turned around to face you. “I bet you have a lot of questions. Can we talk?” Now that the other man was gone and Sam was facing you, you felt your breathing ease up a bit. You nodded dumbly, then sat down on your stool behind the counter. “Um, I hate to cost you business, but can we close up shop for a little while and do this somewhere a little more comfortable? This might take a while.”

“Sure. We can go in the back room. I have some coffee sitting back there, if you don’t mind it being strong enough to melt a spoon.” You were still feeling a little dazed and you felt words coming out of your mouth with little to no feeling of control over them. Sam nodded, and you locked the door, put the closed sign up, and led him back to your back room.

In the back room, which was just big enough for a hot plate, sink, mini fridge, and a table for two, Sam sat down and you poured coffee for both of you. Though he seemed uneasy, something about him calmed you. Your brain kept shooting off alarm bells, but you felt your body relaxing, anyway. After you had settled down and had a sip, Sam finally spoke.

“My name’s Sam Winchester.” He held out a hand for you to shake, which you stared at for a moment before reaching for it with your own.

“Y/N Bowen. I’d say nice to meet you, but I think I’ll wait until after you tell me whatever it is you’re about to tell me.” You paused, looking down at your cup for a moment. “That man, and you, and at least one of the other customers that came in here asking for weird stuff, all mentioned the star in the window. That star is more than just something my family thought was pretty, isn’t it?” Sam looked at you sadly and sighed.

“Yes. It is. Y//N, your grandfather, and mine, were members of a group called the Men of Letters. The Aquarian Star was their crest. They investigated, and documented everything about the supernatural. Everything you read about in your uncle’s books is real, and they were kind of the librarians of the supernatural world. They worked with hunters, who take a more active role.” Sam cleared his throat and looked down into his coffee cup. “Hunters go after anything that, well, goes bump in the night, and take care of it. The Men of Letters worked with hunters, supplying information, tools, and other supplies the hunters needed to do their jobs. Having that star in your window tells hunters that you know what they are and you sell what they need.”

Sam paused, watching your face as you processed everything he told you. You took a deep breath and let everything he said wash over you. Your uncle’s books weren’t hard to read, just boring, really, though they talked about vampires and werewolves and ghosts. Well, until you factored in the idea that they were real. Suddenly, everything you had read seemed far less boring.

“So, vampires, werewolves, demons…they’re all real?” You gazed at Sam with eyes wide. Sam nodded.

“Did your uncle’s books talk about anything else?” Sam’s voice was quiet and gentle, but his words were still alarming. Your eyes flew to his.

“You mean, there’s more??” You felt your jaw hang slack. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Oh yeah. Lots more. Ghosts, angels, djinn, kitsune, gods, you name it. It’s all out there.” Sam paused, watching you think.

“And these Men of Letters, they, what, catalogued and experimented on them? And my grandfather was one of them?” Sam nodded. “How do you know that?”

“I went through the records and found some Bowens mentioned. I did a records search and matched the Bowens in the Men of Letters records to you.”

Just then, you heard a noise from the shop. Sam jumped up, reached behind his back, and pulled out a gun from the waistband of his pants. As he approached the door to the front of the shop, he motioned for you to stay behind him and stay quiet. Your brain fired more warning shots at you, screaming about a gun casually hidden in a waistband, but you told your brain to shut up. As he flung open the door, gun held steady in his hands, you saw a well-dressed man with a beard and short, dark hair standing in the open doorway. He smirked at Sam, and you watched Sam relax just a fraction.

“Crowley? What are you doing here?” You stayed behind Sam, peeking around him just enough to see the smug look on the newcomer’s face.

“Oh, c’mon, Moose. Put the gun down. You know it’s not going to hurt me, so why bother?” Sam sighed and put the gun back in the waistband of his pants, but kept you behind him.

“What do you want, Crowley? Why are you here?” You heard Sam huff angrily.

“Grab the girl, and get her back to your Batcave, pronto, or you’ll both be yesterday’s news.” Crowley turned to walk back towards the shop door, but stopped when Sam spoke again.

“What’s going on, Crowley? How do I know this isn’t some kind of trap?” Crowley stopped and turned back to Sam.

“Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend?’ Well, you’re in luck, today, Moose, because my mother didn’t appreciate your little bondage scene in the warehouse. Apparently whips and chains actually don’t excite her, after all. And now, she has the Book of the Damned, the codex to read it, and she wants you dead. So, as much as I might dislike you, I want her dead more, which means I need you alive. She’s been watching you, waiting for you to leave the protection of your little underground clubhouse, and knows about this one, here. She was going to just take this one and trade her for you, but, no, you’re here, too. You being here is just making her job easy, so stop standing there like a simpering idiot, grab the girl, and get the hell out of here!!”

