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sigynpenniman · 3 years

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Julian Bashir Playlist Time!!

Apple Music playlist (if you're a heathen and subscribe to apple music like me) here

I know that there's plenty of people making playlists, but I really feel like this is an under-utilized brand of fan content. Instead of attempting to create a list of songs that Julian would listen to, or a playlist of songs which were all lyrically directly applicable (though there certainly some of those in here) regardless of genre, I tried to create something which captured, above all, his vibes instead, by choosing songs that balance at least somewhat relevant lyrical content with the energy or feel that I associate with the character. What it means matters, but not as much as how it makes you feel. That said, I signed up for apple music and read a TON of those overwrought iTunes store album review descriptions while I was making this, so I have a whole lot to say about all my choices here. In depth explanation of my symbolism and methodology behind each song under the keep reading. (I love tumblr. I want to write 1,000 words of analysis about why I picked songs to represent Julian Bashir and some of you are gonna read it. This is where I get to pretend to be one of those iTunes music writers. I feel joy.)

Good Morning - Two Door Cinema Club TDCC's Gameshow is high on my favorite albums of all time list for nebulous reasons I myself don't really understand. It was this album, though not this song (but one that will pop up later) that actually inspired me to make this playlist to begin with, as for some reason, from the color scheme of the album cover, to the overall vibe, to the ever-present references to illness, injury, surgery and healers in the lyrics, the whole thing feels inescapably Julian to me. And with an opening like I'm a sinner/I'm the victim/I'm an alien when I'm myself/I'm a healer/I'm a fixer/I'm a present danger to my health/I'm so strong/Doing what I'm supposed to do/ There's something wrong/With somebody like me, it's hard NOT to think about Julian when you hear this song, and I can't think of a better way to start this off.

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood I think there's a joke somewhere about bisexual people all liking Sweater Weather, and yeah, I resemble that remark. Sweater Weather is just good. You'll notice there's a sort of chill-indie-alt-electronic thing going here, and that is very much the vibe I'm sticking with. Sweater Weather slots in beautifully, both sonically and thematically. As the singer looks to warm and protect the person he's with from the cold, you can't help but feel a loving coziness coming off of this one. It always makes me feel cozy, at least, so it's here.

Gooey - Glass Animals I have nothing to analyze here because the artists themselves have said that the lyrics of this song have no meaning, they're just meant to capture a vibe, and capture it they do. Close your eyes and ride the vibes of this one. The energy is right, I love it, it belongs here.

Blue - Mika I could probably write a couple hundred words on Blue alone, in any context. This might be my beloved Mika's magnum Opus. Opening the song with the inherently counterintuitive lyric Blue is a feminine color, Mika manages to pack it ALL into this 3 minute song: questions about gender; concepts of sadness, joy, and their intersections; of the perception of melancholy as a flaw and loving people despite, or maybe because of, those "flaws" and anything else about them; a powerful first person reassurance that made me start weeping in my car the first time I heard it; just the phrase "why are humans cruel to you." And oh boy, ARE there questions of gender. Why is blue NOT considered a feminine color? Is that a good thing, a bad thing? In 3 minutes of artful poetry, Mika manages to wrap up sadness, love, joy, pain, the feminine that exists within the masculine and the masculine that exists within the feminine, in the simple color of blue and then, in one lyric, validates it all. And on a much simpler and more obvious note, this is in fact all a philosophic musing on the symbolic meaning of the color we see Julian wearing almost all the time (when he's not in uniform, almost all his civvies are also shades of blue.) I feel like this is one of those songs that's hard to analyze because it does what music and poetry does best - communicate something that cannot be communicated any other way. With these broad themes of loving others around the things they can't love about themselves, you can decide for yourself if this one is coming FROM Julian or directed AT him, either works. I find myself struggling for exactly the words to explain this one, but listen to it; you'll understand.

Little Dark Age - MGMT Another choice with no obvious lyrical relevance, but the tonal fit was just too good to pass up. The vibes pass.

The City - The 1975 This song is one of several present because it leans on medical symbolism to get its point across, though I would be lying if I said I fully understood what that point was. But the entire second verse, apparently about the song's subject suffering from some kind of illness and reassuring him that the next one's the M.D./You'll be feeling just fine, seems somehow to transmit the discomfort of illness directly to the listener. I don't know how or why, but the effectiveness of the empathy the second half of this song elicits, in me at least, puts it squarely in the "odd medical vibes" category.

Surgery - Two Door Cinema Club THIS is the song that inspired this whole playlist, mostly because of its title and general vibe. Another example (of many) of medical/anatomical references in this album (another of the songs is called Fever, etc), this song just feels like Julian to me.

The Other Side Of Paradise - Glass Animals I really like Glass Animals. That is probably becoming obvious. Aside from its delightfully cohesive vibes, this song opens with what's simultaneously the slyest and most brazen gay lyric I have heard on the radio recently, as the male singer says When I was young and stupid my love left to be a rock and roll star/HE told me... The song seems to be about a man whose male lover left him in pursuit of fame and fortune, and eventually ends up with a woman, leaving the singer behind. It's got simultaneously subtle and obvious gay themes, it's got confused love affairs, it's got so much bisexual energy. I cannot think of anything that could be more Julian.

Sit Next To Me - Foster The People Kind of like Sweater Weather, this whole song is built around a rather cute and sweet "sit next to me," and you can't help but feel a bit warm and cozy when you listen to it. I think it pairs with sweater weather well, and slides in with the rest of the picks very nicely.

Nothing Better - The Postal Service (the original band of the lead singer of Death Cab For Cutie) Another example of heavy surgical symbolism, the very first lyric of this song is Will someone please call a surgeon. This is actually a duet, and the singers speak of their real hearts to represent their emotional ones. Something about Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures always gets me and always will. And it vibes good. It vibes so, so good.

&Run - Sir Sly Sir Sly's &Run is my favorite song for driving too fast. It does an amazing job of musical onomatopoeia, talking about running while making you want to run. It's a song about running out of plans and running as far as you can instead, which is all very "I'm illegal by definition so I went to the farthest possible reaches of space." And like everything else here, it just feels good. It's also one of the only highlights here that I can actually see Julian listening to.

Cosmic Love - Florence and the Machine It's no coincidence that it seems like most of us who are invested in Julian Bashir are some flavor of genderqueer, be it trans, nonbinary, questioning, or something else entirely - the man's got a Gender with a capital G, and there's a whole lot going on in there. Between the words that were written for him on the page, and the words that were actually spoken, and the way he carries himself, Julian always seems caught between the white, western, and frequently toxic masculinity that the writers often seemed to want to imbue him with, and the very different, racially and culturally distinct masculinity Sid actually brought. But there's an undeniable element of the feminine in Julian too, at least by a traditional definition. The presence of this part of him at all, much less the fact that, in-universe, it's the more traditionally "feminine" parts of himself - the caregiving and nurturing aspects - that Julian seems proudest of or to like most about himself, is a large part of what makes his character so interesting, at least to me. So there was no way I was getting out of this without acknowledging that somehow, and I can't think of a better way to acknowledge a complicated relationship with the feminine side of one's own gender than with this world's own Celtic divine feminine, Florence Welch. I can't think of any better artist, at least that I know of, to represent femininity as a nonspecific ethereal goddess-concept. I basically spun the wheel of Florence here, as anything would have worked, but Cosmic Love felt very appropriate for a character who does in fact live in space. There could even be some Garashir in here, I think.

Dream Sweet In Sea Major - ミラクルミュージカル, or Miracle Musical, a sister act made up of members of Tally Hall I also couldn't leave off without acknowledging Julian's affection for classic lounge music, especially since it's the only thing about his taste in music that we actually know. But instead of tacking on some rat pack, instead I'm polishing this off with the incredibly chaotic and somehow also perfectly cohesive and calm Dream Sweet in Sea Major. It's got all of the vibes of a lounge singer but gone completely off the rails, which just seems perfect somehow. And it's also a very nice feeling to be left with, so it seems only right to put it at the end.

and if you've read all of this, I love you. Y'all didn't know I was this into music did you. but I am. oh boy. I AM.

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bechloeislegit · 4 years

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2019

DAY 22 - CALENDAR GIRL CHRISTMAS

Prompt comes from a Tumblr post by user rejection-isnt-failure: Chloe gets a very special Christmas gift in the mail. Suddenly, everything she knows gets turned upside down. Set after PP3. Not sure this is what you were looking for, but this is where my mind went.

It was the Monday before Thanksgiving and Beca Mitchell was nearing completion of her first solo album. She had been in L.A. for almost a year

One of her best friends, Stacie, was in L.A. to celebrate Thanksgiving with her parents. Today, Stacie and her daughter, Bella, was hanging out with Beca while Beca did a photoshoot for the cover of her album.

"I can't believe the studio thinks I need to look like this on the cover of my album," Beca said, looking at her outfit.

"You look hot, Beca," Stacie said as she rocked Bella in her arms.

"It's just not me," Beca said, pulling the front of her shirt up to get rid of the ample cleavage that was on display. "I don't dress like this on the regular. It's like putting a lie on my album. Plus, why do all these outfits show off my boobs."

"They're great boobs," Stacie said. "Plus, sex sells." Stacie reached over to pull the front of Beca's shirt back down to display more cleavage. "You want to sell the album, so the cover should be hot to draw people to it."

"Why can't they buy it because they like my music?" Beca asked. "And not because they almost get to see my boobs."

"These pictures are going to have every man and woman wanting a piece of Beca Mitchell."

"Every woman?' Beca asked with a raised brow. "I can think of one who would disagree with that."

"If she doesn't," Stacie said. "She's more messed up than I thought."

"She's not messed up," Beca said. "She's just in love with someone who isn't me."

"Why are you still defending her?" Stacie asked.

"I'm not defending her," Beca said. "She didn't know how I felt about her and that's on me. Do I love her? Yes, I do. But I never told her so I can't blame her for being with someone else. Someone who could tell her how they felt about her."

"Well, you're the only one who's not mad at her," Stacie said. "Brey is still livid. Chloe ran off with Chicago and has ignored us since. She doesn't answer calls or respond to texts. We're supposed to be family and you don't do that to family."

"We exchange texts now and then," Beca said. "She always asks about the Bellas."

"Why doesn't she answer us instead of asking you about us?" Stacie asked. "We left countless messages for her."

"In any of your messages, did you ever apologize to her?" Beca asked. "I mean, you all yelled at her and told her she was stupid for staying; stupid for leaving everything behind for some guy she just met. You all know how insecure she was about taking seven years to graduate from Barden and calling her stupid just added more to her insecurities. It's no wonder she cut off all contact after you all ganged up on her. And I can't blame her; I'd have done the same thing if you treated me that way."

"She doesn't deserve you, you know," Stacie said. "You're too good for her."

"She's still one of my best friends," Beca said. "I've accepted that's all I'll be, why can't you?"

Stacie shrugged as she had no real answer to Beca's question.

"Miss Mitchell," a voice called out. "We're ready for you."

"I'll be right there," Beca said. She looked at Stacie. "Are you coming out with me?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Stacie said.

Beca checked her outfit once more and led the way to, Jason, the photographer.

"Beca," Jason said. "You look amazing. We'll take a few shots of you in this outfit and then we'll need you to change. I believe we have four outfits to get through?"

Beca nodded and the photographer smiled. "Good. Let's get started."

Stacie stood off to the side as she watched Beca being photographed. She chuckled as Beca grimaced and the photographer tried to get some decent shots.

Stacie's smile fell as she thought about what Beca had said about Chloe. Maybe Beca was right. They did treat Chloe pretty shitty at the time and hadn't apologized. No one has reached out to her after the initial attempts almost a year ago. And, Chloe hasn't contacted them, but she could understand why she hadn't. If Beca can be okay with Chloe staying behind to be with Chicago, why can't they?

Stacie knows Brey misses her best friend. Maybe it was time to reach out and try and repair the Bellas' relationship with Chloe. After all, they are supposed to be family and Bellas for life.

"What a little cutie," a woman said, startling Stacie out of her thoughts. "How old?"

"Oh, um, she'll be a year next month," Stacie said.

"She's adorable," the woman said.

"Thank you," Stacie said. She looked at the woman as an idea suddenly popped into her head. "Do you work with the photographer?"

"I'm Jason's assistant, Dana Wells," the woman said.

"It's nice to meet you," Stacie said. "I'm Stacie Conrad, Beca's best friend. And I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"I'll do my best," Dana said, checking to see how the photo shoot was going before turning back to Stacie. "So, tell me what you need my help with."

Stacie and Dana continued to talk until the photographer told Beca to change into the next outfit.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

A week later, Stacie was back in Atlanta with Aubrey. Stacie told Aubrey about her conversation with Beca bout Chloe. Aubrey agreed that maybe it was time to contact Chloe and apologize so they could get their friend back.

Stacie also told Aubrey her idea and how the photographer's assistant helped her with it. They both agreed they should put the plan into action. Stacie pulled out her phone and placed a call to Beca.

"Hey, Beca," Stacie said when Beca answered.

"Hey, Stacie," Beca said. "What's up?"

"Brey and I were talking about Chloe," Stacie said. "And we want to apologize to her. Do you have her address? We want to send her an invitation to our Bellas Christmas Party. We know it will be short notice, but we thought that would be a perfect way to get her to visit."

"I think that's a great idea," Beca said. "Do you want me to text her about it? Give her a heads up so she has time to make plans and flight arrangements."

"Um, yeah," Stacie said. "But can I get her address anyway? We want to send her a Christmas card to let her know we're serious about wanting her back in our lives."

"Oh, okay," Beca said. "Hang on."

Beca went through her desk to find Chloe's address.

"What's happening?" Aubrey asked.

Stacie filled her in on what Beca had said and was waiting for Beca to find Chloe's address.

"Here it is," Beca said.

"I'm ready," Stacie responded.

Beca gave Stacie the address and Stacie thanked her.

"I'll text Chloe when we're done here," Beca said. "I'll let you know when I hear back from her."

A few minutes later, Beca ended the call with Stacie. She pulled up her text thread with Chloe and started typing.

Beca: Hey, Chloe. I have something to talk to you about. Can you call me? It's too long to put in a text. But, if you don't want to talk to me, I can send a text.

Beca knew that Spain was about nine hours ahead of L.A. so it was around nine-thirty at night there. She wasn't expecting to hear from Chloe until much later that night L.A. time or even the next day.

Twenty minutes later, Beca's phone rang and she was surprised to see Chloe's name on the caller ID.

"Chloe?" Beca asked as she answered the call.

"Yeah, Becs, it's me," Chloe said. "Um, how are you?"

"I'm good," Beca said, smiling. "How are you?"

"Same," Chloe said. "So, um, what's up? What did you want to talk to me about? I have to admit I was surprised you wanted me to call instead of just calling me."

"Yeah, I thought I'd let you decide if you wanted to talk to me or not," Beca said. "We've only been texting and I, uh." Beca took a deep breath and let it out. "I know I wasn't very supportive of your decision to stay in Spain. I was surprised that it was because of some guy. It's not like you to-. No, no, I'm not doing that. I miss you, Chloe, and I'm not going to say something that will have you ignore me, too."

Chloe doesn't say anything for a moment and Beca starts to panic. "Um, Chlo? Are you still there?"

"Yeah," Chloe said softly. "I let my hurt feelings keep me from my best friends; my family. It's just-" Chloe sighed. "I thought they would have been happy for me, you know?"

"I get it, Chloe," Beca said. "I do. It's just the way it all went down. No one was expecting it and I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about it."

"Thank you," Chloe said. She sniffled and said, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh," Beca said. "Right. Well, Stacie and Aubrey are extending an olive branch and want to invite you to a Bellas Christmas party they are having. It will be a reunion with all the Bellas and they want you there."

"Why didn't they invite me themselves?" Chloe asked.

"Well, you haven't been answering calls or texts from them," Beca said. "So, I told them I'd invite you so you had more time to consider it and make plans. The party is on Christmas Eve and everyone will be in Atlanta the day before and will be staying a few days after. What do you say, Chlo?"

"I don't think I can, Beca," Chloe said. "I was hoping to go home to spend Christmas with my family in Tampa, but I don't have the money."

"Oh," Beca said disheartened. "Um, I understand. I'll let Stacie know. So, do you think maybe we can talk again? I, uh, I miss our talks; I miss talking to you."

"I'd like that," Chloe said. "I miss talking to you, too. I should go; it's getting late here and I have to be up early in the morning."

"Oh, sure," Beca said. "Uh, give Chicago my best, and I'll talk to you soon."

"Definitely," Chloe said before ending the call.

Beca sighed and sat back on her sofa.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

It was an hour later before Beca called Stacie.

"Hey, Beca!" Stacie answered enthusiastically. "You'll never believe what happened."

"What?" Beca asked.

"Chloe texted Brey," Stacie said.

"She did?"

"Yep," Stacie said. "She said she had talked to you and then apologized for not responding to calls and texts. She also said she'd like to talk to Brey sometime if Brey wanted that."

"That's great," Beca said. "Did she tell Brey she couldn't make it for Christmas?"

"Yeah," Stacie said. "We're both disappointed but at least she's reaching out. Brey wanted to call her but it's really late in Spain so I think they made some plans to call tomorrow so it's a decent hour for both."

"That's good to hear," Beca said.

"Thank you, Beca," Stacie said. "Brey won't say it, but having Chloe reach out and want to talk to her has brightened her day immensely."

"Great," Beca said with a laugh. "I guess this means I can take back her Christmas gift."

"Honestly, I think you could and she wouldn't care one bit," Stacie said with a laugh.

"I'll talk to you later, Stace," Beca said. "Give Aubrey my best."

