Transference (M) – Chapter 05

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 10,216

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: Here is the long awaited Hoseok POV chapter. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-4 already, I highly recommend doing so by using the links below.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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make-bloom  asked:

top 5 most likely to make the japan national team :))

Yesterday we all went a little bit emotional with this national team headcanon, and I actually thought about this top 5…a lot. It’s probably one of the hardest because in our eyes most of them are really skilled enough to reach the top and be a part of the national team.

I decided to make this with characters we all know, leaving out people introduced just in the manga. I hope I can stay objective with this one, but I can’t guarantee you that…

1. Ushijima. Let’s face it, this boy is already with one foot there, since he’s the only player selected to participate in the Youth World Championship as Japan’s under 18/19 volleyball representative. It would literally surprise nobody to see him being the first one wearing the red and black jersey. 

Originally posted by neverdandere

2. Oikawa. He’s the setter™ and he honestly just deserves this place more than anyone else. Also imagine for the dramatics of it all, being finally in team with Ushijima…I’d pay to see it, but at the same time I’m more than sure that they’ll manage to work really really well together. After all, among everyone else, Ushijima chose him, this is a testament that there are no other setters as good as him around. 

Originally posted by savyjayjane

3. Kageyama. Speaking of people almost there, our wonderful blueberry has been chosen to train at the all Japan youth training camp, sign that they already got an eye on him and, seeing how immensely skilled and versatile he is, it’s almost obvious that he’s gonna become part of Japan’s national volleyball team in the future. 

Originally posted by seieiryu

(Oikawa would have a blast being in the same team as Ushijima and Kageyama)

4. Tsukishima. Now that he’s “hooked on volleyball” I bet no one could stop him. He’s an incredible middle blocker, his abilities are recognized by everyone (that’s why a certain thing happened short after the Shiratorizawa match) and also he has still A LOT to grow. By the time he’s ready, every team would fight to have him and watch me being in the crowd yelling TSUKKIIIIIII until I have no air left in my lungs

Originally posted by tsukkilatte

5. Bokuto. He might not be the best ace of the country (yet), he’s not a stable player at all, but the national team needs him even just for the effect he has on people. Despite everything, he naturally draws people to him, he inspires and guide them, his power is so mesmerizing he doesn’t just motivate his own team, he motivates the opponents too. There may be spikers stronger than him (not so many tbh), but no one would have the same human impact on a team like he would have. 

Originally posted by imthesixtysqueen

- Bonus: listen you have no idea how mad I am about the fact that no one ever acknowledges how hella good Nishinoya is as a libero. He’s perfect and the national team needs a guardian deity so if it’s not happening I’m gonna personally put him in a box and mail him there ok really he deserves it SO MUCH!!!! 

Originally posted by mamodos

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Death by Paperwork

A Pam from HR story
Post Supergirl 2x15

Agent Alex Danvers sat in her office, looking meekly at the huge stack of paperwork in front of her. “I, um, have to fill all that out to get reinstated?”

“In triplicate.” Pam folded her arms across her chest and dared Agent Danvers to object. When nothing was forthcoming, she reached for the first sheath of papers, brandishing it for a moment before slapping it down on the desk. “Incident report for a brawl at a local nightclub.”

“We were…”

Another set of papers smacked onto the desk, interrupting the agent’s attempt at an explanation. “Discharge of a firearm in said brawl.”

Her glare halted Danvers’ finger in mid-air, and she kept the glare up until the hand returned to the agent’s lap. “Abuse of a prisoner in custody.” Alex actually flinched as another set of papers hit the desk. “Insubordination.”

“Unauthorized removal of DEO weaponry from the premises.”

“That gun is mine! I called dibs!”

Pam continued as if Agent Danvers hadn’t spoken. “Unauthorized use of DEO weaponry by a civilian. Sexual harassment of an NCPD officer.”

On a roll, Pam ignored the shocked look on Alex’s face and her “I was off-duty” protest. Smack. “Illegal use of explosives in a residential zone.”


“Collusion with a known Cadmus agent (Father).” Pam picked up the last, heavy stack of papers and gazed at them lovingly. She had only been able to file them once before, and also on the behalf of one Agent Alex Danvers. She was going to be legend in Washington. “And finally, Unauthorized Space Launch and Failure to Log a Flight Plan per NASA regulation 47390-13-86.”

Alex finally looked defeated, and she brushed her hair back behind her ear as she pulled a cheap ballpoint out of the cup on Pam’s desk. She grimaced as she tried to write, shaking the pen a moment before trying another pen. “I’ll leave you to it, Agent Danvers,” Pam said curtly. “I need a cup of coffee.”

She walked briskly out of the room and around the corner to find J'onn waiting for her. “How’s it going? Is our agent learning her lesson?” he asked with a fond smile.

“I think so,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “But I think she has missed some mandatory sexual harassment training, and I’ve signed her up for refresher course on safe handling and proper procedures for DEO weaponry.”