You saw Crowley’s eyes turn red with small tendrils of red smoke appearing to wisp around them, and you gasped in fear. Crowley turned around and headed back to the front of the store, stopping by the door. Suddenly, your hand was engulfed in Sam’s, you quickly grabbed your purse, and you followed him to the front of the store. Just as you expected them to open the door, you saw Sam look at the books in the display case. Quickly, he ran behind the counter, broke the glass of the case, and grabbed as many books as he could hold. You picked up an almost empty box of pillar candles, dumped it out, and pushed it towards Sam. He dumped the books in the box, grabbed the pictures from the wall, and you both headed for the door. Crowley went out the door first, looking both ways before stepping out of the way. As you followed Sam to a beautiful black classic car, you heard Crowley’s voice behind you.

“Hello, Mother. Fancy meeting you here. What brings you to this end of nowhere?”

As you turned your head to see who Crowley was talking to, your vision was blinded by the light of a massive explosion. You felt yourself lifted off the ground and sent flying towards Sam’s car. Pain bloomed in the back of your head before darkness overtook you.

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[pirotehnist]

Farmer's Market Chapter 4

Oh, if only we could have seen the outcome of that question. How the room exploded into a heated argument. How 7 people shouting in unison sounded. God, they sure did know the farmer.

-Well, that was unexpected, whispered Toby.

-And uncalled for, sighed Monday before erupting in a shrill scream herself. Everybody SILENCE! her voice pierced the air, sharp as a shard of glass.

And it worked wonders! The benefit of being quiet most of the time.

-We need answers, and we need them quick, she explained. So? Anyone got something about him?

-I have an old photograph, with some numbers written on the back. His wife gave it to me when I was still alive and made me promise to keep it safe, I'll fetch it for you, offered Pica raising from her seat.

-And I have what looks like half a date, or an adress, from his son. But it might not be important. I think I'll just go back in my room, sighed Griffin.

-No. Either stay here if you can remember it, or go to your room to bring a paper, and come back afterwards, stated Salvador firmly.

-Fine, came back the huff. It's 13th, M. I'd be lying if I said I know what the M stands for, though. It might be a name too, or mayb-

Monday collapsed to the floor. Oh no. A vial of something bitter, with something to do with almonds. The hard feeling of bathroom tiles against the back of a head. A bitter friend, who she stopped calling a friend a long time ago. Recreational glass blowing, lost meals. And back again she was conscious on the rug of a living room.

-My corpse! was all she could gasp. Where is my corpse?

-Everybody stay back, ordered Toby. She's still getting flashbacks, she's disoriented.

Most nodded in understanding.

It took Monday about 10 seconds to get back on her feet as Toby helped her to the couch. Meanwhile, Pica came back. She held a photograph in her hands, of the farmer's wife in a field, and behind her...

-That's me, Monday remarked. Or, was, I think?

A glass statue just like her, but in one pice. And, on the back, a series of numbers.

Monday spoke again, and seemed uncharacteristically lucid:

-These are coordinates.

In 2 minutes the Lady had the numbers in the search bar of her phone. The location belonged to a house on a boulevard 15 minutes away.

-Could you show me the address? asked Salvador. Something seems familiar. Oh! he laughed. It's of a guy I know, Phillip Guthrie. I think he's hosting some kind of party tonight, at 10pm. He invited me but God am I lazy, I didn't even think about going!

-Could you bring one of us in? asked Toby.

Salvador threw his head back, roaring with laughter.

-One? This guy's so uncaring about who we bring over, I might as well come with all of you!

-I'd say that you should get Toby and Monday, and Griffin to come with you, piped up Adalana. Griffin has half an adress, maybe it'll come in handy.

-I don't want to go, chimed in a soft voice from the couch. Bring the Lady, I feel sick.

-I don't want to either, responded Griffin. I hate parties.

Salvador sighed and then smiled softly.

-Monday's excused. She fainted here, she might faint there. You mister, on the other hand, he chuckled as he leaned over the back of the armchair and grabbed Griffin by the shoulders, you gotta come with us. You barely go outside, you look like you're anemic!

-I don't look like anything, I'm invisible, you moron!

-We've seen you before though, shrugged the Lady. Pale as a wall.

-I am ALBINO! Literally what the-

-Oh relax, I'm just messing with you. What, like I don't look like a faux leather purse? she laughed, and Griffin snorted.

-So, we're set? Me, Toby, Adalana and Grif?