"Will do," Stacie said.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

A week before Christmas, Chicago was getting ready to leave for work. He opened the door to find the postman holding out their mail plus a package for Chloe.

"Thank you," Chicago said as he took the mail. "Chloe, there's a package for you."

Chicago quickly sorted through the mail and put Chloe's mail and package in one hand while he threw his mail on the small table by the door.

Chloe walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Chicago said as he handed Chloe her mail and package. "I'll see you later, I have to go."

"Okay," Chloe said.

Chloe took the package and sat on the sofa. She threw the mail on the table and ripped the outer wrapping off her package; an envelope fell out. She picked up the envelope and slit it open, pulling out a letter.

"Dear Chloe,

Brey and I are sorry you won't be able to make it to our Bellas Christmas reunion. We know the girls miss you almost as much as we do. But, probably not as much as a certain Bella (and you know who we're talking about).

We know you are with Chicago and we respect your choice. But, we also know that you didn't know you had another option to choose from. Beca was going to confess her feelings to you but was a few minutes too late. Instead of finding you to make her confession, she found you kissing Chicago.

Enclosed is a Christmas gift from us to you. Just look at it and I'm sure you'll figure out what to do.

Hope to see or talk to you soon. We do miss you, Chloe.

Stacie"

Chloe tossed the letter down on the table and picked up the wrapped gift. She held it in her hands before ripping the paper away.

"Oh, um, wow!" Chloe muttered when a picture of Beca in a red plaid shirt, and all but two buttons undone, came into view. She always loved seeing Beca in those plaid shirts.

Chloe flipped a page and realized it was a calendar and all the photos were of Beca. She flipped through each month, biting her lip when Beca looked hotter and hotter in each one. Some of the outfits did not look like something Beca would wear, but she did look good in them.

"Oh, my God," Chloe said and swallowed when December's photo was of Beca wearing a black blazer and what looked like nothing underneath. She was sitting on a stool, her bare legs crossed and one high-heeled shoe hanging from her toes. It oozed sexuality.

Chloe closed the calendar and then opened it back to December again. She closed it and threw it on the table.

Chloe ran both hands through her hair and looked down at Beca staring up at her from the cover of the calendar. Chloe fidgeted in her seat and ran her hands up and down her thighs. She reached for the calendar again, only to pull her hand away.

She bit her lip and whimpered slightly as she thought about some of the outfits Beca was wearing.

"What is happening to me?" Chloe thought to herself.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

The next day, Chloe couldn't stay away from the calendar. She'd hide it away and like a magnet, it kept drawing her to it. She'd open it and slowly go through each month, biting her lip and feeling herself getting somewhat sexually frustrated. Her frustration was heightened when she got to December. There was something about that picture and the playful look on Beca's face, combined with that outfit. Oh, my God!

Chloe was seriously considering taking care of herself when she heard Chicago's keys in the door. She threw the calendar in the drawer and covered it with some of her clothes. She closed the drawer and ran out to greet Chicago.

Chloe threw herself into Chicago's arms and kissed him passionately.

"Chloe," Chicago said pulling his mouth from hers. "What are you doing?"

"I need you," Chloe growled.

"Chloe, stop," Chicago said. "I don't know what is causing you to be this way, but you need to stop. I already told you I wasn't going to do the friends with benefits thing with you. I have a girlfriend and doing this will just make things worse."

Chloe got an embarrassed look on her face. She backed away from Chicago with her hand to her mouth.

"I, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," Chloe said before turning and rushing into her bedroom.

Chicago let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He pulled himself together and went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

Chloe threw herself on her bed and let out a shaky breath. She knew what she did was wrong but she was so worked up that she couldn't help herself. Truth be told, she was still worked up so she gathered a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. A cold shower.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Things weren't any better for Chloe the next day. She managed to stay away from the calendar but she had the hottest photos memorized and kept daydreaming about Beca being there with her. She no longer had a song as her lady jam; Beca's pictures were all she needed.

Chloe doesn't embarrass easily, but she found herself blushing when she heard Chicago come home just after she had finished taking care of herself while thinking of Beca. She rushed into the bathroom to wash her hands. She came out and could hear Chicago in the kitchen; it sounded like he was making dinner. She returned to her room and flopped back on her bed.

As soon as dinner was ready, Chicago knocked on Chloe's door.

"Hey, Chloe," Chicago called through the door. "I made some pasta and it's ready if you're hungry."

"I'll be right out," Chloe called back.

Chicago went back to the kitchen and set the table. Chloe came out a few minutes later.

"Thanks for making dinner," Chloe said as she sat down.

"No problem," Chicago said.

Chicago and Chloe ate without speaking. Chicago broke the silence first.

"So, do you want to talk about why you attacked me yesterday as soon as I walked in the door?"

"Oh, God," Chloe said. "I'm so embarrassed and so sorry I did that. Stacie and Aubrey sent me a Chrismas present and it kind of turned me on."

"What was it?" Chicago asked with a laugh.

"A calendar," Chloe said. "Of Beca and she looked hot."

"Oh," Chicago said, grinning. "Can I see it?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"No, you perv," Chloe said, slapping his arm and causing him to laugh.

"That hot, huh?"

"Yes, it was that hot," Chloe said.

"Are you going to go for it when you get home?" Chicago asked. "Tell Beca how you feel."

"I want to," Chloe said. "Stacie's note said that Beca was going to confess that she had feelings for me, but, I, uh, I kissed you first."

"Sorry," Chicago said with sincerity, but couldn't help the smile that came to his face. "It was a hell of a kiss though."

"It was," Chloe said. "I need you to know that I'm not sorry for our time together. I am sorry that it didn't work out the way I thought it would."

"I am too," Chicago said. "But, you were honest with me and I got a really great friend from it. So, when do you plan to tell Beca everything?"

"When I see her," Chloe said. "I just wish I knew when that would be."

Chicago wiped his mouth and got up. "I think I can help with that," he said as he walked to the table by the door. He had an envelope in his hand when he got back to the table.

"Here," Chicago said as he handed the envelope to Chloe. "Merry Christmas."

Chloe took the envelope and opened it. She pulled out what was inside and looked at it; she gasped.

"Chicago," Chloe said surprised. "You got me a ticket to Tampa?"

"I know you've been saving up so you could go home, but haven't saved enough yet," Chicago said. "And I also know that you want to see the Bellas again, so I got you a ticket home so you can be there for Christmas. It's one way by the way."

Chloe smiled at that and said, "You know I love you, right?"

"I know. And, I love you, too."

"So, you won't be mad if I exchanged this for a ticket to Atlanta?"

"We can do that right now," Chicago said, grabbing his laptop from the counter and sitting back down at the table.

Chloe got up and hugged the man. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Chicago said.

Chicago quickly did some checking and was able to change the ticket to Atlanta. "Done. You now fly out to Atlanta in three days. I'll help you box up your stuff you're not taking with you and ship it to your mom's for you."

"You're a good guy," Chloe said. "And I'm glad we can walk away from this as friends." Chloe grinned and added, "I bet your girlfriend won't be too upset to see me go."

Chicago laughed. "The one-way ticket was her idea."

Chloe let out a laugh as she sat back down to finish dinner.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Chloe nervously bounced her leg up and down as they got closer to Atlanta. She had already been en route for over fourteen hours, and she had been too keyed up to sleep for more than a couple of hours.

The captain made an announcement about descending and landing soon. Chloe only half heard what was said. All she could think about was seeing Aubrey, Stacie, and Bellas.

"Who am I kidding?" Chloe thought. "I'm scared to death to see Beca. What if Stacie was wrong? What if Beca only likes me as a friend?"

While Chloe was lost in her thoughts, passengers were already blocking the aisles and exiting the plane. Chloe remained in her seat until there were only a few passengers left.

Chloe slowly made her way off the plane. She dragged her carryon behind her and got on the escalator heading down to the baggage claim. She felt as if someone was staring at her and as she lifted her head, her eyes locked on those of her best friend, Aubrey. Tears filled Chloe's eyes as she continued to maintain eye contact.

Chloe ran straight into Aubrey's arms as soon as she cleared the escalator. She dropped her bag as her arms moved to pull Aubrey into a hug. The two friends stood, holding each other, mumbling, "I'm sorry" and "I miss you."

After a few minutes, Aubrey pulled back, wiping her tears, and looked at Chloe. "You look amazing, Chloe."

"You're not looking so bad yourself, Brey," Chloe said, wiping her tears as well.

"Let's get your bags," Aubrey said.

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

The next morning, Stacie was pacing back and forth in the kitchen while holding Bella.

"Babe, you're going to wear a hole in the floor," Aubrey said from the counter where she was cutting up fruit and putting together platters for the Christmas Eve brunch.

"I want to see Chloe," Stacie said. "It's been so long."

"I know," Aubrey said. "But it was a long journey for her to get here and she didn't get any sleep on the plane. Let her be and you can wake her up around eleven before the girls start arriving for brunch."

"Fine," Stacie said and stopped pacing. She put Bella in her high chair and asked, "What can I do to help with brunch?"

Aubrey and Stacie had been working together for two hours when Chloe appeared in the kitchen.

"Chloe!" Stacie squealed, running over to hug the half-asleep redhead.

"It's good to see you, Stacie," Chloe mumbled against Stacie's shoulder. Chloe pulled back from the hug and looked past Stacie. "Bella!"

Chloe hurried over to the young child. "You are so adorable! Oh, my gosh, you guys. She is just the cutest. Can I hold her?"

"Sure," Aubrey said.

Chloe took Bella out of her chair and put her on her hip. She kissed Bella's forehead.

"Hey, Chloe, I'm sorry I haven't apologized for being such a bitch to you," Stacie said. "It was unfair of me, of us, to dump on you for staying behind with Chicago. Brey told me you guys broke up. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Chloe said. "I understand. Let's just forget it and move on. I've missed you and the girls so much."

The doorbell rang and Stacie and Aubrey looked at each other.

"It's only ten," Stacie said. "Someone's super early. I'll get it."

Stacie left to answer the door and Chloe asked Aubrey if there was coffee.

"Beca," Stacie said, answering the door. "You're early. Why are you early? You're never early."

"I have a birthday present for Bella and wanted to give it to her before it got too crazy," Beca said.

"Her birthday isn't for a week," Stacie said.

"I know but I won't be here," Beca said. "I'll have to get back to L.A. for New Year's Eve. Where's Aubrey?"

"Um, she is in the kitchen," Stacie said. "Before you go in there, I have to tell you something."

"What?"

Stacie told Beca about getting some of the photos from her album cover photoshoot and making them into a calendar and sending it to Chloe.

"Why would you do that?" Beca asked as she stormed into the kitchen. "Aubrey, did you know about this calendar that Stacie sent to-. Oh! Um, Chloe, I thought you couldn't make it."

"My plans changed," Chloe said, bouncing Bella on her hip.

"I'll take Bella," Stacie said. "You two might want to talk and catch up."

"Thanks, Stacie," Beca said, glaring at her.

"Oh, wait here," Chloe said and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Was she talking to me?" Beca asked.

"I think she was," Stacie said.

"Why didn't you tell me she was here?" Beca asked.

"She wanted to surprise you and the girls," Aubrey answered.

"Where's Chicago?" Beca asked.

"It's in Illinois," Stacie said, laughing.

"Haha," Beca deadpanned.

"He's still in Spain," Aubrey answered, slapping Stacie's arm.

"What happened?"

"We broke up about six months ago," Chloe said, having heard the last part of the conversation. "It's okay. It was mutual. We both had feelings for someone else. We're friends now."

"Oh," Beca said. "Friends."

"Yeah," Chloe said. "Friends. Like you and Jesse after you broke up. We still care about each other but there's nothing romantic there."

"So, who's the new person you have feelings for?" Stacie asked, smirking.

"Well, it's not really a new person, per se," Chloe said. "This should answer the question," Chloe said, holding out the calendar for Beca to see.

"Stacie!" Beca said, flipping through the calendar. "Why would you send this to her?"

"I'm glad she did," Chloe said. "My memories of you were fading just a bit, but these photos brought them back and for that, I will be forever grateful. They're really hot!"

"I, uh, I don't understand," Beca said. "You, um, you liked the pictures."

"Mm-hmm," Chloe said, moving to stand in front of Beca. "Actually, I liked who was in the pictures. And I have to say, seeing the real thing is even hotter."

"Oh, um," Beca cleared her throat and blushed.

"So, I'm not going back to Spain," Chloe said, offhandedly. "I'll probably move back in with my folks in Tampa until I find a job or something."

Stacie and Aubrey were smiling and shaking their heads at Beca's obliviousness.

"Really?" Beca squeaked out.

"Yes," Chloe said. "But, before I make a decision I was wondering if you still had the outfit you wore for December? I'd love to see you recreate that photo for me. It's my new lady jam."

Stacie snorted and turned her head into Aubrey's shoulder to keep from laughing out loud at Beca's reaction.

"Your lady jam?" Beca said, confused. "But that's when you-. Oh!

Chloe got a predatory look on her face and moved closer to Beca. "I heard a rumor that you might like me."

"You did?" Beca said, looking over at Stacie and Aubrey before turning her eyes back to Chloe.

"I did," Chloe said, now standing so that she and Beca were almost nose-to-nose. "I hope it's true because I really, really like you."

"Really?" Beca squeaked out and tried to step back, but was up against the counter and couldn't.

"Really, really," Chloe said and pressed her lips to Beca's.

A moan or whimper escaped from Beca but she pulled Chloe closer and deepened the kiss. The kiss ended and Beca swallowed and looked around before looking at Chloe again.

Beca smiled and leaned in to kiss Chloe again. Chloe pulled out of the kiss and stepped back a few inches.

"So, Beca Mitchell, would you want to go out with me sometime?" Chloe asked.

"What are you doing New Year's Eve?" Beca asked. "And how do you feel about coming to L.A. to celebrate with me?"

Stacie and Aubrey's mouths fell open; it was a bold move on Beca's part.

"I'd love to spend New Year's Eve with you in L.A.," Chloe said and gave Beca a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh, my God, you two," Stacie said rushing to pull them both into a hug. "This is so exciting. I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Stacie," Chloe said and winked at Stacie, adding, "And thanks for sending the calendar."

Beca rolled her eyes and blushed. Chloe laughed and pulled her into another quick kiss.

"I should go shower and get dressed," Chloe said. "Before the girls get here."

Chloe started out of the kitchen when Beca smiled and asked, "Need some help?"

Stacie grabbed Beca by the back of the shirt. "Oh, no, you don't. You can help us get ready for the girls to arrive."

They could hear Chloe laughing as she continued toward the guest room.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Beca said, pulling out an envelope out of her purse. "This is for Bella's birthday."

Stacie took the envelope and opened it. "Beca? What is this?"

"I started a college fund for her," Beca said. "I figure it's never too early to start, right? And I put your names on the account so you can manage it."

Aubrey looked over Stacie's shoulder. "Beca, that's very generous of you. Thank you."

~ Day 22 of 2019's 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~

Several hours later, the Bellas were sitting around the living room, much like they did when they were still at Barden.

Chloe was snuggled up to Beca with her head on Beca's shoulder. Emily was sitting on the floor in front of Chloe, leaning against her legs. Flo and Fat Amy were playing bartender. CR was sitting on the floor, holding Bella who had fallen asleep. Jessica and Ashley were sharing a chair. And Stacie was sitting on Aubrey's lap in the other chair.

"So, Chloe," Fat Amy said. "What are you and Beca now?"

"Um, we're dating?" Chloe said, looking at Beca.

"I prefer something a little more exclusive, like girlfriends," Beca said, causing Chloe to pull her into a hug and kiss her.

"I knew it!" Emily squealed.

Chloe ended the kiss and said, "Girlfriend? I like it."

"You're her lobster," Jessica said and everyone laughed.

"Merry Christmas, my lobster," Beca said, smiling as she kissed Chloe.

"Merry Christmas, my lobster," Chloe said, smiling into the kiss.

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Out of luck. [ Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 6, 200 K +

Warnings : fluff, bit of angst

Summary : You have the most wonderful first date with Ben, wishing nothing more than seeing him again. The only problem is he never text you again after promised to.

Note : A little fluffy break in all these angsty writing on my tumblr ;))) Hope u like my cutie pies !!

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The butterflies in your belly were flapping there wings excitedly, bumping around each other due to your melting state. You were completely melting. That was the word. Ben was making you literally melt. He was so sweet, your heart beating so heavily against your chest, everything about him was practically perfect. Handsome, funny, smart and definitively a gentleman. It had been so long since a boy made a such good impression right away, it was exciting. And obviously a bit scary. You had the bad habit to get attached way too quickly before being brutally bring back to the reality. You really hoped this time this guy was serious because you did like him, a lot.

“Let me get that” The beautiful british immediately grabbed the bill from the waitress’s hands, smiling kindly at her.

“No, Ben, we can do half-half” You protested as you took your wallet from your hand bag but he was quicker, slamming notes on the table.

“My treat, love. Don’t fight me on this, I can be very stubborn” He winked at you and stood up as you did the same, he even helped you put your coat on !

You both exited the restaurant, sharing nervous but flustered glances to each other. It was the famous moment did he like the date like I did ? Or was he just polite ?

“Thanks for paying tonight” You smiled softly as you slowly walked on the pavement, hands bumping against each other, the two of you too timid to do the first step. “But I pay the next time” You blurbed out without thinking.

When a grinned broke on his face, your eyes widened as you processed your words, chewing nervously your bottom lip.

“So you want us to have a second date ?” His dimples were popping as he smiled, rather amused by your sudden red cheeks.