Salvador rubbed his hands together, but in a split second the grin was gone from his face.

-Do we all here know how to fire a gun?

-I don't, admitted Toby. Don't know why would I need to, though.

-My friends are not very safe people, the other simply shrugged.

-Toby doesn't need a gun, grinned the Lady. He seems to prefer close combat.

She winked. The real meaning behind her words, however, Salvador would only find out a few hours later. He didn't notice a good chunk of the other people in the room just left some time earlier, but even if he did he wouldn't have cared.

-Very well then. Let's get dressed. It's- he checked his watch -7pm! By 9 I need you all here.

Toby felt disoriented. He didn't have a "good" suit, fact which Lady Alligator picked up on quite fast.

-Do you plan on going out in that jacket of indiscernible color?

-'s the only jacket I have.

-I think I have an old suit at my house. I already have to drop by to grab some things, tag along. It's too small for me, and you look, what? 5'8? It might be good for you.

In the 75 minutes it took them to come back you could hear the house filling with noise, with everyone upstairs making a ruckus. Uncalled for, unneeded fashion tips coming from people whose knowledge came from different cultures and periods of time could be interesting sometimes, but not when arguments sparked up. As Griffin passed Toby in the hallway you could hear him muttering to himself about a "shitshow" and "lunatics".

Salvador, on the other hand, had the common sense of locking his door and only unlocking it when he absolutely needed to get out. Which was, noticeably, when he needed to take his head out of its jar and wash it thoroughly, accompanied by Marlene calling him "disgusting" and Maisie saying he's "uncultured". It didn't stop him though, and as Maisie pulled out some rubber gloves and bleach to clean the sink you could hear him and Pygmalion yelling at eachother across the house as they tried to remember who last used and where did they leave the hairdryer. A back and forth lasting about 5 minutes until Marlene had the courtesy to bring him the dryer, after which he promptly returned to his room and began dressing up while listening to a record he selected at random from his stash of disks.

The doors of the mansion were slammed open by Lady Alligator, in a strapless red dress, an even bigger hat that the previous one, and red lipstick slapped on. Followed by dear Toby, who felt a bit like a cat who got caught in the rain for some reason. The suit was just fine, albeit a bit too big. He still kept his old boots and his straw hat.

Griffin knocked on the door to Salvador's room, ignoring how improbable it was that the other heard him through all the noise. He opened the door just a little bit and saw the other one with his back turned loudly arguing on the phone, his words mixing with the music in the background. "Una mattina…" You have to admit that, if you're a certain kind of person, studying physics seems more important than learning a second language. And so, Salvador's argument sounded like gibberish. Pleasant, smooth, fluent gibberish is still gibberish.

-My God! "Stammi lontano"! Che cosa, è pazzo? Ridiculous, impossibile! Phillip sarà morto!

Salvador seemed to talk more with his hands than with his mouth, as he had the phone prepped up to his ear with his shoulder, and was gesturing wildly. He turned around and only came to a halt when he saw Griffin in the doorway.

-Sono occupato. Ciao.

He leisurely threw the phone on the bed and smiled back to the other man.

-Who were you talking to? I don't think I've seen you this angry. Must've been a real moron.

-Just a friend of Phillip's, I wasn't angry. By the way, don't you wanna get visible 'till we go there?

Griffin smiled.

-You're changing the subject, and lying real nicely. A friend? Now, I don't speak much Spanish but-

-That's Italian. I'm Italian.

-Whatever. I can still sense that the name of the guy we'll visit and "morto" in the same sentence aren't good news and- Shit! You said you're Italian? Why didn't I know this? And you have no accent whatsoever!

-"Where I came from" just never came up! And thanks, I practiced killing my accent daily when I was a teenager, he said dryly. You're not gonna hear it 'till I get drunk or tired. Which, by the way this night is going, I'll probably do before midnight. You should go and do the physics thing you do with the particles to get visible and then brush your hair, he spoke as he guided Griffin to the door, 'cause Toby and Adalana might be ready. Also, I think I'll have to arrive at the party half an hour earlier than you guys, sorry.

-Why is that?

-Might have an assassination to prevent, he simply said as he closed and locked the door behind Griffin, who didn't even have time to register what happened. And as the door locked and the music got louder, he had a feeling that from that moment everything was going to get more complicated.

#farmers market #salvador vince #griffin #lady alligator #mees monday #terrible toby #excerpts from my writing #my writing #writers #writer #writing #excerpt from a story i'll never write #writeaway #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writblr #chapter 4

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Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?

A sound so sweet, of you and me - 5 - First confessions

I guarentee this contains more Lutteo than the last episodes that aired! ^^ Not like it’s hard

Story: In a world where you only know who your soulmate is by calling them by their first name, Matteo soon finds that the smallest words can be the hardest to say.

Word count: 2k

“What’s wrong?”

A glare full of expectation settled on him, dragging Matteo down under its weight until he choked on his words. It’d be the right choice to tell her, the healthy one.

Yet, Matteo fought hard to gather the courage. He searched for it in his mind, in his stomach, in his heart.

Found nothing.

So, he searched for it in Luna. In the soft lines of her face, in the sparkle of her eyes, in the memories flooding his brain of all the times she made him laugh, of all the times she gave him a sensation of infinite happiness.

He found it the touch of her hand, in the little nod and the warmth spreading out in his gut just by looking at her.

“I didn’t see you a lot these last days”, he started, his voice trembling from the effort to find the right words. To not screw this up. “It felt like I didn’t see you at all, to be honest.”

Her smile disappeared. But her hand stayed right in its place, stroking the top of his own, and he needed nothing else to continue. “I’m afraid you’ll ignore us again when he comes back. That you’ll be glued to him and we don’t get to spend any time with you”, he held in, growing quieter, “I don’t want that.”

And you still haven’t answered my question, Matteo silently added, not daring to speak those words that burned his throat the most.

His words hit deep, that much was apparent, and it hurt him just as much. Not only did he fail to awake this brilliant smile, he managed to make her miserable as well.

Great job.

“I’m sorry”, Luna mumbled as she barely returned his look. Underneath the table, he discovered her dangling legs, how they almost bumped into the table due to her inability to sit still. “I didn’t know you felt that. Which, obviously, isn’t an excuse, but I got so excited and I wanted to use every minute of his visit and – that’s not an excuse either. Matteo, I am so sorry, really, I should’ve been a better friend.”

She sighed.

Her breathless ramble left him speechless – she cared, she really cared about him and how she made him feel, and she was so cute, too cute – so he squeezed her hand once, tried to let her know that it was okay.

“I’ll do anything to not let that happen again.” She cleared her throat, her voice growing stronger, more confident. Like a new sky on a dawning day. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Thanks for asking”, Matteo replied. And he meant it with every fiber of his being.

“Really, I never meant to hurt you”, Luna said, nothing but honesty glimmering in her eyes. “Hug?”

Matteo gladly agreed. Hugging her felt so much better than the last time, it felt like puzzle pieces falling to place, simple as that. One hug and his world spun the right way again.

“How about I’m buying us milkshakes and then you can catch me up?”

He chuckled, allowing his fingers to gently ran down her arms, “Only if you buy strawberry milkshakes.” Luna shook her head, although her laugh gave her away. “You little cannibal.”

On Monday, he discovered Luna at their table in the cafeteria, alone, waiting. For him. It shouldn’t make him as speechless as it did.

“Solare! Already here?”, he peaked over her shoulder but stepped back when she turned her head and she was close, too close. “My favorite astronaut!”

He felt her breath on his face.

Another step back. He didn’t want to kiss her in the cafeteria. (Kiss her yes, cafeteria no.)

Luna blinked one too many times, though whatever glimmer he noticed was gone as she cleared her throat. “Yeah, Gastón and Nina sneaked out to ‘talk’ before lunch” – she pulled a grimace, making him chuckle – “So, I thought I’d go already and wait for you.”

He sat down next to her and despite his hardest attempts to keep the fondness away from his gaze, he knew he failed. “How nice of you.”

A soft pink hushed over her cheeks like thieves in the night.

“How were your classes?”, Luna asked. Her eyes fixed the plate, her face still lighting up. “Boring”, Matteo admitted.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, meanwhile he searched for the right words. Tried combinations, different approaches, but nothing in his head sounded right. In the end, he blurted it out, because that was just the kind of effect Luna had on him, apparently.

“So, Tamara announced this competition yesterday and I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner.”

Luna choked on her lunch so hard, he almost called an ambulance. “Are you okay?”, he leaned in to her, patting her back. She shook her head, bowing over, rattling for air, coughing and coughing. When it finally came to an end, his touch stayed on her, no longer innocent help as he drew slow patterns with his fingertips.

She shivered. “Why me? Why not Ámbar? You always skated with her.”

He let go of her, turning to his lunch instead. The weight of her green sea pulled him down, away from the surface, away from the truth – Because I like you so, so much – and he cursed himself for clinging to the first available excuse as if it was his lifebuoy. “Because I feel like dancing with the moon, what’s wrong with that?”