“Hum, I– I mean...if you want to–“ You ate half of your words, feeling incredibly dumb under his deep green eyes. “But...it’s alright– we don’t have to...hum see each other again...if you don’t want” You swallowed thickly when you managed to finally spit your answer, biting your nails as you were shitting yourself.

“I’m just teasing love. Of course I want to see you again” The blond stopped walking and grabbed your hand, squeezed it gently. His bright gaze looking sweetly at you. “I spent a really really good evening. I think you’re amazing. And pretty. Very pretty if I may had” Your heart fluttered strongly, drowning in these adorable compliments. He definitely know how to charm a lady.

“Oh, thank you Ben, you’re...really pretty too. I mean handsome!” You cleared your throat under the embarrassment you was creeping on you. How could be always so awkward ? “You’re really handsome too” You added and felt yourself blushed harder at Ben’s staring.

“You’re so bloody adorable” The blond almost giggled, shaking lightly his head. “Can I walk you home ? Don’t want to leave you right now” The british murmured, it was now his turn to have little patches of pink on his cheeks.

“I would love that” You swallowed back a girly giggle when he interlaced his fingers with yours, a wide smile painting on your features. God, you were already crushing too hard on this man.

The walk back to your flat was too short for your taste, a little fifteen minutes filled with laugh, awkward anecdotes and flirty glances. It was around eleven, the night had already coated London’s streets and you felt like these romantic, cheesy movies when you and Ben stopped at the stairs of you flat, looking nervously at each other.

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Your mind was screaming silently to Ben, you were too shy to do it first. He was so perfect and you were so...you, it was a bit hard to believe he was really into you. The british probably read in your eyes how much you were hoping he would kiss you or maybe it was the way your gaze kept flicking between his lips to his eyes. It wasn’t your fault, there were incredibly inviting, plump and well-shaped with a light shade of pink. You were sure he was a good kisser, an amazing one, this was–

“Are you with me, love ?” You blinked confusedly at he chuckled gently, biting his bottom lip.

“Sorry I zone out for a second” You confessed with a crimson face. What a creep.

“What were you thinking about ?” Ben asked as he tilted his head to the right side, his thumb rubbing softly on the skin of your hand. His touch was smooth and warm. God you hoped he would kiss you.

“Hum, I– I was thinking about Frankie!” You panicked and blurbed the first thing which came in your mind, slapping mentally yourself.

“You were thinking about my dog ?” He repeated with an arched eyebrow, a confused smile hanging on his pretty face.

“Yeah, I mean she was so cute on the pictures you show me, I can’t wait to meet her” You giggled awkwardly, tucking hairs behind your ears and internally screaming idiot idiot idiot! “God, I’m sorry, I sound so weird! I...so sorry. I don’t know why I said that, I panicked” You added in a flustered tone, he was making too nervous for your own good.

At your total surprise, Ben didn’t looked strangely at you or awkwardly but instead he laughed, pushing you against his chest, his head falling on yours.

“God (Y/N), I swear you need to stop being so bloody cute” You could feel his chest vibrating with chuckles, your hands still interlocked. “You’re too adorable” He let go of your hands and before you could be disappointed from the loss of contact, his large palm went cradling your burning cheeks, making you shivered at the warm and intimate touch. “Bloody adorable. And so pretty. And I really want to kiss you right now, if it’s okay with you” The british whispered the last sentence as you eyes fluttered at the tenderness of the moment. Blood was rushing at your temples and heart beating so quickly.

“Kiss me please” You practically whined, feeling totally overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. And these perfect lips teasing you.

The blond chuckled at your eagerness before brushing so softly his mouth over that you barely felt it. Bloody cute he murmured against you and dived back on your lips, and this time he gave a real kiss and you definitively felt like in a movie. If it was starting to rain in next minute, you would certainly pinched yourself to be sure you weren’t dreaming.

And there you were, melting again. Melting again his soft, delicious lips perfectly fitting with yours, kissing you over and over again. Your hands naturally found his waist as his own were still holding delicately your face. He stopped when you were both panting, eyes glistering with eagerness and happiness, your heart was bursting with love right now. Ben didn’t say anything and slid his fingers on your hips before bringing your closer, his pillowed lips finding yours in an electrifying way. Your hands travelled on his back, gently rubbed on his broad shoulders before terminating there exploration on his neck, linking behind it. His hot tongue gently grazed on your lower lips, asking for permission and – permission immediately granted – it was an amazing kisser. Not to much tongue or saliva but just the right mix between a hot, deep kiss and still keeping his softness, not throwing a show in the middle of the street.

“Woah” You couldn’t contain yourself when you broke the kiss, taking a step back to have complete look over the blond. “Hum, that was amazing” You murmured with a lovestruck gaze, head a bit dizzy from the overwhelming feeling of joy flooding on you.

He ran a tongue on his lips and you repressed a moan at the sight, this was incredibly hot.

“Agreed. Absolutely amazing” He nodded, his hands tightening around your waist, both of you lost into your gazes. “You’re amazing” He bumped his nose with yours. “Bloody amazing. I can’t wait to see you again” He gently nipped at your bottom lip.

“Me too Ben” you whispered back, your heart feeling heavy at the thought of him going back to his place. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. And once again, if you were in a movie, it was the perfect timing to invite him over for a last drink. Which would end up – ninety percent of chance – with the romantic interest sleeping with the main character. But here the thing, that not something you were comfortable with, usually you needed to know the person better before being intimately with this person. The trust, it was essential for you and invited a man you only saw two times in your life wasn’t in your habit, not at all. But when you looked at him, his sweet smile waiting for you to say these few words, your heart was beating so quickly but not with nervousness...just excitement. You wanted it, so much. So you did it. You pronounced these six words the blond was dying to hear from your mouth. “Would...hum, would you like to come in ?” You blurbed out, wishing he wouldn’t turn you back.

But of course he didn’t. His face litted up right away and shook his head, eagerness rushing through his blood.

“God yes” You both giggled, pink covering your cheeks and gazes sparkling with fondness and something else, much more powerful. Lust. He wanted you, it was all over his eyes, pupils slightly dilated as his large hands were still on your hips, fingers pushing into your exposed flesh. You wanted him as equally.

The two glasses of red wine were long forgotten on the coffee table, both of you too busy with each other, exploring bodies with soft, yet hungry touches. Ben was buried between your bare legs, lips alternating between kisses and nibbling on your sensitive flesh as his two of his fingers were inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.

“Oh! Oh! My god!” You squeaked in a horrendous high-pitched voice when Ben’s fingers hit that spot, the one which made your toes curled and your belly twisted in pleasure. Then his pillowed lips found your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue on it and you were done. You came in a strangle scream, against the blond’s thirsty mouth, lapping every drop of your juice until you fell flat on your sofa, your sweaty chest – only covered with this so innocent little white bra – panting as you slowly emerged back from our high. “Shit Ben, was so good” You breathed loudly, a giddy smile floating on your radiant face.

“You taste absolutely delicious, darling. Just like I know you would” His lips were on yours, kissing lazily each other, hands sneaking on your bare arse, pitching it cheekily. “I want you so bad (Y/N), so badly” His raspy voice, coated with need, was murmuring against your mouth, his hips slowly thrusting against your bare center as his hard covered cock was teasing you.

“I want you too, Ben. Want you to feel you inside me” You replied with a moan at the delicious friction was making the knot coming back in your lower belly. “You’re so beautiful” Your nails were gently grazing on his bare chest, your eyes roaming every inch of his magnificent muscles before ending on his perfect features, without a doubt you favourite part to admire.

He chuckled softly at your words, hand rubbing the globe of your ass. “Did you see yourself, love ? You’re gorgeous, fucking hot. Look at these thigh and this pretty pussy” He pressed a simple kiss on it, making you shivered. “So sexy”

So sexy. Ben called you fucking hot and so sexy. The bubbles of pleasure in your lower body were popping as the words sunk into your mind. Not bloody cute or too adorable like he was calling you earlier, which you had love for sure. But being called cute as being half-naked could have been a bit insulting. Depressing ever.

“Do you have a condom ?” He winked playfully and brushing his mouth on your jaw before standing up, only wearing his – now way too tight blue navy underwear. A beautiful sight. He shook the precious square protection and his eyes fell on your ass when you started walking away, motioning him to follow you. Which he did. Eagerly.

Ben wrapped his arms around your back, hands barely grazing on the inside of your thighs and his plump, warm lips found your neck, kissing and biting on the flesh. You let your head fell on his shoulder, your ass pressing strongly against his crotch, his dick poking on your lower back. When you couldn’t take anymore of this teasing, you turned around and grabbed his hand, bringing him with you on your bed. He fell on you, careful to not crushing you and your eager fingers immediately tugged on his waistband, freeing his painfully hard cock. You absent-mindedly bit your lips at the sight, red and leaking. All of this, just for you. And because of you.

“You sure you want that ?” His voice was soft, his eyes searching in your pupils any hesitation. But he didn’t find any. Only an inch of nervousness. “Don’t need to be nervous with me, love” He kissed you, not hungrily like previously but with an adorable sweetness, trying to calm your nerves.

“I want you, Ben. I’m just...nervous because it’s the first time I do something like that and, yeah, it’s making me excited and anxious at the same time” You rambled, fingers tracing the broad muscles of his right shoulder.

“You...you’re a virgin ?” The blond asked with a surprised voice, his green eyes rounds and confused.

You furrowed your brows and thought about what you just said. And yes indeed, it was pretty confusing. You giggled awkwardly.

“Oh my god, no ! That’s not what I meant, I’m not a virgin. Not at all !” You exclaimed, shaking your head with burning cheeks. Then you blushed even more, fuck, now he was probably thinking you were some kind of cheap whore, throwing yourself at every men you saw. “Shit, I’m not saying I sleep with all the country either ! God, I’m so awkward, I’m sorry”

You were crimson, feeling utterly stupid and a real cockblocker this moment. You should have kept your mouth shut instead of ruining the mood with your clumsiness.

“Love, relax, alright ? Don’t need to apologise for anything” Ben chuckled gently. “Tell me what bothering you”

“Nothing, it’s just the first time I’m sleeping with someone on a first date” You confessed and felt like a poor little girl, making a fuss of nothing. “I know it’s not a big deal but I usually wait longer and so I feel a bit nervous, I don’t want to regret it. If you don’t call me back after or something” You mumbled and rambled, eyes looking everywhere except in Ben’s direction. You were so embarrassed.

“Hey, look at me” His finger grabbed your chin and you said as he did, feeling vulnerable under his intense gaze. The fact you were naked only added more shyness on you. “I’m not forcing you into anything. If you want us to wait, we will. I’m not gonna sleep with you then disappeared, I’m not this kind of guy. I’m honest, if I want a one-night-stand, I would have tell you. But I don’t. I want to see you again, doesn’t matter if we have sex or not tonight”

You nodded timidly. Where did you found such a perfect gentleman ? You thought it was an extinct species.

“I really, really want you Ben” You replied before snapping the condom from his hands. You tear the wrapping and checked with Ben if he was okay with that before you rolled down the condom on his hard length, earning delicious little grunts from the gesture.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you driving me crazy” Ben groaned when you put your legs opened, inviting him closer to you. He grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip against your wet folds, your breathing increasing at the sweet torture.

The blond moved his hips and gradually entered into you, both of you cursing and moaning at the feeling. God, it felt so good.

The next moments were spent with hungry and eager touches, your fingers lost into his blond locks, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His thumb circling on your throbbing clit, making you saw starts.

His hips snapping against yours, slowly then quickly, fastening the pace at your pleading cries.

His delicious, pillowed lips kissing every inch of your exposed breasts, nibbling at your tits, tongue swirling around, making your back arched.

You walls involuntarily clenching around him when he hit the sweet spots he touched earlier with his fingers, giving you even more pleasure with his length into you this time.

Your bodies were interlaced together, both of you shivering, the heavy atmosphere smelling sex and sweat. A mixing you never thought you could enjoy that much.

There were grunts and moans escaping your throats. Whines, cries and whimpers were too, especially when you were right on the edge. Pleading and begging echoing through the bedroom as Ben worshipped every part of your body.

You kissed. So many times. Hotly and messily. Sloppily and deeply. Tongues brushing around each other until your out of breath. Love-bits left on his strong jaw before licking at the pretty bruise.

When you both came, you were panting but smiling dizzily, still recovering from the high you both reached. You didn’t regret it at all.

“I have to go” Ben whispered as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling at your sleepy face.

“Call me hum ?” You replied with a grin as he winked at you and left the room, murmuring a I will.

He had to go back at his place at an indecent early hours in the morning, to prepare himself for an important meeting during the same day. You were a bit frustrated to see him left so soon but you would see him another day, hopefully this week.

You were eating lunch in an old pub with one of your closest friend Tina, eager to tell her about your date night with the beautiful British. Okay you maybe kept under silence the fact that you slept with him. You loved your friend to death but she was a bit pessimistic and you didn’t need her to freak out and made you doubt too.

“Oh I swear Tina, he is such a sweetheart! And he was so funny and easy-going ya know ? I feel like I know him since forever” You gushed with dreamy eyes, chewing at a piece of bread.

“Well someone seems really into this guy” She gave you a warning look, taking a mouthful of her fish and chips.

You rolled your eyes at her reaction. "I know what you’re thinking but I swear he’s a good guy” You smiled softly at the thought of the cute face of Ben. "I’m not doing the same mistake twice okay ? I know he likes me too”

You had the bad habit to get yourself attached to quickly, friendly and romantically speaking and often ended disappointed. But this time you were sure Ben wasn’t taking advantage of you, you were a nice girl but not stupid.

“I’m happy for you (Y/N) but I’m also worried, I don’t want to see you hurt again” Tina smiled gently and took a sip of her tap water as you nodded, appreciating her protective behaviour over you. She saw you crying over men too many times. “Did he text you yet ?”

“Nop. But he told me he have some busy days coming so it’s alright” You replied with a shrug. “He will text me soon”

But he didn’t. Your date had been on the Sunday night and now it was Wednesday evening and still nothing. You were angry and nervous. And hugely disappointed. You knew he would be busy at work but a simple text wasn’t too much to ask.

You were mopping around in your flat, wondering if you should text him first. You did really like him.

“Why do you think Flynn ? Should I text him ?” Your black cat opened an eyes at the sound of his name — napping on the dinner table rather than in his bed — and let out of yawn before buried back his head under his paws, ignoring you royally. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s give him a last shot”

You pulled off your phone and searched for his contact name. Your fingers nervously drumming on the sofa, thinking about what you would say. You didn’t want to so sound to eager or bitter about the fact that he had been ghosting you for the past three days. But you didn’t want him to think you weren’t interested at all. You needed the perfect mix between that. You typed and deleted about twenty times before sending your text, heart beating awfully quickly about your ribs cage.

(Y/N) : Hey Ben, hope everything is okay at works. I was wondering if you were free Friday night for a drink ?

You were rather proud of your — casual but polite — text. Now you just needed to wait for his answer.

Which never came. You were livid. It was Friday night and you were at your place, cursing about Ben to your poor cat. You felt so fucking naive, he fucked you and now he was ignoring you, he already had what he wanted. How typical coming from a man. You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, in your usual and favourite pub but that where you had your date with Ben…the thought of maybe seeing him chatting other girls made your stomach churned. What a fool you had been, once again.

“Nah, sorry I’m feeling a bit sick. Maybe next weekend ?” You lied to your friend on the phone and cancelled every plans for the weekend. You were just feeling dumb and incredibly naive. Not in a mood to go out.

On Wednesday lunch, you were meeting with Tina in the new salad bar. You joined her at her table and fell on the seat with a defeated face.

“You were right” You murmured, your eyes staring blankly at the menu. “Why I always go for the fuck boys and the assholes ?”

“He didn’t text you back ?” You shook your head and rested it in your head, elbow propped on the table. "What a wanker” She sighed and cursed under her breath.

“I was so sure this time Tina ! He was so nice and all” You grunted in your hands, cheeks reddening at the feeling of shame. Ben probably had a good laugh when you made him promise to call you back.

“I know hun, men are really in pretending. Everything to sleep with a girl they want to. They’re pathetic, selfish and stupid creature” You chuckled bitterly at her words.

“I…I slept with him after our date” You blurbed out, it was even worse to admit. You were that girl who childishly thought after sleeping with your date, he would really call you back.

“You what ?” Tina’s eyes were rounds and shocked. But she wasn’t judging you, she had a fair share to first-date-shag too. She was just really surprise because like you said to Ben, it wasn’t something you did, ever.

“Yeah, (Y/N) finally trust a man enough to fuck with him on the first night and he never called her back, I’m a joke” You sighed bitterly. "I hate men”

“Me too, hun, me too”

“That’s it (Y/N), you’re coming with me tonight” You were buried under your cover, the new season of Stranger Things playing on your laptop. “We’re going to our pub and if you see Ben, then you could tell him to go fuck himself” Tina threw the cover away, making you whined pathetically.

“I watching something, can’t go out” You contested with a pout.

The truth was, you were feeling a bit — a lot — insecure after Ben ghosting on you. The date went so well, the sex even better, great alchemy between the two of you, so why did he never called you back ? It made you feel awkward and ashamed, saying he liked you then dumbed you like a dirty sock. Naive little (Y/N).

“Come on, jump in the shower. You shouldn’t watch that show, these kids have a better love life than the both of us” You threw her a pillow and reluctantly walked to your bathroom.

You needed to get over it. Alright, a boy lied to you in order to have sex with you and you stupidly believed him, and what ? You weren’t the first to fall in the trap and certainly not the last one. You will go out for a drink with your friends and have fun. And Ben could go fuck himself.