Luna grinned, outright mischievous. Matteo didn’t dare to take a bite. “You know, that’s a joke Gastón definitely would have made”, she stated. “And if he knew, he’d never let you live it down.”

“Luckily you are not Gastón, moon girl.”

“You make it sound as if being Gastón was a bad thing.”

“What if it was?” he chuckled.

“So, you’re saying it’s a good thing not to be your soulmate?”, she mumbled, however clasped her mouth as soon as the words slipped out.

Surprised, he dropped his cutlery.

“That’s taking it a bit too far, don’t you think?”, Matteo replied.

Luna seemed uncomfortable, her hand played with her hair, again and again as she avoided his gaze.

With a soft bump in the shoulder, he silently asked for her attention. As she looked up, a question shimmered in her eyes, and he lost no time to answer it. “You still didn’t say if you want to skate with me.”  

A smile, and one that hit him right in the stomach at that. “Yes, why not?”

“Do you want me to tell you a secret?”, he asked her later, as they sat by the lockers to put on their skates.

“A secret?”

His hand wandered off, out of control, to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I enjoy skating with you way more than with Ámbar.”

Luna leaned into his touch, into his hand. Perhaps this was what melting felt like, like dissolving into a puddle of happiness and joy. “With Ámbar you could seriously win, though.”

He chuckled. “She’s only better for now. And anyway, I don’t care about winning. I only want to skate with you.”

“Who are you and what have you done to my astronaut?”

They only had a few minutes break between their morning classes and Matteo used them to chill on his desk, a little box of fruits his mom had packed him on his lab.

“Strawberries, nice”, Gastón commented and stole one, the grin on his lips that announced a pun. Matteo groaned pre-cautiously.

“Speaking of, how are things with Luna, chico fresa?”

He groaned a second time, since it was the first time in days he had heard this nickname. “She doesn’t call me that anymore, I’m only an astronaut now.”

Amused, his best friend stole a grape and threw it into the air to catch it with his mouth. After he swallowed, he shook his head. “Bro, you literally begged for this. You should have been happy with what you had.”

“First, I thought it was only a joke!” Matteo explained, not that it helped, Gastón’s puns and his teasing were two unstoppable forces, like a tsunami unleashed upon the shore. “But now she’s doing it all the time. I miss being a strawberry.”

“I think astronaut fits you better.” Gastón paused, glancing at his soulmate. “You’re over the moon lately. I mean you could even say you’re…”

“Oh no! Please, don’t do it.”

“…Lunatic.”

“I hate you.” Matteo sighed, still in denial over how bad exactly this joke had been, even for Gastón’s (already low) standards. “Do you know if it’s possible to return your soulmate and get a new one? Because I think I want a new one.”

His best friend pouted. “Why are you so cruel to me?”

Matteo shrugged and closed his lunch box when Gastón attempted to steal more food.

“But you could ask Luna if she wants to be yours.”

“Yeah, because that’s how this works.” He found no way to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “But you wouldn’t mind her”, Gastón said, as simple as counting to ten. As if it took no effort to find this explanation. Perhaps it was that simple, Matteo figured, and since he saw no use in arguing, he just went silent.

“Patience is a virtue”, Miguel told his daughter while they waited outside the gates, watching hordes of people leaving.

“Whoever said that clearly never had to wait for their best friend to land”, Luna mumbled. Her whole body buzzed from excitement, standing still wasn’t an option ever since Tino dropped them off in the parking space. Nothing calmed her down, not the smart comments from her dad, not the hugs of her mom, not even the memory of Matteo’s words and the sadness resonating in them. (Actually, thinking about Matteo turned her into an even bigger mess.)

Nothing calmed her down except the view of Simón walking towards them, bags and his guitar in his hand and the brightest smile on his lips.

When she hugged him, she felt the happiest she’d ever been.

“You have a crush on him.”

Taken aback, Luna lacked the words to reply. Hell, the words to think. Within two days of living here, and within one hour of Matteo and Luna training, he stated this in the same way he called her his best friend: like a matter of fact.

Luna wanted to cover up, if she only knew how to hide a truth she always had imagined as hidden, as a secret, only now to discover the contrary applied.

“…Maybe?”, she said after a quick glance over her shoulder, to check if Matteo stood out of hearing sight.

“I can’t believe it”, Simón grinned, like this meant good news, like he had waited for this to happen. “I can’t believe you have a crush on him! And you didn’t tell me! Is that why you never hung out with him when I visited? Are you embarrassed?”

Her cheeks radiated heat, she probably looked like a tomato. Or a strawberry. Luna hated this question, it reminded her of the guilt pit in her stomach during her conversation with Matteo, it reminded her of a mistake she couldn’t explain to herself.