You were wearing your pale pink dress, it was really nice to wear because of the thin garnishment and it was falling above the knees with simple shoulders straps. You felt cute, not hot or sexy but simply cute. And that was just what you wanted. Not an inch of flirting tonight, you were out with your girlfriends and were strongly decided to not speak to a word or gave a glance to any man inside this pub, they were all devilish. Okay, maybe an exception for the barman because you would definitely need alcohol tonight.

You entered the pub with your three other friends around six in the afternoon and it was already difficult to find a good spot. You managed to get a booth for the four of you and you immediately felt better to be outside. You already gave to much attention to Ben, mopping about him for way too long.

"I’m gonna order our drinks, girls ?” Stacy asked as she stood up, asking silently your orders.

Everyone answered beers expect you.

“Sex on the beach hum ? Feeling frisky tonight (Y/N) ?” She winked at you.

“Just need to relax and have some fun after an exhausting week of boring work” You replied, trying your best to sound casual. The last three weeks had been spent thinking about Ben and why he never called back but that was your ashamed little secret. Only Tina was aware of it.

You chatted for a good thirty minutes, sipping your cocktail and cackling at your friends’ stories before the need to pee was to urgent to just ignore it. After doing your business, you washed your hands and exited the bathroom, drying your hands on your dress. You stopped at the pub and ordered another cocktail, humming quietly at the song playing by the band.

“Hi (Y/N)” You turned your head quickly, feeling cheeks burning with anger. No fucking way. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking but–“

You didn’t let him finish and threw your drink at his face as soon the barman slid it in front of you. The blond gasped in surprise at the coldness of the drink then wiped away the alcohol from his eyes.

“Asshole” You spat before waving at the bar for another drink, doing your best to ignore the blond at your side.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry but I swear it’s not like its look like !” Ben grabbed some napkin some the counter and patted them on his soaking face and tee-shirt. “Let me explain, please !”

“You’re fucking funny. So you didn’t get in my pants and never called me after ? Telling me specifically that you would call me ?” You groaned without looking at him, you were angry and feeling humiliated. Why he was even talking to you.

“Yes but–“

“Save it Ben. You’re an asshole who can’t even have the balls to tell a girl he just want a one-night-stand, it’s so easier to lie and promise thing. It worked with me” You cut him bitterly.

You read somewhere that men regretted the girls they didn’t sleep with but woman regretted boys they slept with. It was feeling absolutely so relating right now.

“I wanted to call you ! I wanted so badly !” He replied with desperation, feeling you slipping between his fingers.

“Why didn’t you then ?” You asked with an angry tone, arms crossed and death stare on him. “Find someone else to fuck ?”

“Jesus, no ! I broke my phone, okay ?” He dug into his pocket and took at his phone, his sticky digits – from your cocktail – were leaving print of the black screen. “Here, see ? New phone !” You glance at the phone and humphed sarcastically, not really convinced by the trick. You didn’t remember which iPhone he had during your date so honestly it didn’t change anything to your pissed-off mood.

“Great for you” You shrugged as you slid a note to the barman, taking your drink in your hand, ready to go back to your table.

“(Y/N), I swear I’m not lying ! I really like you, really really like you !” He grabbed your forearm and made you puppy-eyes, making your heart cracked up for a quick second. “Let me explain, please. I felt horrible for the past three weeks, thinking about you and how mad you probably were about me. I didn’t plan to ghost you after sleeping with you, I’m not like that” These big greenish eyes were sweating with sincerity and it made you doubted for a moment.

“You got five minutes” You moved his hand away from your arm and lay against the counter, sipping your cocktail.

“Okay, when I left your flat monday morning, I went home and I dropped my phone in the fish tank of my little nephew” The blond quickly explained, his face flushed with pink. “I know, it sound like a fucking lie but it’s not ! My sister went on holiday and I pet-siting the family gold fish, I was feeding him and answering a work e-mail at the same time and it just...slid off my hands, right into the water” He chewed nervously his lips, his pretty eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, desperate to make you believe him.

You shifted uncomfortably, he seemed sincere but how could you be sure of that ?

“And I couldn’t tell you because your number was on the phone ! I went to the phone shop but I couldn’t get back any numbers so I was screw. And I couldn’t remember where you lived, I felt so dumb but every building look the same and I didn’t know if yours was the 25A or 52A” Ben gave a timid smile, rubbing his neck in nervous gesture.

“It’s 140B” You commented with an amused grin, his face falling as he cursed loudly.

“Shit. I wasn’t close at all” His large palm found his forehead as he shook his head, murmuring about how stupid he was. “But I really wanted to see again ya know ? And the only thing I knew for sure that this pub was your favourite, so I came back here after work for the past three weeks, until I find you. Tonight.” You widened your eyes at his confession and his neck went crimson. “God, that sound a bit creepy, sorry” He added with awkward chuckle.

“You...you’re really did that ?” Now it was your cheeks which went pink. If that story was true, it was certainly flattering.

“Yes, I did ! You can ask the barman, he was worried to see me here every night. He even gave me a tract for Alcoholic Anonymous meeting” Ben replied eagerly, relief rolling on him as you weren’t not so defensive anymore. You hid a giggle behind your hand and looked at the barman, wondering if it was true or if you were just being naive. Ben caught your questioning gaze and called the barman. “Hey man, can you tell this pretty girl here, that I was there every night during the past three weeks ?”

“He is not lying, I found that a bit weird because I never saw him here and suddenly, he was there every nights the pub was opened. Then he told me it was about a girl and it wasn’t surprising anymore” The ginger man shrugged and went back to his work as Ben thanked him with a satisfied smile.

“See ? I was really hoping you would come back here” He said with a low voice, the atmosphere between the two of you had change at the revelation. Butterflies going crazy in your belly as you realised all of this story was just a big misunderstanding. “I am so sorry, I never planned to make you feel like I just used you for sex. I’m so glad you came here tonight and gave me a chance to explain” You curled your lips into a loving smile, he was so sweet. God, you were so relieved to hear that.

“I’m sorry for the drink” You said, your eyes looking at the big stain on his white tee-shirt. “And for the not really nice things I said to you earlier” Your cheeks flushed and Ben shook his head, bottom lip trapped between his pearly white teeth.

“Nah, it’s okay, I deserved it. I mean, that’s a normal reaction for what you thought I did to you” Both of your hands were on the counter, few millimetre away from each other, craving for some touches. His pads carefully brushed over your fingers, testing the water and you immediately interlaced them together, giving a little smile. “Can you give me another chance ?” The blond murmured with hope.

“Okay” You replied simply, heart bursting with joy. “I’m sorry I already bitched about you to my friends” You added with a giggle, both of you could feel the nasty glances from your friends.

“I guessed you did, yes. I’m gonna leave you with your friends before they bit my head off” He handed you his phone and you typed your number for the second time, hoping this time was the last one. “Can I see you tomorrow ?” His voice was nervous and hopeful, kicking the nest of butterflies in your stomach. “And no sex, I want to prove you that I’m not seeing you only for that. I mean, it’s definitively a bonus but if you want for us to wait six months before going back at it, I’m totally in, I don’t care”

You melted at his adorable face, flushed and stressed, his thumb rubbed on the flesh of your hand absent-mindedly. You chuckled and slid your free hand on his face, caressing his cheek softly. You bowed your head and gave him a kiss on the lips. He seemed surprise but didn’t think twice before kissing you back, his mouth smiling widely against yours, in a long but soft embrace.

“We don’t have to wait six months Ben” He breathed an oh thanks god, making you cackled. “What do you have in mind for tomorrow ?” You hand fell on his shoulder, rubbing it lazily.

“You could come with me and Frankie, we planned to have a little picnic in Richmond park, maybe a nap and some tanning. Oh, and of course, barking and running behind every ducks from the lake” You nodded with a grin. “If I remember correctly, you were pretty eager to meet my little girl, weren’t you ?” He teased you about the stupid comment you made when he was about to kiss you at your first date.

“Oh shut up” You slapped lightly his chest and your heart buzzed at his irresistible laugh. “If you drop the teasing about this awkward memory, I would to come with you and Frankie tomorrow”

“Everything you want, love” Love. The come back of the pet name made you pinched your lips harshly, keeping for yourself the giddy smile menacing to appear on your face.

“It’s a date then” You murmured and when he pressed his lips back on yours, a sweet sigh escaped your parted mouth, savouring his delicious taste. “Text me when do you want us to meet, okay ?” You squeezed his hands and walked back to your friends as he exited the pub, both of you sharing a last loving gaze.

“Girl, what was that ! Who is that hot guy ? Was it the one who didn’t call you back ? You kissed him ! Girl ! ” You friends harassed you at the very second you came back at the table but you didn’t mind, a woozy grin was floating on your features.

A little half and hour later, you felt your phone vibrated in your pocket. Ben. You bit your lower lip with excitement.

Ben : 11h30 tomorrow ? Would it work for you ?

Before you could type an answer, a second text appeared on your screen.

Ben : Ben sent you a picture.

It was a photo of his fridge and stuck with a magnet was a little post-it. On it was wrote (Y/N) : 07818******

Ben : Just in case something happened to my phone before tomorrow morning...don’t want to lose you again. Can’t wait to see you xx

You let an excited and girly scream of joy leaving your mouth, belly bubbling with delight and happiness, earning a surprise glance from your friends.

“God, he is such a sweetheart !”

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New Roommates - Ch.4

Word Count: 1971

Warnings: Language and fluff!

Author’s Note: Here is chapter 4! Enjoy! :))

“Sav!” Josh’s voice called out as he knocked on my door. I slowly opened my eyes as I woke from a deep slumber.

“What?” I mumbled, closing my eyes once again.

“Time to wake up! Get dressed and come to the kitchen!”

“Why?” I turned over and checked the time on my phone.

8:27. Way too early for a Saturday morning.

“Just do it, and don’t ask questions! If you don’t come out in ten minutes then I will go get Tyler and Mark to drag you out.”

“Okay!” I shouted back. I listened as Josh’s footsteps got further away. I stretched my arms and made sure to pop and crack all the necessary joints to start the day.

I threw on a pair of Adidas sweatpants and a black t-shirt. My hair quickly got thrown into a messy bun and I shuffled out to the kitchen.

“Happy first week of living with us!” the boys cheered in unison as I turned the corner into the kitchen. I jumped as I was not expecting them all to shout at me this early in the morning.

“I made us waffles!” Mark smiled down at the plate that was piled high with a stack of fluffy waffles. There were bowls of different fruit next to it, along with a bottle of whipped cream.

“What is this all for?” I nervously laughed.

“To celebrate that you have been living with us for officially a week now!” Tyler explained.

“This is kind of odd, but I will never pass up waffles!” I sat down on a stool and plopped a waffle down on a plate. They were still warm. “Thank you, guys!”

“Of course! Nothing but the best for the best roomie!” Mark teased. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m surprised you’re actually awake,” Josh noted. I glared over at him and crinkled my nose as I took a bite out of my waffle.

“I didn’t feel like being dragged out of bed this morning.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, Sav, now that you have been living here for a week, what are some of your favorite memories?” Tyler asked with a mouthful of strawberries.

“My favorite memories?” I pondered for a second while the boys shoveled waffles down their throats. “The first one that comes to mind is when we all played rage cage a few days ago.”

“Rage cage?” Josh asked and I nodded.

“I never really played drinking games with my friend back at home and it was really fun! Especially seeing you guys tipsy! Plus Kae was a good supervisor.”

“We need to get Kae to play, but I can drink for them!” Mark said.

Tyler shook his head, “Have you seen them throw a ping pong ball? You would get drunk so fast.”

“Hey! Don’t roast Kae when they aren’t even here to stand up for themselves.” I balled up my napkin and threw it at Tyler’s chest.

“I’m just speaking the truth!” he giggled.

“Another one of my favorite things about living here is having almost every meal cooked for me! Thank you chef mark.”

“My pleasure!” He pretended to curtsey.

“How does your head feel?” Tyler asked Josh as he tossed some Tylenol in his mouth and washed it down with orange juice.

“I’m not as hungover as I thought I would be, and to be honest, I am surprised I was able to wake up this early.”

“You woke up with a hangover just to surprise me?” I asked, putting my hands on my heart and sarcastically acting flattered.

“It was because I wanted the waffles, obviously.”

“Sure,” I teased back. Josh gave my shoulder a little shove as he walked past me and went to sit on the couch. I smiled to myself and looked up at Tyler and Mark who were exchanging glances.

Once I ended up finishing my plate of waffles and cleaned up, I headed back into my room to edit the photos I had taken at the football games from Friday night. I was really excited with how my photos turned out, and I was hoping to send some to the local newspapers and news sources for them to use.

I continued to edit my photos, occasionally getting distracted by Pinterest and Tumblr, while I waited for Kae to come over. We were going to go thrift shopping in downtown Columbus this afternoon. Kae said that they knew of the best thrift shops with the best finds, and they mentioned there is this really chill coffee shop that we could stop at as well which sounded perfect since today was such an overcast day.

“You ready!” My door flew open as Kae came rushing in and shouting at the top of their lungs.

“Holy shit!” I jumped out of my chair as they scared me. “You scared me!”

“Ha!” they cackled. I turned around and grabbed a pillow and chucked it at them. It landed right into their stomach. “Ouch!”

“That’s what you get!”

“It’s not my fault you get scared easily!”

“Just give me one second to put my shoes on and then I’ll be ready to head out!” I said and Kae nodded. They left my room, probably to go talk to Tyler, and I quickly tied my vans and grabbed my coat.

“Welcome to my crib!” Kae joked as they opened the door to their Red Kia Forte. It smelled like fresh laundry. They plugged their phone into the aux cord and started to play a playlist which consisted of Panic!, Queen, Paramore, and the occasional Fall Out Boy song.

“You have such a good music taste!” I complimented.

“Oh my gosh, really? I’m so self-conscious about it.”

“Why?”

“Having a boyfriend who is a musician makes you more aware of how others can be judgmental! But I am glad you like it!” They reached over and turned up the sound as Nicotine by Panic! blasted.

“Downtown Columbus is so pretty,” I said in awe as Kae found parking on the street.

“Have you been down here before?”

“LIke three or four times when I was younger and was visiting my grandma and aunt!”

“I love it down here!” Kae locked their car and started walking down the street. I followed close behind. We exchanged conversation about different movies we like, and hobbies that we both enjoyed while we looked in different thrift shops.

“I love this shirt!” I whispered to myself as I pulled out an old Death Cab for Cutie concert shirt. It was a little large but it was perfect because I enjoy oversized shirts.

“That’s awesome!” Kae said as they looked through jackets. “What do you think of this?” I turned around to see them holding up a vintage Levi’s denim jacket.

“Try it on!”

“Okay!” They slipped their arms through it and shrugged it on. It was a perfect fit.

“It looks so good, you have to get it.”

“It’s so comfortable! I can also put some pins on the pocket right here,” they pointed to the pockets on the chest. It looked really good on them.

“You get a jacket and I get a t-shirt!!”

“Sounds like a plan!” Kae and I headed over to the register to pay. My t-shirt ended up only being six dollars which was a huge steal. Kae’s denim jacket was thirty bucks, which is super good for a vintage Levi’s jacket.

We both ended up ordering the same exact thing at the coffee shop, and that was a mocha with whipped cream. We sat next to a window so we could look out and admire all the doggies that would pass by us.

“Hey, Sav, can I ask you a question?” Kae took a sip of their drink and set it down in front of them.

“Sure!” I shifted in my chair as I anxiously awaited their question.

“Do you like Josh? Like, like like?” They whispered.

“What?” I nearly spat out the mocha that I had in my mouth. “Who told you? I mean, yes, i mean, no, what?”

“Sav! It’s okay! You don’t need to get flustered.” Kae giggled as they handed me a napkin to clean up the mocha.

“Yes, I might have a little crush on Josh, but why are you asking? Is it obvious? Did the boys mention something?”

“Yes, Tyler mentioned that he might have thought you and Josh were flirting so I decided to get to the bottom of things!”

“Josh and I flirting? Like he was flirting with me too? I never noticed that.”

“I don’t really notice it but I guess Mark and Tyler do! Nothing is wrong if you like him, Sav.”

“Yes, there is! He is my roommate. I can’t fall for my roommate, haven’t you seen those movies?”

“This is real life, unfortunately, but I don’t think there is anything bad about it. You can’t control your emotions!”

“That’s exactly what my other friend said to me,” I sighed. “I just don’t know if I even want to pursue these feelings because what if he doesn’t feel the same about me? He has so many girls over all the time anyways.”

“I suggest just continue living your life, and just become closer to him! Friends, roommates, or even more. Don’t force it and let it come naturally!” Kae wrapped their arms around my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you, Kae. It’s actually really nice to talk about it with someone who knows him, I feel a lot better now.”

The car ride back to the apartment was longer because of traffic so Kae decided to show me different car games they like to play. One was the original slug bug, but then they also showed me popeye and happy slappy. Popeye is when you punch the top of the roof anytime you see a car with only one headlight, and happy slappy is when you slap the other person when they spot a yellow car.

“Ow!” I squealed as Kae’s fist came into contact with my shoulder.

“Happy slappy, yellow one!” they shouted. A yellow slug bug came passing us on the left side.

“You’re too good at this game,” I mumbled. I made sure to keep an eye out for any yellow car or slug bug the entire way home, but I ended up losing that time very badly.

Once we got into the house we were welcomed by Tyler and Mark who were in the middle of an intense Mario kart race while Josh was busy reading a book on the couch.

“We’re home!” Kae announced. “You like my jacket?” They did a 360 turn for the boys to see.

“That’s sick!” Tyler said. “Dang it! You distracted me, Kae!”

“Sorry, but sometimes I am more important a game,” they snickered and headed over to sit next to Tyler.

“Did you get anything?” Mark asked me and I nodded.

“I found this old Death Cab for Cutie concert tee!” I pulled it out of the bag to show everybody.

“Did you buy that because you know it’s my favorite band?” Josh teased as he looked up from his book.

“Not everything is about you, Josh.” I crossed my arms and glared at him. “Do you even know how to read?”

“Yes, in fact, I do! This book is about-”

“I don’t really care.”

“Well, in that case,” Josh closed the book and chucked it at me, barely missing my shoulder.

“Joshua! What if that hit me?”

“Then I guess would have needed to call an ambulance, huh?”

“You’re so annoying!” I rolled my eyes and turned to Kae who was raising their eyebrows at me. They definitely had a point that Josh was flirting with me, but I knew better than to get my hopes up.

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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Second in Command (Epilogue - Part 3)

Second in Command: Life as the “spare to the heir” isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you’re the supposed screw-up of the family, but people don’t know what really happens behind closed doors.

Rating: Mature

A/N: Every time I write that word epilogue up on the title line, I feel like a fraud because this is totally a sequel, right? Lol. Yep, definitely is. Anyways, I hear there was a cliffhanger in the last chapter that you guys have lots of feelings about.

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Her legs burn beneath her as her feet continuously hit the pavement and the music blares in her ears. She’s been running for an hour at the least, but she’s gotten to that point where she feels like she could still go on and not be dying the next day – that ever elusive runner’s high. But she knows that if she keeps going, she’ll be unable to work later tonight which isn’t an option. It’s her parents’ anniversary, and she promised that she’d work an extra shift at the pub so that they could go out to dinner and have a night completely away from home.

Sometimes she really wishes they’d get more employees than she, Will, and her parents, but while business is good, it’s not good enough for them to have enough employees for all three of them to take off regularly and leave Will in charge that much. But she doesn’t mind. She likes the work. She likes their customers. Most of all she likes when Killian comes in and sits with her at the bar, keeping her entertained when Mort and Joel are the only two people there and arguing over how the other’s favorite football team must have cheated during their last match.

So she turns around, slowing her run to her jog to cool herself down as she moves through the familiar streets, knowing that not a person has a care in the world who she is or how awful and sweaty she looks while making her way back to their cobblestone street and old wooden door. The hinges squeak as she unlocks the door, and she makes a mental note to try to fix that after she’s showered but before they open.

She doesn’t bother turning on any lights, wandering upstairs to find her parents making out in the living room.

“Oh, guys,” she groans, closing her eyes like some kind of reflex after years of practicing, “this is the common area. I don’t need to see that. Like, ever.”

“It’s not like we haven’t walked in on you and Killian, sweetie.”

“Mary Margaret, can we not bring that up? I’m still trying to un-see it.”

“I’m still trying to un-see this.” She opens her eyes and sees that her parents are now a respectable distance from each other, though still making disgustingly in love eyes. God, they need to get a grip. “Happy anniversary, you guys.”

“Thank you, Emma. You have a good run?”

“Yeah, but I’m going to go take a shower because I smell. Wouldn’t want to scare everyone away tonight.”

Her parents open up downstairs while she showers and gets ready to relieve them of their mini shift, throwing on her favorite pair of jeans and a button-down Killian left here last week. She doesn’t bother drying her hair, just throwing it up into a wet bun on the top of her head, twisting the strands into a top knot. It really doesn’t matter if she looks like a madwoman as long she gives everyone their alcohol, and by the end of the night, she looks damn nice depending on how much everyone has had to drink anyways.

Yeah, working in a low-key pub is a pretty good gig.

After her parents leave for their dinner and whatever else it is that they’re doing (she doesn’t ever ask or she’ll get far more information than she ever wanted), she tends the pub as usual, talking to their usuals and fiddling with her phone, texting with Ruby to pass the time. Killian’s at a state dinner, so he doesn’t have his phone. Frankly, she’s bored out of her mind to the point where she starts cleaning their already clean glasses just to have something to do with her hands.

“Hey, Emma,” Mort calls, raising his glass.

“Just a second,” she calls back, grabbing the pitcher of his beer before walking over to him and refilling his glass. “How are Catherine and the kids?”

“Good,” Mort answers, taking a sip of his drink. “Where’s your boyfriend tonight?”

“Late day at work. He’ll be here later.”

“Anyone ever tell you he looks like the prince?”

Her heartrate increases, practically pounding out of her chest, and she nearly drops the pitcher. After three years of Killian coming here, no one has ever said anything, and now Mort is. Shit.

“Yeah, I think it’s the beard,” she lies. “He’s a cutie, don’t you think?”

“I mean, maybe. He doesn’t quite have the same build. Too scrawny.”

“You want to tell him he’s scrawny?”

“No, he could still kick my ass.”

“Alright, Mort,” she laughs, taking a breath to calm herself, “enjoy your night, but don’t stay too late, okay? Catherine probably wants you home.”

Another hour passes before she gets a text from Killian, her phone chiming and a picture of them from Switzerland, their hair coated in snow, popping up.

Killian: Hi, love. I’m just getting finished. Hope you’ve had a wonderful day. See you soon. Love you.

“Is that the boyfriend texting you?”

“Shut it, Mort.”

Mort is long gone as are all of their regulars by midnight, and as it’s a Tuesday, she doesn’t expect more than a few stragglers coming in and out. But then the bell over the door rings, and she sees Killian walk in, usual hat on his head covered even further by a hoodie. He looks around, taking note of the empty pub, before walking over to the bar, sliding down on a stool and placing the white take-out bag he has with him on the counter.

“What can I get you there, sir?”

“A kiss would be nice.”

Cheesy goofball.

“Oh, that’s a very popular order tonight. I swear I’ve served at least ten.”

His features darken, his jaw ticking, and she throws her head back in laughter before leaning forward and pushing his hood off of his head.

“Hi, babe,” she whispers before cupping his cheeks, his whiskers rough on her palm, and leaning in to kiss him, lingering a little longer than she should and tasting his chapstick and whatever dessert it was he had at the dinner. There was definitely chocolate involved. “You have fun at the dinner?”

“Wasn’t bad, actually. I was bloody glad to get out of my suit though. Are your parents home yet?”

“No, they’re staying at a hotel. Why?”

“Because,” he drawls, reaching over and grabbing the bag he carried in, “I brought you food, and it would have been rude not to get them anything, especially on their anniversary.”

“Such a gentleman.”

“Always.”

“What’d you get me?”

“A cheeseburger.”

“Bless you.” She leans forward and kisses him again. “I love you so much for this. I’ve been starving and didn’t feel like opening the kitchen.”

“I mean, what else am I for but providing you with food?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Killian stays and chats with her, keeping her entertained while a few people shuffle in an out. A guy, obviously drunk, walks in and orders food, so she does end up having to open the kitchen, turning on the fryer and throwing the frozen crinkle fries they have in so that they sizzle. She begins cutting up the tomato for the dude’s sandwich when the fryer pops, and she jumps so suddenly the she slices her hand, the sting immediately overwhelming her.

“Oh, shit. Fuck. Shit, shit, shit. That hurts.”

Tears well in her eyes while she runs over to the sink, turning the water on and sticking her hand under it to try to clean it, but she’s bleeding too much and needs to wrap her finger and the part of her palm that’s been cut. She finds a clean towel, wrapping it around her hand and holding it tightly to try to stop the bleeding. The fryer pops again, and suddenly she remembers that she’s going to burn the place down if she doesn’t control this. But she can’t do that with her hand…damn, she’s going to need help. She was wrong saying she didn’t need Will tonight.

“Killian,” she hisses from the entrance to the kitchen. When he doesn’t look up, she calls again. “Killian, come here now.”

He hears her then, looking up from his phone and scurrying toward her, taking a step into the disaster of a kitchen.

“Bloody hell. What’s happening in here?”

“I cut my hand, slashed it open really, and I need you to man the fryer for, like, two minutes while I get the bleeding to stop.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m in pain, but we have to serve this guy. Just…just stand there and move the basket. Pour them into the other one when they get brown.” “Emma, let me look at your hand.”

“Killian, it’s fine. Just do this one thing, okay?”

It turns out that her hand is not fine, the bleeding continuing despite the pressure she’s applying, and they have to close down the pub and go to the urgent care center a few blocks over. Okay, well, she goes to the urgent care center and Killian sits in his car because she wouldn’t let him come in. She’s just going to need stitches, a minor thing, and she doesn’t need anyone recognizing him for this. He was pissed off, but he didn’t follow when she got out of his car and came inside.

After her finger and part of her palm is stitched up, she fills out the rest of the paperwork for her insurance before heading back outside with the smallest injury imaginable. Killian unlocks the car door for her, and she slides into the passenger seat. He doesn’t even say anything, grabbing her hand and inspecting her injury like there’s anything more to it than the eight stitches stretched across her skin.

“God, Killian, you’re freaking out over nothing.”

“I am not freaking out.”

She rolls her eyes and leans back against the head rest. “Yes, yes you are. I’d hate to see you if I was ever in the hospital for something serious. You’d probably have to be hospitalized yourself.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“Hey,” she chuckles, leaning forward and running her uninjured thumb over the apple of this cheek, “I’m fine. I’m always going to be fine.”

She wasn’t eating enough or drinking enough water. Her anxiety was too high, and she hadn’t been sleeping nearly as much as what was recommended.

Those are all of the things the doctor taking care of her at Medical Center told her before he casually slipped in that the only reason her schedule and lack of taking care of herself was a problem because she’s pregnant.

Because that’s a thing apparently.

She’s pregnant.

They weren’t even going to start trying until after this tour, simply enjoying life with just the two of them, and somehow they’re already ahead of the game. She guesses sometimes she can be an overachiever.

Holy shit.

This is…this is insane, and she can’t stop crying. She’s never cried this much in her entire life, and she’s honestly not sure how to make it stop.

Killian doesn’t know yet. He’d run down to get her a hot chocolate at her insistence right before the doctor came in, and instead of waiting for Killian to come back, she’d told him to go on. So now she’s got a mixture of anxiety and excitement and overwhelming love running through her veins waiting for Killian to walk back into the room. She’s also got tear tracks all over her cheeks from all of this stupid crying, and she already knows that he’s going to freak out before she gets the chance to tell him that she’s fine. She’s just…pregnant.

“Hey, darling, I couldn’t find you hot – ” he walks into the room holding an armful of snacks and a bottle of diet coke under his armpit, and he promptly drops them all in a chair the moment they make eye contact. God, he’s so dramatic, and all she can do is cry a little more, snot forming as more tears make an appearance, while Killian comes to sit on the bed. He cups her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears while his eyes scan hers. It’s eerily similar to what happened when she fell, though he’s not trying to pick her up and carry her like he had tried then, and a smile stretches across her face just thinking of how good of a dad he’s going to be.

God, they’re going to be parents. Are they even ready for that? Is anyone ever ready for that? She wanted this, wants this, and so does Killian. It’s just a lot right now and not at all how she expected to find out she was pregnant with her first child. It should have been a moment with she and Killian sitting on the bathroom floor or on her bathroom vanity and using one of the pregnancy tests that only brought her a hell of a lot of fear in the past. But it would have been simple and happy, and he could look at the test to know instead of her fainting and losing her mind in the hospital.

“Love, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Do I need to call a doctor? I can call a doctor right now.” She has to stop him from leaning over her hospital bed, the IV in her arm tugging the slightest bit, and the confusion painted on his face only increases when she twines her fingers through his and squeezes. “Emma, I’m really starting to worry. We still don’t know what happened, and I am freaking the fuck out with how upset you look right now.”

A laugh passes through her lips, and her entire body practically sighs in contentment while Killian freaks the fuck outin front of her, his blue eyes flooded with worry.

God, she hopes the baby gets his blue eyes.

And his ears.

Maybe his hair too.

There’s going to be a baby.

“So the doctor came in while you were gone.”

“Did he? What’d he say? Are you okay?”

“Babe,” she sighs, running her fingers back and forth over his knuckles. His skin is heated, a major contrast to the temperature outside and the air in this hospital room. “I’m fine. Dr. Hawkins told me that my schedule for the tour is what caused the dizzy spell. I wasn’t eating enough or drinking enough, so I’m hooked up to the IV for fluids. All of the crowds and the stress of making sure to do the right things were making me anxious and overwhelmed. And I apparently haven’t been sleeping enough for someone who’s about seven weeks pregnant.”

“Okay, so we’ll get you to eat better and force feed or drink or whatever your water and…wait. What did you just say?”

Killian’s lips are parted, and his eyebrows are practically at his hairline, the lines of his forehead increasing before he furrows his brows together and his grip tightens almost painfully around her fingers. He’s going to be so pissed when he realizes that she framed the news that way on purpose, but watching Killian figure out that he’s going to be a dad is one of her new favorite things…possibly her favorite thing.

This moment is going to be perfect even if it’s like nothing she ever imagined.

“I said that I’m pregnant, with child, knocked up, have a bun in the oven, however you like to say the phrase.”

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, his voice barely sounding in the room for how quiet he is before he’s releasing her hands and pulling her into an embrace. His hands are everywhere, running up and down her back or over her arms while his lips continue to press into her neck and her salty tears fall against his cheeks.

When he pulls back, there are tears on his cheeks that didn’t stem from her, the blue in his eyes even brighter, and before she gets a chance to wipe his tears away, he’s doing that for her, which only makes them form at an even quicker pace. She’s never been this much of a crier when it comes to being happy. Hell, she barely cried on their wedding day. But now she can’t stop.

“Are you truly, Emma? Are we going to have a child?”

She nods, and he beams, the most genuine joy painted across his face.

“We’re having a baby,” she confirms, blinking to clear her vision. “I love you”

“I love you, too.” He simply stares at her for a moment before his eyes go wide and he runs one hand through his hair, making it stick up all over the place. “I can’t…I can’t remember if you said you’re okay. You’re okay, right?” He releases her cheek to press his hand against her flat stomach. “And the baby? Everyone’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re fine.” She places her hand over his and squeezes. “I just can’t be on a non-stop schedule where I’m not eating or sleeping properly. And I’m not supposed to get too stressed, which reminds me that we have to put out a statement about my fall and us leaving and cancelling the last few events. And then we have to get the ND’s for the hospital staff and – ”

“Emma.”

“What?”

“Stop worrying about all of that. I’m going to handle it, and we’re going to work on getting you home, aye?”

“Aye,” she agrees, mimicking his accent without even thinking about it in the same way the she leans forward and kisses him without thinking about it. “I’m happy. Are you happy?”

“So happy I almost don’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real and apparently in my uterus.”

They end up issuing a statement saying everything the doctor said about the tour being too much stress on her body with her lack of eating and sleeping. She knows that very few people will believe that, and that the speculation behind the real reason will be front page news tomorrow. It’s something that she’s not used to, that she’ll never quite be used to, and while she’s learning to share parts of her life with the world, this baby is something she wants to keep to she and Killian forever. Or at least for a few weeks. That lasts approximately two days before they arrive home, deciding to cancel their trip to Maine, to find her parents sitting in the living room.

How did they even get inside? She’s pretty sure she didn’t give her mom a key.

Oh…Killian gave her dad one for Indy. Damn.

“You’re pregnant.”

She stops dead in her tracks, her feet halting and her carry-on falling to the floor while Killian’s hand finds the small of her back, a comforting presence if she ever needed one. She really needs one right now.

“Well hello to you too, Mom. It’s nice to see you after a few weeks away.”

Killian chuckles beside her before pulling her into his side and kissing her temple. “Be nice,” he whispers into her ear, his voice low and rumbling. “And tell the truth.”

She rolls her eyes at the last part. She most definitely was going to lie. She already has to share this with the world. Now she has to share it with her parents and Killian’s parents and likely Killian’s entire family. She loves them all, but she’s just not ready yet. The baby really isn’t either. It’s supposed to be just them for another month, but somehow everyone already knows.

(Okay, so passing out on a stage in front of hundreds of people is not exactly the most discreet thing in the world, but people should have a little more common courtesy.)

But she’d feel awful lying to her mom. She knows it’s irrational, but she already feels like that’s setting a bad example for her baby.

Oh shit. She’s going to have to stop cursing in casual conversation. It’s going to be like she’s always at a public event.

Priorities, Emma.

“Mom, Dad,” she begins, preparing herself for her mother’s scream and taking a deep breath, “I am seven weeks along in my pregnancy. It’s very new, and Killian and I were going to try to wait until I’m a little further along to say anything, especially with how we found out. But apparently you guys are Sherlock and Watson.”

“Are you…are you not excited, sweetheart?” Her dad takes a step forward, his eyes full of concern, and it’s then that she steps away from Killian, letting his hand fall from her waist as she embraces her parents, allowing them to hold onto her as tightly as possible.

“I’m so excited,” she whispers into her dad’s neck. “I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, and I’m being selfish in not wanting to share the baby. Like, at all. I just…I,” she sniffles, wiping her tears in her dad’s shirt. “I feel crazy and tired and my body wouldn’t let me eat a cheeseburger on the way home. I really wanted a cheeseburger.”

“Shhh,” David whispers, running his hand up and down her back before cupping the back of her head and leaving her mom’s hand on her back. “It’s okay. We understand. It was the same way when we found out about you.”

“It was?”

“I didn’t want to share you with anyone,” her mom admits, and she can’t help but bark out a laugh at thinking of her mom being private, “not even your dad. I’m sorry if we ambushed you. I just…you called to say you were fine, and it was just a dizzy spell. And then I got to thinking, and it just came to me. I was so excited to be a grandmother, and I got a little ahead of myself. And we were only really here to bring Indy back and – ”

“Mom.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m excited you’re going to be a grandmother, too.”