She never wanted to repeat this mistake.

“I was just really excited to see you”, she argued. And crush didn’t quite fit her situation anyway.

Simón clicked his tongue, shaking his head, though his grin told Luna she had nothing to fear, “I told you I wanted to see every aspect of your fancy life here and yet, you deprive me of this… Come on, I want to know what he’s like.”

In the corner of her vision, she noticed Matteo skating closer, perhaps too close, hopefully not too close. “Simón!”, she shushed her best friend, “Could you please stop being so loud? What if he hears you?”

All her idiot best friend had to answer was, “Aww, you really have it bad!”

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #a sound so sweet of you and me #oh look the only chapter where i actually stuck to my goal of 2k #don't worry it won't happen again #like the next ones are pretty tame but watch me lose all self control around chapter 8 #anyway i hope you enjoy this

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DIVE Part 2

Here it is everyone! DIVE part 2!

Thank you so much to everyone who messaged and commented on part 1. It really means so much to me, and motivates me more than you know!

I’m also a lil bit drunky right now, so some feedback would REALLY mean a lot! lol

But for real guys, please enjoy part 2 of DIVE. Let me know what you think, also I may be taking some drabble requests soon! ;)

Enjoy, Lovebugs. <3

Taglist: @naturalmeadows , @xfirespritex , @wrestlingbabe

I stirred from my sleep, woken by a combination of the sunlight streaming in through my window, and my phone ringing like crazy. I ignored it, and ran to the bathroom. Literally, I can't hold my pee for more than three hours at a time now...

Did I mention how great pregnancy is?

"You're gonna kill me little one..." I laughed as I rubbed my stomach. This little on just loooves to sit right on my bladder. I walked out to the bedroom to hear my phone buzzing again. I sighed as I walked over to it, glancing casually at the screen.

"Oh shit!" I mutter as I slid the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

The gruff voice on the other end laughed, "Hey kiddo, how ya doin'? Did we wake you?"

I smiled, "'Course not, Hunter! Psshh, I've been up for hours, you know just...hitting the gym and--"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." HHH laughed, "Steph is here too by the way."

"Hey Ella, how are you feeling?"

I sighed with contentment, "I'm doing okay! I'm almost 5 months now, so at least the morning sickness is over."

She laughed before Hunter spoke. "So listen kid, we know you've been missing this place, and while we cant have you around the ring, we have an offer for you."

Stephanie continued, "That's right, and we were just wondering if you would be interested in being a backstage interviewer? We would make sure you wouldn't be put in harms way, and keep your segments from the chest up if you'd like."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Absolutely! God I've missed it so much! I--" My voice caught in my throat.

"Ella? You still there?" HHH asked.

I cleared my throat, "Y-yeah! Yes I-I am. Just one question, what side would I be on? Raw or Smackdown."

I held my breath waiting for an answer, Stephanie spoke softly, "Unfortunately right now, we only have a need for a Raw corresponder..."

My mind raced, I can't go to Raw...can I? Seth is there. He'll see me, and I'll see him and then he'll know. I don't know if I'm ready for all that.

Clearly the filter between my brain and my mouth isn't working, because before I knew it, words came flying out."Sure. I can do that!" I slapped my forehead. Smooth Ella, real smooth.

I heard a clap on the other end of the phone, "Perfect! We're gonna fly you up to Boston for Monday morning okay?" HHH asked.

"Sounds great, thank you Hunter, Steph...it means so much to me than you could ever know."

They both sighed, "Anything for you, kid."

---

For my first flight while being pregnant, it wasn't too bad. I walked through the airport glancing out the window to see the sun just kissing the horizon. I checked the time, 5:24 AM.

I yawned, mindlessly heading for the luggage belt, when suddenly I felt two pokes on either side of my ribs.

"Ah!" I jumped up and turned around, to see a gorgeous pair of hazel eyes staring me down.

"Nia!" I wrapped my arms around her as best I could with this growing belly.

She laughed as she hugged me, "My little munchkin! I've missed you so much!"

"What are you doing here!?" I asked, still breathless to see my best friend.

She continued walking with me to the luggage belt, "Hunter asked if I would be willing to help you get outta sight and to the hotel safely. So of course I said yes! I had no idea you were coming back though, no one really knows..."

Nia gave me a look that said everything. "Well, that's good. I still don't know what I'm gonna do, girl. I'm going to see him, it's kind of inevitable at this point."

She sighed, "Maybe this is a good thing. You are going to have to tell him, Ella. Not to be too blunt, but no matter what he's done to you, he has a right to know, It's his child too."