They sit and talk to her parents after getting Indy from their fenced in garden. Emma thought she was going to be brought down by how excited Indy was, her long legs practically landing on Emma’s shoulder as she licked everywhere she could reach. But then she saw Killian, and it was game over, the dog completely ignoring Emma and running to tackle Killian, her tail wagging at such a rapid pace. Ever since they got the dog and she’s preferred Killian, he’s always said it was payback for Alex betraying him and loving Emma more.

Maybe it is.

But jokes on him because she’s got Lizzie, too.

And soon, they’ll have their own baby to have these stupid arguments over.

Her hand finds her stomach, rubbing over the flatness. Killian was right. It doesn’t seem real. It seems like this is all some kind of dream that she doesn’t want to wake up from. A weirdly emotional and slightly nauseous dream but a dream nonetheless.

She finds Killian’s gaze across the living room. His eyes are completely focused on her, and when he raises his eyebrow in question, she nods in answer, smiling at him before returning to the conversation with her parents.

Her mom and dad promise to keep it a secret until they tell the rest of the family and close friends, and she almost believes her mom when she says it. As soon as they leave, she rushes upstairs and changes out of her jeans into a pair of pajamas, burrowing herself under the covers and falling asleep faster than she ever has. When she wakes, there’s a warm body next to, cradling her, and the way that Killian’s hand runs up and down her side, soft touches and gentle caresses that send pinpricks across her skin, makes her just as sleepy as she was when she fell asleep.

“Have you been watching me this entire time?”

“I have.”

“That’s creepy.”

He laughs against her neck before she tilts her head back and awkwardly captures his lips with her. They continue to move against each other until she releases him and turns in his arms so that her nose brushes against his and her hand lands on his back while the other rests between the pillow and his cheek.

“Killian, you can’t watch me like a hawk for nine months…or seven months. I’m pregnant, not incapable of taking care of myself. Especially right now. I haven’t even thrown up yet or done anything but feel tired and not like smells. I’m fine.”

“I know that I can’t, that you’re more than capable of anything, everything. But Emma we only found out you were pregnant because you fainted on a stage. And I know you. You don’t like to ask for help or slow down.”

His voice sounds desperate, broken, and she can’t begin to imagine how scary it was for him to watch her and not know what was going on. It was terrifying for her, the way her body didn’t feel like her body anymore, but waiting and worrying about someone you love is always somehow equally as nerve-wracking. And Killian’s not exactly someone who can tamper down his feelings most of the time, especially when it comes to her.

“I don’t want to slow down.”

He sighs before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed as she revels in the feel of his lips on her skin, his whiskers scratching her the most familiar feeling in the world.

“You don’t have to, but you have to be smart. And you have actual doctor’s orders to sleep more and to take care of yourself. Darling, you have life growing inside of you. Things aren’t going to be like they have been, and it’s going to take some getting used to.”

“As long as you don’t keep me inside of some kind of pregnant lady cage.”

“Damn. The bedroom down the hall is going to need some remodeling then.”

He’s joking, but it is. She feels like they just finished remodeling the house, and now they have to change another room. There’s so much to do, but they have time. Hopefully. She’s feeling a little – or a lot – overwhelmed right now, and as much as she came to accept her parents’ visit earlier, it didn’t help her. Honestly, it kind of pissed her off.

“I can’t believe my parents ambushed us like that.”

Killian’s hand begins running through her hair, pushing the strands back off her forehead. “Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset.”

“I am…I was. I don’t know. I love them so much and kind of accepted it for them, but I wish they hadn’t done that. If they understood how I’m feeling like they said they do, why would they put me through that?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s, like, they’re the greatest parents, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m older now or what but…sometimes I think they don’t think about me. I think their instinct is them first, which I get. And I totally understand mom being excited. She’s wanted to be a grandmother for a long time, but I…I just wish – I wish she’d taken a moment and put me first.”

“Emma, I – ”

“And I know that sounds crazy because they’ve almost always done that but – ”

“It’s not crazy,” he reassures her, his hand running up and down her arm. “Parents can upset us. We look up to them, and sometimes they let us down. That’s life.”

“Are we going to do that to our kid?”

“Most definitely, but darling, that doesn’t mean they’re going to love us any less as long as we don’t muck it up too badly.”

She sighs, nuzzling herself under his chin and taking comfort in having him, her favorite person on the planet, by her side. He drives her crazy sometimes, but she’s so in love with him it hurts. Right now, though, it’s doing the exact opposite.

“Are you going to think I’m crazy when I get even more hormonal and have a giant stomach and get pissed at you for breathing?”

“I will not. I’m already used to all of that.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, moving her arm and hitting the back of his head. “You’re an asshole.”

“Eh,” he protests, leaning forward and kissing the tip of her nose, his lips warm against her skin. “I’ve come to terms with all of my titles in life, and asshole is one of them. I’m excited to get the new one of daddy or papa, though. I think those have a nice ring to it.”

“I’m not sure I can call you daddy until I have a bump or else it honestly just sounds dirty.”

“Love,” he laughs, falling back against the mattress and pulling her with him, “you are absolutely ridiculous. I don’t remember renting naughty videos on pay-per-view last week.”

“Yeah well,” she presses a kiss against his lips before winking, “you’re a deep sleeper.”

She starts throwing up the next week, and she has to cancel all of her engagements because the thought of having to get dressed in something other than pajamas makes her sick. Literally. Everything makes her sick, and while she’s known pregnant women, read the books, seen the movies, she didn’t realize it would be like this. It’s disgusting, and while she’s always queasy, she never quite knows when she’s going to have to run to the restroom and lose everything she’s ever eaten and then some.

She hates it.

One of the best things to ever happen to her, but she hates it right now.

It’s also the reason why Brennan and Allison find out about the pregnancy when they were trying to wait until she was at least ten weeks along to officially tell them. They’d apparently figured as much after she was hospitalized in America – as did the rest of the world apparently – but they were waiting for she and Killian’s confirmation. The same goes with Liam and Abigail.

“Oh I’m so excited,” Abigail squeals, wrapping her in a hug and rubbing her back up and down. “Alex and Lizzie are going to have a little cousin. You’re just going to be the best mum. I know it already.”

Liam hugs her when his wife eventually releases her, and his embrace is much less tight. He does kiss her forehead and hold her close, though. “Congratulations, lass. I’m so happy for you and Killian.”

“Thank you,” she whispers back, tightening her arms around his waist and letting him hold her for a second before releasing him and going to stand next to Killian. She nuzzles her head under his chin, her arms around his waist, and he rubs his entire arm back and forth over her shoulder blades. His head falls against hers, his whiskers burning her skin, and she smiles into his neck.

So she has to share the baby with someone other than Killian. It’s not too bad right now, especially with these people who love her. The idea just took some getting used to.

But then Emma started cancelling events or sending Killian in her place while the Palace begin getting calls, aides talking, advisors making suggestions, and she and Killian had no option other than announcing her pregnancy.

“You sure about this, darling?”

“Yeah, they’re going to figure it out soon enough anyways. I’m ten weeks, our check-up yesterday was all good. I’ve only got, like, two or three more weeks until I’m supposed to start showing according to the million websites I’ve read and apparently everyone already knows anyways. Send it, babe, but with the cute picture at the basketball game. If we have to do this, I want to do it our way.”

Emma and I are thrilled to announce that we are expecting a child in the late summer of this year. It is an exciting time in our household, and we are bounding with joy over having a product of our love coming into the world soon. We thank you all for your support and kindness, and we hope that you all share our joy in these happy times.

Love Always, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (Killian and Emma).

She can’t take any more time off, so she heads back to work on the twenty-second, sliding into the front seat of the car with Thomas as he drives her to St. Stephen’s School.

“How are you feeling today, Your Highness?”

“Emma, Thomas,” she laughs, looking over to him while she fiddles with her engagement ring. “You can call me Emma. How many times are we going to have to go over that?”

“At least a hundred more and then maybe I’ll get it right.”

“Maybe. But I get it. You’ve worked for the family for decades. All of the rules are probably ingrained in that brain of yours.”

“You have no idea, Emma.”

“Ah, see,” she chuckles, her lips forming into a soft smile, “you’re already getting the hang of it.”

“You never did tell me how you were feeling, Your Highness. You’re alright to work today?”

So right back to the Your Highness. He’ll get the hang of it eventually. He has to. She can’t spend so much time with him and have him not call her by her name. If anything, maybe she can convince him to call her Emma and then get to work on him calling Killian by his name.

“I feel okay,” she honestly admits, slyly adjusting her bra from where it’s killing her. Damn sensitive breasts. Killian loves them because, well, he’s a man. She’s not liking them so much right now. “Just the usual things, but I’m ready to be back to work. And I couldn’t miss this.”

When they arrive at the school, she gets out of the SUV, slamming the door shut behind her and walking over to the school’s staff, greeting them and telling them how lovely it is to be here while accepting their congratulations on the pregnancy. There are flashes behind her from the increase in photographers, something she was warned was coming, and she tries to ignore it as she’s led inside and guided throughout the school and all of its recent improvements.

“Is there a particular age group you’d like to work with today, Your Highness?”

“No, no,” she assures Johana, “I’m fine with whatever, whoever. We’re working outside, right? In the garden? It’s a good thing it’s not too cold today.”

“That’s right. Do you spend a lot of time gardening?”

“Not so much me, but Killian does. He likes to be out there with the dog and sometimes our niece and nephew. I’m afraid I’d kill the plants.” “Well, let’s hope that’s not what happens today.”

They end up going to get the kindergartners to spend time out in the garden as well as a few older kids. Only the older ones know who she is despite the introduction, and she prefers it that way. If anything, her focus on children when it comes to her patronages stems from being able to help them, but the added bonus is definitely spending time with people who have not a care in the world who she’s married to.

Most of the time.

She’s outside in the garden, making a necklace of leaves with Matthew and Caroline, when another flash appears in her peripheral view.

“They’re taking pictures of you, you know,” Caroline tells her while she picks another leaf. “It’s because you’re a princess.”

“No, no,” she promises Caroline, reaching to tuck her red curl behind her ear, “they’re taking pictures of you. You’re special.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh yes you are, darling. Why do you think I came here today? I wanted to meet you.”

Caroline’s eyes light up while Matthew shows her the last leaf to finish off his necklace.

“Did you want to come meet me too?”

“Of course, Matthew.” She takes his necklace and drapes it over his head before doing the same to Caroline. “You guys look beautiful. Do you want to show your necklaces off to the cameras? Look just over there.”

She points to the camera before waving, wrapping her arms around them and pulling them closer. These are two sweet children, and she’s going to try to push her damn hormones down so she doesn’t break into tears in the middle of this.

She and some of the other children plant some new flowers in the garden for the spring and summer, and she promises to come back when they begin to bloom so she can see all of their hard work. At one point a worm crawls out of the soil, and there’s an absolute meltdown, a mixture of glee and terror at not knowing how to feel about the slimy little creature. It’s pretty hysterical if she’s honest, but the kids never do quiet down, squirming around while someone from the local wildlife preserve talks about and shows them a few animals in their care.

Lunch is served, and while they eat, she chats with the administrators of the school about their plans of using the outdoor area for both educational and recreational purposes. She’s so glad that the school got the money to expand. It’s a poorer area, their resources not as bountiful as a lot of the schools she lives near, and she’s truly excited and hopeful that this will make a difference.

And maybe she’ll get better at gardening at home.

When she gets home that afternoon after visiting two more schools with the same new implementations, she’s exhausted, falling onto the couch in the living room and flipping through the channels on TV until she finds reruns Downton Abbey, which is probably her most British concession…besides her mother and marrying Killian. That last one was pretty damn British.

Indy sits in her bed below her, snoozing after getting too excited over Emma being home. Her phone starts ringing, and she reaches over to its spot on the coffee table to answer. She thought it would be Killian telling her he’s on the way home, but Ruby’s picture pops up on the screen.

“Hey, Rubes.”

“You look tired on my TV, baby mama.”

“Geez, nice of you to say that. Aren’t you at work?”

“We have televisions in the diner,” Ruby answers, the sound of plates crashing coming through the speaker. “Granny keeps it on the news for some strange reason and both you and baby daddy were on there.”

“You have to stop calling Killian baby daddy. That makes it sound like he’s your baby daddy.”

“God no,” Ruby laughs, and Emma rolls her eyes before scoffing. “Not that he’s not hot or anything, but I think Graham might kill him.”

“Graham wouldn’t be the only one.” She turns the phone on speaker and sticks it in her bra strap while she walks to the kitchen, laughing at Ruby’s kidding around. “Is there a reason you called other than to tell me I look like shit?”

“Very beautiful shit, though.”

“Weirdo.”

She finds some leftover chicken tetrazzini in the fridge, pulling it out and popping it in the microwave before grabbing a glass of water.

“I know, I know. I’m the best friend. Anyways, I was actually calling just to chat. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. It’s been…crazy. You can come over this weekend if you want, though.”

“Can’t. Graham and I are going to meet his family in Ireland this weekend.”

“Rubes,” she squeals, pressing up on her toes to check the microwave, “no way. You’re meeting the fam. Are you terrified?”

“Absolutely. But he’d wanted to do it back at Christmas. I just couldn’t leave Granny. We’ve been together seven months now, though, and I’m kind of feeling like it’s time to do all of that big relationship stuff.”

“Huh,” she scoffs, the microwave beeping behind her, “would you look at that. Ruby Lucas is in love and settling down.”

“Shut up.”

“Nope. You tease me on a daily basis. I’m going to do the same to you. Girl, I’m thrilled for you, and honestly, don’t be too terrified. The meeting of the family is not the end all be all. Trust me.”

“Yeah, I guess you would know all of that. What the hell am I going to wear?”

She takes her tetrazzini out of the microwave while answering Ruby and grabs a fork out of their silverware drawer before diving in. It’s delicious and probably the first thing her stomach has really agreed with all week. The front door jingles, and she hears it close while Indy’s nails hit against the hardwood, obviously going to check on who just came in the door.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Killian greets when he finds her in the kitchen, Indy at his feet, before kissing her cheek and squeezing her hip.

“Hi, baby daddy,” Ruby yells through the phone, her voice echoing throughout the room.

Killian snickers, his eyes going wide before squinting as he tries to find her phone that’s still strapped under her bra. “Hello, Ruby. How are you today?”

“Wonderful. I’m going to let you guys go now. Killian, give your wife a foot rub or something because it’s your fault she’s knocked up. You should have used protection.”

“Ruby,” they both hiss while she practically cackles on the other end. “Love you, Rubes. Call me again before this weekend, okay?”

“Got it. Love you and baby daddy.”

She pulls her phone off her shoulder and hangs up before placing it on the counter and taking a few more bites of her food, reaching down to scratch Indy’s head instead of caving and feeding her.

“You already ate,” she tells her, and Indy just keeps looking up at her with those stupidly big brown eyes and the cutest little face. “This is my food, yeah?”

She looks up from Indy to see Killian sitting across from her on a bar stool, the softest of smiles on his face as he looks her up and down.

“What?” she chuckles, covering her mouth so food doesn’t fall out.

“You’re eating.”

“I’ve been eating for twenty-eight years.”

“No, I mean,” he circles his hands around, “you’re eating actual food, and you don’t look like you feel sick. This is good.”

She chews a bit more before taking a sip of water. “I know. The ginger mints I found help a lot. This afternoon was bad, though, but I made it through.”

“How were your school visits?”

“Good, I liked them a lot. How was the car plant?”

He smiles then, lips stretching and white teeth on full display. “They let me test drive a new car on the track.”

“What?” she laughs, her eyebrows practically hitting her hairline. “Did they have you wear protective gear?”

“No, I didn’t race, love. It was just a little thing. I’ve been driving for nearly half my life. I knew what I was doing. What did you think I was doing?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were just supposed to be touring it. I didn’t know they were turning you into a Formula One driver.”

“Look at you, saying Formula One instead of NASCAR. So proud of my little British woman.”

She scrunches her nose up at that before reaching her arms in the air and stretching, her shirt rising with the movement. “Your little British woman wants a foot rub or a backrub or something, and you’re going to give it to me because, like Ruby said, you knocked me up.”

She walks across the counter and places a kiss on top of Killian’s head, his hair smelling like sweat and product, before walking back to the living room, shucking her bra and shoes along the way.

February dwindles into March, the temperatures fluctuating between wanting to warm up and frosting the ground. It’s one of her favorite times of the year. St. Patrick’s Day was so fun to work at the pub, and while she enjoys her duties now, they’re not quite the same. Though, she has had an absolute blast her past two years handing out the shamrocks and serving Guinness.

Mostly, though, March is the month she met Killian eight years ago, and she always thinks of that as the calendar flips and spring begins to fade into view. Or really, when it’s pouring down rain, the water pounding against the roof and the windows just like the night he wandered inside and she had to ask him to change clothes so he didn’t ruin their booths��not that she ever did that for any of their other customers.

That’s what it’s like this morning, rain furiously falling down outside as her eyes flutter open and awareness slowly comes to her. Killian’s arm is wrapped around her stomach, something he’s been doing for the past few weeks, while his other bicep rests under her cheek. She’s not sure if it’s an unconscious move or if he’s purposefully doing it as some kind of protective move.

He’s always been protective. It’s just in his nature, and while sometimes it can drive her mad, he’s rarely overbearing. He knows and understands that she can take care of herself, so she allows him his little protective moments. Sometimes she kind of likes them too. She likes the way he always checks on her when they’re at an engagement or after they walk through a large crowd. She likes the way he opens doors and pulls out her chair when he gets to it before she does it herself. She really loves the way his hand always finds hers or finds her back, slyly rubbing up and down to soothe her.

It’s the way he was raised, royal protocol and all of his gentlemanly behavior, and while sometimes she just wants to close her own door and walk her own path, which she does quite often, she’s learned to appreciate these things in the right moments.

Now that she’s pregnant all of his little tendencies have increased tenfold, and it makes her smile thinking of just how good he is to her and to their child. He’s going to drive himself mad with worry and go prematurely gray, but he’s sweet.

She lays in bed for a few minutes longer, letting Killian’s breathing mixed with the sounds of the rain lull her into a sense of calm and drowsiness. Her nausea has begun to significantly fade, and for all the things for which she’s thankful, not having morning sickness at the end of her first trimester is at the top.

She did get dizzy again last week after waiting too long to eat while at an event, but she’d immediately sat down and asked Killian to go get her something to eat. Dr. Hudson tells her that’s completely normal, but she did tell her to keep some kind of cereal or protein bar with herself at all times. If she forgets, Killian remembers. He’s like a little pregnancy guru. He sits in bed at night with his glasses on and a stack of books on his bedside table. There are color-coordinated tabs in each chapter for certain things, and she knows that his phone has got to have at least thirty tabs open.

If her mom, Dr. Hudson, or the internet don’t know the answer to her question, her husband does.

She gently moves Killian’s hand off of her while she edges her body away. A part of her kind of wanted to take advantage of his morning erection pressing into her ass, but she desperately has to pee. So she gets out of bed, Killian flopping down into the space she’s left vacant, and heads into their bathroom.

On her way back to bed she passes the floor-to-ceiling mirror and like every morning, she lifts her shirt and tries to see if there’s any kind of bump. There hasn’t been, but as she looks today, making sure she’s not extending her stomach in any way, she sees one.

Just barely, but it’s there.

“Oh my God,” she gasps to herself, her hands running up and down the slight curve.

She can’t…she can’t believe it’s there. She knew it was coming, knew that she was pregnant, but knowing and waiting is totally different than seeing.

She has to show Killian.

“Killian,” she calls, her hand moving over her small bump, making sure it’s not going to disappear before she wakes him up. She doesn’t hear him move, so she tries again, “Killian.”

Sighing, she runs into the bedroom to find him sleeping away, snuggled against herpillow with the comforter covering his entire body unlike when she left. “Babe,” she urges, shaking him awake until he flips over and opens one eye to look up at her.

“What?” he mumbles, his mouth opening into a yawn before he jerks up, his eyes going wide. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she reassures him, finding his wrists and pulling him out of bed. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

“What the hell could you have to show me at,” he leans over to press her phone, the time popping up over a picture of the two of them and Indy from Christmas, “six in the morning?”

“You’re going to remember your grumbling in a minute, and you’re going to regret it.”

He raises his eyebrow, but he follows her into the bathroom, muttering things under his breath. She gets them to the mirror, situating Killian right in front of her.

“Okay,” she sighs, clapping her hands together, “you ready?”

She looks up at him to see him yawn while nodding, his hands running through his hair and making the strands stick up in a million different directions. He looks entirely disheveled, his beard too long and his chest hair sticking down in different places while his sweatpants ride up on his right calf and dip indecently low on his left hip.

“I’m ready, darling.”

Without saying anything else, she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground. Killian quirks his eyebrow again, and when he furrows them together, she points to the mirror. It takes him a few moments, but then his features light up and he looks back to her absolutely beaming.

“You have a bump.”

“I have a bump,” she agrees, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. “Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s beautiful, Emma.” He leans down and kisses her, their bodies pressing together until he pulls back and frames her stomach, looking between it and her eyes. “This was definitely worth waking up over.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He stares at her for a moment longer, his eyes full of adoration, before running into the other room with absolutely no explanation only to come back with his phone. “Here. Stand in front of your vanity. I’m going to get some pictures.”

“I look disgusting. I’m not even in the outfit we’ve been taking pictures in.”

“I don’t bloody care. We’re documenting this.”

“So demanding.”

“You’re going to thank me later.”

She moves to stand in front of her vanity only to reaffirm the fact that her hair is half on top of her head while the other is falling down her nearly bare back. She’s not even in a cute bra, but Killian’s right. She’ll likely thank him later. He takes a few pictures of her cradling it, which his honestly pretty hard to do when she really only looks a little bloated, and she laughs at how serious he is in the whole thing.

“I love you, ya weirdo,” she gushes to him when they’re flipping through the photos later, cuddled up in bed with Indy curled at the foot of the bed sleeping after they took her out.

He wraps his free arm around her shoulder before kissing her temple. She sighs into it, her hand rubbing up and down his back. “I love you, too, wild woman.”

“Wild woman?”

“Look at your hair here.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, hitting his back and looking at the way her hair really is wild and all over the place, curled in some places and straight in others as it falls out of its bun on top of head. “I told you to let me fix myself up.”

“No, no,” Killian promises, kissing the top of her head so softly she barely feels it. “It’s perfect this way.”

#second in command #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fic

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thexsisters · 7 years

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2017

A lot has happened in 2017 for me. I started the year out getting incredibly sick and I had my first ever foot injury without being in any kind of sports. Haha. The month of January was awful. Let me tell you. But some of you know. Because you were there for me.

A few months speeding up to March and something really scary happened to my grandpa. Something that I wasn’t sure he could come back from. You guys helped me. Some of you more than others but what matters was that some of you reached out. Even if it was just once and only for a few minutes. Lord knows you all have your own lives too.

My grandpa is now nearly back to the way he was. It’s our miracle of 2017 for sure. I then went to the beach for the first time ever in May and it was a blast! I can’t wait to go to a different beach next year. As long as I don’t see any sharks because for real I may live in Ohio but sharks are my greatest fear, okay???

August started out as one of the most thrilling months of 2017 but within a week it became the worst month of 2017. I had been waiting to move out for so long and when I finally got my chance, I was played and lied to. Like usual. I think on some level I’m cursed. For reals. But anyway, August sucked. But you guys were there. You were. You got me through it.

2017 was also the year I finally learned what all the hype was about this group called BTS. I knew they were popular but I was just so hooked on VIXX that I wasn’t really ready to listen to anything else. And then I came back from my beach vacation in May and the Billboard awards was on. I was like “Oh cool! Kpop is making us proud with that BTS group!” And that was all it took for me to become a baby Army~

In the process of getting sucked into the fandom, I have met so many wonderful people! Army is a fandom that, like many, have good apples and bad apples. But I’m one of the lucky ones that have met nothing but good apples~ I’m very fortunate for that. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. You guys put up with my Jungkook spams and BTS trash posts in general. Haha!

Thank you

@grxnadxs

Chrissy. My adorable turtle with the cute shell~ Sometimes I imagine us just chilling in your shell while you tell me about things like your book cause I’m a huge fangirl, okay? But not just your book, I often imagine us talking about life and how I wish I could do more for you as a friend. If I could tattoo any quote to your body, it would be the famous quote by Christopher Robin. “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” You fight so many battles in your life. And even when you don’t always win those battles, you never give up the war. That takes real bravery, strength, and smarts. Gosh Chrissy. You’re one of the smartest girls I know. But I also know how anxiety has it’s way of clouding those smarts. Turning us into mumbling stumbling sheep who’ve lost our way. But this year you’ve kicked some major butt, okay? You got a job! You stared your enemies in the eye and you said “F*** you.” You went to that job fair, you got that interview, and you got that job. THE Chrissy that I know can do anything she sets her mind to got a job! I’m so proud of you, girl. This is our second Christmas as friends and you’re forever one of my best friends. There are still many battles to be fought, but let’s fight them together, okay?

@fluorvte

Laura. My skanky skank. The Sushi Mama. Sadly I did not get to spend as much of 2017 with you as I would have liked. Being what I believe is 6 hours apart makes things difficult, I know. But of course we always make it work. Bless you and Chrissy for throwing me that birthday party. You guys know how much I loved our AIM chats. Sadly AIM is a thing of the past now. But at least we have the memories in our head and our hearts. That birthday party meant so much to me. You made time out of your busy life for me. That means so much. I miss you. It’s probably selfish of me to say but it’s true. I try to be okay with it. I know you’re busy. But you’ll always be my owl that watches over me. You’re still sitting on my desk with Chrissy. I have those stuffed turtle and snow owl on my desk at work. So that I have you guys with me always~ No matter how often we don’t talk, I know you’re always with me. Thanks for being such an amazing friend and an amazing writer. You never fail to blow me away with your writing.

@intoyxurheart

Where do I even start with you? Aigoo. So much has happened that it feels like we’ve known each other for years. In fact it feels so long ago that I barely remember how we first started talking. Isn’t that awful? Haha. But I do indeed remember me approaching you first. I had been checking the people who were following me but had yet to actually approach me. So I thought I’d hit you up with an instant message here on tumblr. And that’s all it took. Here we are now. Several months later and we have so many ships and it makes me feel fuzzy. You, Chrissy, and one other person are the only ones who put up with all my crazy ideas and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for putting up with that because I know my imagination can get pretty wild and out there. You are most certainly my blessing from 2017. Being strong for me so that I can be strong for my friends and family. I can’t tell you enough how precious you are. Don’t let anyone tell you any different because my opinion is the only one that matters. Haha! Let’s have many more Christmases together, okay?

@hyohyorp

Oh sweet pea I’m so sorry. 2017 wasn’t good to us and I’m so very sorry for that. Things happened and I was still trying to find my way with how I wanted to rp male muses and you were my guinea pig most of the time. But you really stuck by me. And I just want you to know how appreciative I am of you and all your endless patience with me. Our time zones make rping live really difficult but you put up with it anyway. I’m so proud of you for making your multimuse blog. I bet you’re having a blast, right? heehee It’s so good to see you having a blast and enjoying yourself. I knew you’d love it. And hopefully 2018 will be full of fun moments for Taekwoon and Hyosung~

@gcholdtrops

I’m squealing and flailing cause like I don’t even know where to start, okay??? You’ve grown to be one of my idols. I’ll never forget how our story first started. The first chapter was honestly me watching you pop up on my list of recommendations provided by tumblr. I’d click your blog and instantly start sweating because like um hello. You’re totally above me and like I just didn’t think I’d ever be able to be worthy of your writing. Like I totally believed I wasn’t worth being in your ring of writers. Everything about you is amazing and I just couldn’t. Too chicken. Couldn’t do it. But one day I got the fuzzy dice to finally approach you. And I’m glad I did. Because here I am. And I’m still such a fangirl, okay? You’re always going to be my idol. I’ll never forget that first meme reply. I remember reading it over and over again on my lunch hours at work. Smiling like an idiot and being floored every time I read it. Our cuties are so naughty and cute and gosh I ship it hard core. Seulgi isn’t naughty in her other ships but dang she channels her inner BoA when she’s with her handsome composer.~ Let’s always be rp partners, Army, and most importantly friends.

@butlersrus

Waaah~ I know we don’t talk much out of character but from what I’ve seen, you’re absolutely precious! In fact I know so little that I don’t even know if you’re male or female so I do apologize. But this is about the people who’ve touched my life and been there for me this year and you’re one of them. Whether I know anything about you or not. And you deserve to be recognized. Much like with the cutie mentioned above you, I kept watching your blog pop up in my list of recommendations. Sooo many times I’d click your blog and nibble my nails nervously because like dang what if you thought I was weird or something. Like what if our muses weren’t compatible. But wow was I wrong. Like I die a fangirl’s death every time I see Seulgi with Shownu because I keep trying to blow on the sails of the ship. Willing it to sail all around the Caribbean. Haha! I love shipping and I’m terrible at slow burning ships because I just want it to happen now. I want them to kiss now! Haha! Thank you for making my days brighter with our rping. I always have a pleasant morning because there’s a cute reply from Shownu waiting for me in my IM on tumblr. It’s a wonderful start to my morning routine. Let me tell you~ Thank you. For everything. Let’s continue to be rp partners and even friends. I’m glad I got the guts to approach you. Hopefully you are just as happy~

@abxavterno

Cutie! Thank you so much for expressing concern over my icky eczema condition. Honestly if I were to bandage all my other patches of eczema, I would literally look like a mummy. There’s one big reason I dislike winter weather and this would be it. Dry skin. But don’t worry, I just gotta make it to at least like March or April and I think it’ll settle down and clear up. Till next time. OTL Anyway! Thank you so much for sticking around. I know there for awhile we’d have mun conversations and you’d share your worries with me. I still really value that and appreciate that. You’re so sweet and I feel like I can approach you any time. You’re a good person. I hope you know that. And gaaaah. Our muses are so cute! I don’t know if it’ll ever be an official ship but I definitely ship shy Seulgi with sexy Eros. I like the rp relationship we have. We’ve had a few threads and even though a lot of them haven’t worked out, that’s not stopped us from trying new pairings and plots. I like that~ I can appreciate and admire that. Thank you. You’ve made 2017 very enjoyable. Let’s keep at it!

@terniox

Sobs sobs sobs. I miss youuuuu. You were one of the first few people to pick me up when life around me was ending as I knew it. You were one of the first few people to help me dip my toes into the idea of being multiverse. I still only really had Tiffany at the time but I wanted her to have other verses. And you dived right in with me. Our ship is the longest lasting ship on this blog and it’s always going to be special to me. I hope you’re well. I really do because I know I don’t see or hear from you as often. But you’re still important to me. So you deserve your spot here with all these other wonderful people. Because you will forever be wonderful to me in my book. Let’s continue to be amazing friends no matter how far apart life tries to keep us, okay? Heehee~

@viiifates

Hellooooo~ Another one of those cuties who I don’t really talk to out of character but you’re still so wonderful to rp with! I like our plot. I honestly don’t know much about mafia plots no matter how many BTS mafia fanfics I read but haha! I promise I’m still having a blast no matter what. I have always wanted to dip my toes in the type of plot we have going on so it’s a joy and an honor to be able to rp that with you. I like how rping is casual and enjoyable while still being thrilling all at the same time. Thanks for putting up with my tumblr IM rping style that I’ve seemed to take quite a liking to lately. It’s so convenient and it’s still just as fun! You’re a wonderful rp partner and I hope we can also be good friends too!

@darksideofseoul

Ah sweetie pie! Thank you so much for being such a wonderful, understanding sweetheart. I was kinda sorta losing it and going out of my mind with panic the last time we spoke and I do apologize. I probably seemed so irrational. Apparently that’s what happens when eczema, stress, and coming down with a killer migraine falls upon you within two weeks’ time. I really do enjoy all our little threads we have going on. I’m glad we didn’t give up. BoA and Donghae are sooooo OTP material. heehee~ She’ll die if he ever proposes. haha! Thank you so much for being a wonderful rp partner. But not just for what you do within the rp community, but also what you do outside of it. You risk your life every day and I will always admire that. Stay strong and be safe out there, okay?

@dashdasxorphans

My fellow Ohioan! Congratulations on your wedding! I bet it was absolutely beautiful and hopefully you had lots of fun on your honeymoon~ Thank you so much for rping with me. I know it’s not something that happens often but I still enjoy every second of it. I never take it for granted. Your Leo was one of this blog’s first verses when it was still just Tiffany. Our muses have been through a lot and came a long way. I’ll always treasure the memories between our muses on this blog. You helped me learn what it was like to be multiverse so that I could one day become more confident in what I was doing as a writer and a mun behind the muse. Thank you. You’re wonderful and I hope you’re doing well!

@luminxscent

Sweet pea! I miss you bunches and I hope you’re doing well. I’ll never forget all that you’ve done for me. You were there when I was in so much pain. You managed to stay neutral while helping me piece myself and BoA back together. You know how much that means to me? When I was so sick that I could have physically puked. You were there. You were there. And I know we’ve had our ups and downs. But I think that’s what makes some of the greatest friendships. The strongest friendships. We always manage to gravitate back to each other. Through thick and thin. Thank you. I keep my pink haired Hongbin photo card at my desk and every time I look at it, I think of you. You gave me so many gifts and I wish I could give it back to you doubled! Please take care and never forget that you can always come to me to talk about anything~

@paperhecrts

New cutie friend person! Heehee~ You’re already turning into a partner who’s gonna fly with any idea I throw at you. I can tell. Thank you for embracing those crazy ideas and shipping with me from day one. Literally. Like I can tell we’ve got great chemistry as writers and I sure do hope I don’t annoy you with my out of character messages in tumblr IM. I get awfully paranoid when I realize that tumblr might not be sending my messages through. Seulgi and Baekhyun are just such OTP material and I’m excited for Tiffany and Jaebum. I love the rocky, unstable aspects of our two ships so far. It’s fresh and new and doesn’t scare me because I know in the end it’ll be okay for them~ I’m excited to see where they go in 2018!

@hvllelujah

Sweetheart! I sure hope you’re taking care of yourself. Color in a Hello Kitty coloring book for me, okay? Heehee~ I miss you and I really truly do hope you’re doing well. I know the last time we talked, you were getting life figured out which honestly is a full time job in itself. Remember, any time you wanna talk or need someone to just listen, I’m here. Our rping hasn’t exactly been a thing and once upon a time it really upset me but I’ve tried to grow up and be a big girl about things like that. Especially now that I’m gaining perspective and know how hard it is to keep up when all you wanna do is focus on other things. I’m sorry I ever made things difficult for you. I hope you can forgive me. I just really loved your writing and I wanted to be a part of it. But having matured over time, I really do hope you’re taking care of yourself and doing what’s best for you~ You be good, okay? Heehee.