I nodded. I suddenly felt unbelievably nauseous, "Let's just get to the hotel, I think I need to lay down for a little before we go to the arena..."

---

I paced in my hotel room, waiting for Nia to tell me it was time to head out. I tried on multiple outfits, trying to find something that would hide my ever-growing bump, finally settling one on that wasn't the worst.

I flopped on the bed, feeling defeated and all around icky about this whole thing.

I let out a deep breath, "Alrighty little love, you ready to do this? I mean, I think I am." I rubbed my belly as I spoke to the little life just inches from my hand.

"You don't know this, but you're the reason I do everything now. You're what makes me brave and you're what makes me want to be a better person. I just hope I can make you proud of you're Mama someday--" I paused, "...I also hope your Dad doesn't bolt when he finds out about you."

My thoughts consumed me as I felt tears fall out of the side of my eyes. I don't think I've ever faced the reality of having to see Seth again, and I definitely never faced the thought of being a single parent. I never even thought I'd be a parent before 30.

I wish I knew what his reaction would be, but--I don't know him anymore. When we were together, we were so in sync with each other, but now I don't even know if any of that was real.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. "Come in!"

"Hey! Ready to get going?" Nia asked joyfully. I stood up, "Sure am, just let me put my dress on." I chose my black maxi dress, and a long, patchy denim jacket.

"Whatcha think? I picked this 'cause if you look straight at me, ya can't see the bump fully. The jacket hides it a bit too."

Nia smiled, "Looks great, Munch--let's go."

---

I walked through the arena doors with Nia before heading our separate ways. Despite having a nervous mind, my heart felt right at home. I followed the weathered paper signs straight to Hunter's office, and lightly tapped on the door.

I heard the shuffling of papers, "Yeah? Come in..."

My hand slowly pushed the door open. His heavy brow looked up from behind his reading glasses, and a warm smile spread from ear to ear.

"Hey there, Ella..." He said standing to hug me. "Hunter, how are you?" I felt so relaxed in his hug, he embraced me the way a father embraces a daughter,it was as though I could feel the love coming off of him.

"You're joking--you walk in here 5 months pregnant and you as me how I am? Typical Ella." he laughed. "Please, sit." HHH pulled the chair out for me before walking to sit in his own. "So how the baby? Everything look good, normal check-ups?"

I nodded, "Yup. He or She is thriving so I've been told."

Hunter nodded in comprehension before leaning forward on his desk, letting out a sigh, "Look kiddo, I know this whole...situation isn't ideal for anyone. I'm going to try and make it as easy a transition as I can okay? This is your home and I want you to feel as comfortable as ever. If you need anything, and I mean anything from me, you let me know. If you're ever put in an uncomfortable situation, I wanna hear about it. I'll do my best to keep the rumor machine down but you know--"

I interrupted his kind words with a small sob. I pulled a tissue out of my bag, "I'm so sorry...hormones." I said dabbing my eyes.

He reached across and put his hand on mine. "If this is too overwhelming for you--"

"No...I'm okay. I'm just not used to having other care about me as much as you and Steph do. I love you guys like you were my own parents, ya know? I just wanna make you proud."

"You do, Ella. We're very proud of how you're handling this, especially all on your own."

I smiled as I wiped more tears, and let out a long breath. "Okay, let's go do this."

---

"Oh my God! I can't believe this!" Sasha said her hands on my tummy. "What is it?! Is it a girl! I bet it's a girl."

I laughed, "I honestly don't know yet. I haven't been letting my doctor tell me." Which was true, I don't want to know. Not yet anyways. I stood up from the makeup chair, my hair put in a high bun, my lips painted a gorgeous plum color.

"Excuse me, Ella? We need you to set in 5..." A producer interjected.

"I'll be there." I smiled at the man in the headset.

"Who are you interviewing?"  Sasha asked, her gaze still set one my bump, "Not sure yet, I guess I'm about to find out."

I walked down the crooked corridor smiling. I don't know if its the pregnancy hormones or what, but I've never felt so many emotions all at one time. I was feeling so happy, so content with my choice to come back to work and see all of these incredible people. Despite the smile on my face, my mind never let me forget that somewhere in this building, the father of my child is waiting--ignorant of my presence here.

I approached the set and saw Dean, waiting to be interviewed. I exhaled, "Okay Ella. You got this. You can do this." I mumbled under my breath.

I walked over to Dean and tapped him on the shoulder. The look on this lunatics face was priceless. "Ella! How've you been, Darlin'?"