@xvrwxrld

Whines I hope you’re taking care of yourself, sweet pea. You know how much I worry about you. Overworking yourself or living in conditions less than healthy. Stay warm this winter. I wish I could mail you a bunch of blankets. My grandmother made me a ton that I could give you. We’ve had our fun moments though, haven’t we? Time and schedules always seem to get in our way of rping. But I’ll never forget what you told me not too long ago. How you enjoyed my muses and thought they were wonderful. That’ll always mean a lot to me and I still blush like an idiot over it. I often worry that my girls are too....out there and weird. Haha. So thank you for taking the time to admire each one of them. I’ll always treasure that. One day we’ll get to plot and rp. I don’t know when, but it’s gonna happen. Count on it!

@avtvmnwings

I miss you, dear. I hope you’re okay and enjoying life~ Hopefully life is treating you well. It’s been awhile since we last spoke but I still think about you and I still try to watch over you from afar. We’ve had a lot of fun and exciting rps though, ne? You’re a great writer and I don’t ever want you forgetting that. Our out of character conversations were always enjoyable and heartfelt. I treasure those moments because you were able to open up to me and I appreciate that. More than you’ll know. You take care of yourself, okay? Be good and stay strong. You’re doing a wonderful job. Heehee~

#christmas 2017 #keepsake #(( *sweats* i don't think i'm missing anyone ))#(( yes this is early because it's been so long and i miss everyone ; ; ))

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saviormysticmeme · 7 years

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Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that

You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90

‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands

want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)

its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘

You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you

Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile

His hands never moved so fast

‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’

‘fuck off’

Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had

But what he did have was his games

He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately

“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”

It was over in minutes

Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base

Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after

hey man what the fuck

dude give me my shit back

fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please

dude please

Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”

In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile

It had been deleted

Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face

Until

“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek

He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee

Ding.

Huh? New message.

Ding ding ding

You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app

When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower

Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely

r u lonely to?

how about u be my valentine and we can go out??

You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”

come on babe

dont b like that

we can have fun

Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side

“Mc is everything alright?

“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly

“Well your first problem is you apologized.”

“Huh?”

Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”

“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed

“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower

She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it

Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you

ever

Zen

He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job

But when you get creepy mail from his followers

NO NO NO NO NO

You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address

One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them

“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you

It was much creepier

It was a bunch of letters from some guy

‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’

The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.

…

You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender

“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”

“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”

20 mins later

He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough

“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge

After a few minutes of silence

..”I have an idea.”

Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”

Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe.

He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course.

Jumin

Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work

You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do

And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel

you look really nice in your profile picture

is that designer? man you got money to

you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?

You were appalled.

“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock.

The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag

But nope

Same douchebag. Different site.

why’d you block me? playing hard to get?

“How’d you find my profile?”

it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*

You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.

Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.

He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered.

“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.”

“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”

What

What do you mean

What guy

How

You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.

“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”

You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

You don’t even waste time

The second you get the first creepy message

hey hot stuff

You hand your phone to Seven

He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face

Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.

Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back

‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file

It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.

“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back

With a big smirk on his face:

“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”

You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”

“You already did” He laughs

“Huh?”

“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.

You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough

And you did

The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics

And all your app icons were selfies

And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker

“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around

Ding

V looked to see your phone light up on the table

“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs

“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back

“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture “What in the world”

my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)

V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this

‘I dont’ He typed back.

awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out

“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board

playing hard to get? i like

V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”

there was no reply for a moment

my friend said this was a girl

“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”

There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection

With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation

He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep.

Saeran

You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app

Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue

When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages

hey babe

hey

wanna be my valentine

i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either

we can keep each other company ;)

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand

“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half

wow ur not very polite

“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl

come on baby dont be like that

You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad

“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.”

“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”

Ding

Both your eyes shot back to the screen

so you’ll come see me ;)

Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting

Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head

He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.

After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.

“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.

He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”

You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”

“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”

You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.

That night you were awoken to

Dingdingdingdingding

You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app

Iuwefjkgl

ahfuoieqhwf

please helpfehofejijeqiue

…..

I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.

You knew immediately.

“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text

All you got back was “:)”

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canaryatlaw · 7 years

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Well, today was fine, whereas I'd rate the last two days as moderately sucky, so fine is an improvement at least. My normal 9 am church alarm went off and I'm lazy AF and didn't want to get out of bed but I still have to go for the nursery, so I reset my alarm for 10:30 and went back to sleep, then rewoke up at 10:30 and got ready. The bus was running late so I ended up getting there a few minutes late, which isn't a big deal of course but being late is like the biggest pet peeve of my life (blame theatre) so of course I was annoyed. The nursery ended up being very chill though, we only really had one baby for most of the time. When I first got in there the lady I was talking about last week who had a baby not that long ago was hanging out and breastfeeding her daughter before the left, so I got to see her adorable daughter for a little before they left and omg she's sooo cute I can't even handle this little cutie pie. So adorable. Then when I first got in there was a boy who's been in there before but hasn't been doing well lately, so we tried to keep him entertained while his mom waited outside to see what happened and after like ten minutes it became obvious he was not going to calm down so we got his mom and the two of them were kind of in and out, but they came and played with us for some of the time. The little girl we had for most of it was a cute little thing, 9 months old and crawling but forever looking like she's trying to push unto her feet to stand but not quite having the strength to do so (you'll probably have to take my word for it, but it was cute) and she was quite amicable for most of the time, almost no crying so that's always good. She apparently had a very bad diaper rash and her mom had requested we text her if she needed to have her diaper changed so she could do it, and when there were like 15 minutes left in the service we realized she was wet so her mom came up and changed her (the poor little girl cried like the entire time, it was so sad) and the mom of the little boy who was in there recommended a good diaper rash cream for her to use so hopefully that was helpful at least (my life is thrilling, I know). They left after that though and we were good to go, so I headed out once service got out and headed home. Stopped at Walgreens quickly for Claritin d, then got home and ran to do some laundry since I never quite finished it from last weekend, but then realized I didn't have enough quarters to put 2 loads all the way through (each machine is $2 a pop so to put 2 loads through washer and dryer you need $8 in quarters which can be a somewhat deceiving amount to picture) so I sadly only got to do one load, then added them to the clothing I didn't fold from last week because if you haven't noticed by now, I'm lazy AF. Lol. The DV clinic is closed for lincoln's birthday tomorrow though so I can at least be productive and handle that at some point. After that I worked on my trial ad stuff. We're starting impeachments this week, which will hopefully be better than exhibits, and prepping for them wasn't too bad. The one I'm a witness for this week (only like half the people get assigned a witness each week but I always end up getting one because everyone knows I make the best witness) is a pretty basic car crash personal injury case, but I'm thinking about doing a really bratty teenager character for it, haha that's what hit me right off the bat so we'll see where it goes with that. I made some dinner, like actual food for the week, my general chicken pasta with creamy Parmesan sauce thing that's super easy and delicious (which was super easy and delicious) then spent way too much time downloading a free trial of Photoshop and trying to photoshop a rooster into Katrina Law's arms because she wanted someone on Twitter to do so and I felt like taking upon the task even though I've literally never used photoshop before nor had any idea how to use it but hey, how hard could it be? Harder than originally thought, lol, and it basically just looked like a rooster superimposed in front of a picture of Katrina Law (because that's what it was, I'll post it after this) but she apparently found it hilarious so that was cool, and now I have 6 more days of a photoshop free trial to do something with (there's at least a 95% chance I'll end up never touching it again). After that I did the company tumblr and other such things while watching crazy ex-girlfriend, which I have to say, holy shit I love this show??? It's just so damn quotable and the writers like, understand me haha I'm really enjoying it, even if their court scenes were very inaccurate (I'm now totally incapable of watching a tv court scene without picking apart every inaccuracy, it's bad I know). So that made for an enjoyable night. I'm trying to figure out if I can actually feel relaxed when I've had a fair amount of time to relax over the past 3 days, and I still feel like I'm not sure? Just idk, I'm not sure I've been able to get my brain to stop racing, even when I'm just relaxing there's always something I have to get done, even if it's just reading through the tumblrs I check every day or reading the 4 articles brought up on my browser (I wind up reading a lot of articles, people tend to like when I post them on Facebook so I do so with some frequency). And like, it's so fucking annoying. I've also kind of been thinking that you know I don't have to be this busy if I don't want to...? Just like thinking that the DV clinic is cancelled this week- like I have this idea in my head that everyone (or at least every law student) has basically the same schedule and amount of responsibilities, and as long as I make them all fit together it's fine right? That's how it's supposed to be? But....it's not. I don't have to do the DV clinic. I don't have to go to the gym, didn't have to sign back up at the kickboxing gym, didn't have to sign up for small groups- they were all just things I had the opportunity to do and I WANTED to do them. And I just don't know if that's a good enough reason at this point? I mean, I know I'll have more time once mock trial is over and that'll be in like two weeks, but just right now even when I have some time to decompress it always feels like I'm rushing from one thing to the next and like, it sucks. Ugh. It's entered my head a few times that I should talk to my psychiatrist about this, and I'm really overdue for a phone appointment with him that I should get on. I've briefly considered the idea that maybe being in therapy would help but I don't really think it's that kind of issue, plus I really don't want to?? Idk, watching that poor girl fight the judge about going to therapy last week just kind of got me thinking about it and I understand how she feels but I'm also supposed to be the mental health advocate that's telling people it's okay to go to therapy and they shouldn't be scared, and that's what I wanted to tell her, but I feel it too, I really do. But I just don't know. I feel like it's just my schedule and not a mental thing (or at least that's what I want it to be). Sigh. I don't know. I hope it goes away before I have to do anything else about it. I guess we'll see what happens. Tomorrow should be interesting. First at 11 I have my skype interview with the org I want to work with over the summer, so I'm pumped about that. Then I have to get the non-Valentine's Day Valentine's Day cards to the place and go to class, through some combination of public transit and ubers. I may try to fit some gym time in there, it'll depend on how my timeline works out, I'm not making any definitive plans yet. But it should be a good day. And now it's 2 am And I should get to bed because I do have to get up and make myself look pretty and put a suit on to stare into my laptop because skype interviews are a thing, even if I maybe can go back to sleep afterwards (we'll see how tired I'm feeling). And yeah. Should be good. But until then. Goodnight lovelies. Have a wonderful week.

#daily journal #February 2017

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shadowinacorner · 7 years

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Bored, so why not!

Lets see if I can answer these. 1: Name Mandy

2: Age 26

3: 3 Fears Spiders Burning alive Bungee jumping

4: 3 things I love Food Accomplishing something productive Sleep

5: 4 turns on Assertiveness Kindness Sense of humor Forwardness

6: 4 turns off Rudeness Narcissism Bad habits Excessive negativity

7: My best friend My buddy Allison

8: Sexual orientation Not big on labels. Bi I guess is a good umbrella term.

9: My best first date Winter formal in ‘05

10: How tall am I I’d say 5'10. I think I technically have been deemed to be 5'7 though.

11: What do I miss Being taken care of as a kid.

12: What time was I born 9am ish I think?

13: Favourite color Purple or black

14: Do I have a crush He’s pretty cute

15: Favourite quote The bird on your shoulder quote from tuesdays with maurie

16: Favourite place My living room (don’t you judge me)

17: Favourite food Pizza

18: Do I use sarcasm Never, who would do such a thing?

19: What am I listening to right now Assasination Classroom

20: First thing I notice in new person Jewelry

21: Shoe size 10.5/11 womens or 9 mens

22: Eye color Brown

23: Hair color Brown. I change it alot and right now it’s got some pink.

24: Favourite style of clothing Modern kinda urbany or punky I guess?

25: Ever done a prank call? Nah. Not my style.

27: Meaning behind my URL Nothing deep

28: Favourite movie Harry Potter I guess

29: Favourite song To the moon and back by Savage Garden

30: Favourite band I couldn’t tell you honestly. I like too many.

31: How I feel right now Tired and unaccomplished

32: Someone I love Mr. Leo Bunny

33: My current relationship status Married

34: My relationship with my parents Strained and unconventional

35: Favourite holiday Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have I have 2 piercings in each ear and 1 cartilage. Also a small tattoo on my upper back.

37: Tattoos and piercing i want I always wanted a eyebrow piercing and the really dainty bullrings are cool. I’d also love to have full sleeves of tattoos but I’ll probably never get another of either.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr My hubby got obsessed with it.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? Nah, he’s a cool dude and finally forgave me for being a terrible child when I was with him.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Definitely always get good morning ones since we get up at different times.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Definitely not. Keagan is probably onr of the few I haven’t actually.

42: When did I last hold hands? Last time Marku and I went to the store I’m sure.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? No makeup: 5 minutes from bed to car. With basic full makeup a solid half hour. With going out makeup and clothes like 2 hours.

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes! Actually.

45: Where am I right now? Laying in Marku’s bed

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Definitely Marku. He usually camps in the bathtub and sets me up on the floor by the toilet.

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Too loud. Always.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Nopppeeeeee

49: Am I excited for anything? Someday we’re going to travel!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Definitely Marku.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Everyyyy dayyyyy. Customer service at it’s finest.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Earlier today I hugged Keagan, Angie, AND Mark. So many hugs!

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? He might have some ‘splanin to do

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Hmm, yeah probably a couple family members.

55: What is something I disliked about today? I woke up late and didn’t accomplish much

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I have no idea… maybe bernie?

57: What do I think about most? What I’m doing wrong

58: What’s my strangest talent? Noticing small details (but only when I’m trying. Otherwise I’m oblivious to my surroundings)

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Chalkboards. They freak me out and I can’t touch them.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind!!!

61: What was the last lie I told? “You don’t have to do that, I can pay for it”

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Neither. But phone if it’s between the too.

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I half believe in ghosts, aliens seem probable but not little green guys.

64: Do I believe in magic? I wishhhhhhh

65: Do I believe in luck? Kinda actually.

66: What’s the weather like right now? Kinda nice actually! Wet but mild.

67: What was the last book I’ve read? Kane chronicals

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Mildly

69: Do I have any nicknames? Mandoo

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I accidentally cut a large chunk out of my ankle when i was a teenager… otherwise no broken bones or anything.

71: Do I spend money or save it? I have a spending problem.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? No :(

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? My pj pants

74: Favourite animal? Kitties!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Playing on my phone and watching netflix

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I think Satan /is/ his last name lol

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Uh… something pop-y I’m sure.

78: How can you win my heart? Food.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? That I was super nice!

80: What is my favorite word? Totes

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr That I posted? None. I have like no followers that aren’t porn bots.

82: If the whole world was listening to me right now, what would I say? Let’s just all get along

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not currently

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Shapeshifting

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Depends on who is asking it.

86: What is my current desktop picture? The inside of a midevilish zeldaish tent with a woman lying in the bed.

87: Had sex? Yeap

88: Bought condoms? Yeah. Still awkward no matter how old you get for some reason.

89: Gotten pregnant? Nope

90: Failed a class? Yeah

91: Kissed a boy? A few

92: Kissed a girl? A few

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Not dramatically

94: Had job? For years

95: Left the house without my wallet? Just yesterday

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Nah, not my jam.

97: Had sex in public? Nah

98: Played on a sports team? Plenty of them

99: Smoked weed? Nope, not on my list

100: Did drugs? Never have, never will

101: Smoked cigarettes? Nope, terrible habbit

102: Drank alcohol? On occasion

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Not anymore

104: Been overweight? I am morbidly obese technically atm

105: Been underweight? Once

106: Been to a wedding? A few

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Jesus, is that suppose to be a long time?

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Every weekend

109: Been outside my home country? Nope

110: Gotten my heart broken? Once

111: Been to a professional sports game? Big leagues, no. Minor, yea.

112: Broken a bone? Nope

113: Cut myself? Yea

114: Been to prom? Yeap, twice

115: Been in airplane? Twice

116: Fly by helicopter? Once

117: What concerts have I been to? Hinder, buckcherry, paproach, death cab for cutie

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yea

119: Learned another language? Started japanese, never went very far

120: Wore make up? Pretty normally

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? At 18 I think

122: Had oral sex? Yea

123: Dyed my hair? Alot

124: Voted in a presidential election? Every year

125: Rode in an ambulance? Sat in one, refused the ride

126: Had a surgery? Just wisdom teeth

127: Met someone famous? Voice actors, and there was a famous guy staying at our wedding hotel that I rode the elevator with. I always forget his name.

128: Stalked someone on a social network? Mildly

129: Peed outside? Ya, camping

130: Been fishing? Mmhm

131: Helped with charity? I actually don’t think so. I’ve donated before.

132: Been rejected by a crush? Never got myself to be in the position to be rejected

133: Broken a mirror? Yeahhh

134: What do I want for your birthday? Yummy food

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 1-3 & no clue

136: Was I named after anyone? A barry manilow song

137: Do I like my handwriting? No i hate it

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? Barbies

139: Favourite Tv Show? I don’t have any active shows atm

140: Where do I want to live when older? Back in my family home

141: Play any musical instrument? I’m not musically inclined in any way

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Have an L on my finger from slaming and locking my finger in the car door as a kid. I was stuck there for a while.

143: Favourite pizza toping? Sausage

144: Am I afraid of the dark? Nah

145: Am I afraid of heights? A little

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Plentybof times

148: What I’m really bad at Doing anything consistently

149: What my greatest achievments are Graduating college

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me There would be a list.

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery Buy out my family home, remodel, set up my inlaws and grandma for life, get a working car, change jobs, and if I had enough I’d set up my parents and college funds too.

152: What do I like about myself My hair

153: My closest Tumblr friend I have some of my best friends irl on here

154: Something I fantasise about Being a normal person

This is way too long. I’m not tagging anyone and bringing this onto them. Yeesh.

#questionaire #personal #long #questions

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