He opened his arms wide, ready to scoop me into a signature Dean bear-hug when he froze in his tracks. His eyes landed on my stomach, and slowly drifted back to my face.

"Wow, um...I mean listen, if you wanted a snack we have catering for that, ya didn't need to smuggle a watermelon under your dress." He smiled, his dimples showing.

I hugged him softly, "I've missed you, Dean-o."

"I missed you too, Els. Looks like you've been pretty busy hmm?"

I nodded, "Surprise..."

He kissed the top of my head, as he often did when he was trying to comfort me. "Congratulations, Els. You're gonna be one hell of a Mom. That kid--it's never gonna feel unloved, that's for sure."

The producers moved us into position, "So, Els...who's the lucky guy?"

"Ready in 10, folks!" A voice yelled from behind the camera.

I cleared my throat and held the my mic up ready for the cue. "Well uh, funny that you mention that." I whispered with a nervous smile.

"7, 6,5--"

I leaned closer to Dean to whisper so no one around us would hear, "It's...it's Seth...he's the father. He doesn't know yet." Dean's eyes widened but the countdown from the producer shook him from his frozen glare.

"3, 2, 1" Headset guy pointed at me, as the light above the camera went on.

"Hello, WWE Universe, Ella De Luca here with a one-on-one interview, with the one and only, Dean Ambrose."

Dean walked into frame, "Good to have you back, Ella." Dean said with a wink as he punched his hands together.

"It's good to be back, Dean. But onto the business at hand. Later on tonight, you will be going one on one with The Miz in a good ole fashioned Falls Count Anywhere match. How are you preparing for what's to come later tonight?"

Dean paused before he spoke, "Well that's just it, isn't it Ella? You can never prepare for something like this. But you know what? A real man doesn't run from his problems. A real man turns his problems into opportunities, and a REAL MAN, doesn't bail when things get tough--he gets tougher."

With that Dean walked off camera, leaving me gazing after him.

The light on the camera turned off, and the man spoke, "And we're out! Thanks guys."

I ran after Dean, "Thank you for that..." my eyes locked on my fidgeting fingers.

"Not gonna lie, it's taking a lot for me not to find him and punch him in the mouth."

"Dean, please do--" Dean was one of my closest male friends here, so he knew what happened between Seth and I those months back. ...He hasn't really liked him since then.

He put his hand up, "Don't worry Els, this is your business. But if anything goes wrong, you know where to find me."

I nodded. "I'll catch ya later, Kid. Gotta go prep for the ring." He rubbed my back before disappearing down the hallway.

I quickly ran to the dressing rooms to change into my comfy clothes. I pulled on my black leggings and my baggy gray WWE hoodie and slipped into my fuzzy Bearpaw side-ons.

I contently sighed, "Thank God, now my feet can breathe."

---

My phone was buzzing with texts from my friends on Smackdown, all of whom were so surprised to see me back on TV, and so happy to see I was doing well. Thank God the camera didn't pan down to show too much of the bump.

I was on Twitter replying to all the fans that were freaking out about my return. So many of them were confused as to why I wasn't in the ring, but I tried my best to ignore those.

Suddenly I heard a crash that sounded louder than a car wreck, I stood at then end of the hall, frozen, feeling the blood rush from my face, and panic rising in my chest.

...Seth. He was dressed in his ring gear, and he was right in HHH's face, screaming at him. "How could no one fucking tell me, Hunter!?"

"Seth, take a walk and calm down." Hunter said firmly. I have never seen Seth this irate. He slammed the door against the wall so hard it nearly flew off it's hinges. Everyone in the hallway either scattered, or moved as far away as they could.

He ran his hands though his soaking wet hair, "Are you fucking joking? No one is telling me anything and it's bullshit, Hunter! She's back and I have to find out by hearing her voice on the God damn monitor?!"

No one, and I mean, no one in their right mind would ever speak to HHH like that, not if they valued their job. Seth clearly was not in his right mind though.

"Rollins this is your last warning. Take a walk...now."

Seth shook out his nerves through his hands. "This is bullshit and you know it. I wanna see her Hunter." He spoke slightly calmer now.

"That's not up to me, Seth. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I really am."

My heart was racing, and my legs trembled beneath me. I was shaking but somehow, I was still frozen. I didn't know what to do.

He wasn't calming down, Seth's whole body was turning red, so I did the only thing I could think to do.

"Seth!" I called, quickly clasping my hands over my mouth.

Seth turned around, and his mouth fell open. Hunter sighed visibly, his hands on his hips.

"Ella..." Seth breathed, his face softening and his body relaxing.

Oh boy, I thought to myself, as I made my way down the hallway, Here we go.

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