J'onn laughed. “If this doesn’t teach her the error of her ways, nothing will. Now what do you say I buy you a nice latte from that new cafe up the street? I think Agent Danvers will be plenty occupied for the next few hours.”

Nessian - Depressed!Cassian

Here is part 3/the last part of my Nessian fic. Thanks for reading. Enjoy the angst! Part 1, Part 2 

[Depressed!Cassian - 3/3]

Three days later, Nesta knocked on Cassian’s door. She had no idea what she was doing there. What she was going to say.

She waited for him to give her permission to enter. She wore a velvet dress in deepest blue. The sleeves were long and tight, the neckline modest.

“Who is it?” Cassian said from within.

“Nesta,” she replied in a voice that was smaller than she’d intended.

“Come in.”

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

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Hogwarts Express | Jimin

Pairing: reader x jimin ft. Taehyung | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: You were nervous to delve into the unknown Wizard world, but luckily for you, Jimin was there to help.

A/N: I’’ve been drowning in Harry Potter & BTS AUs lately, so I decided to finally write one. This was inspired by this . I orignally planned a one-shot for this, but decided that it’d be best to write sort of like an intro for it. So consider this a prologue. It’s not that eventful, but it’s the start to the relationship between Jimin and the reader. Also, this is set after the events that occurred in Harry Potter.

Word Count: 2,929

Other Slytherin Jimin AUs: Sorting Hat |  The Howler

“Platform nine and three quarters.” You whispered to yourself as you stared down at a map. It was given to you along with your Hogwarts acceptance letter to help you find your way to the train. According to the map, you were standing just in front of it. But instead of a train or sign with the correct platform number, you found yourself standing in front of a tall, red brick pillar.

“Are you sure it’s here, sweetie?” Your mother asked. She was just as confused as you and worried, very worried. You could tell by the tone of her voice that what she was really asking was: “Are you sure you want to do this, sweetie?”

Ever since your first Hogwarts acceptance letter, she’d been skeptical. You say first, because it took many letters for your parents to finally be convinced that Hogwarts wasn’t a scam and very much real. They’d tuck away the letters from your view until one night, a parliament of owls came storming into your house, dropping off dozen copies of the same letter along with books and guides to the Wizarding world. Books that you immersed yourself in for the past weeks to prepare yourself for this day, but seemed to be of no use, considering you couldn’t even find your way to the Hogwarts Express.

“I asked the security guard and he laughed, saying there’s no such thing. You should’ve seen the look he gave me when I asked.” You heard your father’s voice as he approached you.

“Sweetie, let’s just go home.” Your mother said as she wrapped an arm around you, steering you away from the brick pillar.


You turned around and were faced with the sight of a beautiful family of four. Both the mother and father stared at you and your parents in a curious and fascinated manner, as if they had never seen people like you. But you couldn’t say much about it, considering you stared back at them in awe. They all seemed ethereal and carried a heavy, graceful aura. You could sense that they were powerful and most likely a respected family in their society.

Your gaze lingered on the two boys, particularly the one who had caught your eye the moment you turned around. He seemed to be around your age. He had fine silver hair and mesmerizing light colored eyes just like his mother. The younger boy had raven black hair and dark wide eyes and he stood beside the silver-haired boy, smiling at you timidly.

The silver haired boy smiled sheepishly as he met your eyes and quickly turned to glare at his mom. “Mother, you don’t just greet people like that!”

Muggles?” Your mother muttered under her breath. She had no idea what the word meant, but it was clear to all of you that she was offended.

You smiled up at your mother in a reassuring manner, hoping she’d read the look in your eyes before she acted irrationally. Tugging her hand, you stood on your toes to whisper in her ear: “Muggles is a non-derogatory term used to describe people who can’t practice magic.” 

“Pardon my manners, I’ve never been face to face with ordinary people like you.” The boys’ mother explained herself. “I’m Park Sowon. This is my husband and these two are my lovely boys—Jimin and Jungkook. It’s very nice to meet you.”

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i’m about to tell you the actual funniest thing i’ve ever heard.

i’m training to become a sign language interpreter, and today i asked my mentor about weird jobs she’s been on. like has there ever been one that when she left she was like “what the actual fuck just happened to me?” and i swear her soul transcended this plane of existence for a few minutes while she told me this story.

a few years back she and a colleague got an interpreting assignment from the agency that said “spice party”. so it was like a tupperware party where someone works for a company that sells a product, and they invite people into their home to show them the product and then the guests can place an order and buy the products and in this case it was spices.

they get there, and ring the doorbell. the host opens the door and tells them that the guests haven’t arrived yet but that they’re welcome to go into the other room to look at the products so they’ll know what will be discussed during the night.

so these two interpreters were like pfft spices?? lmao we don’t need to look this up, there’s salt pepper and chilli like how hard can it be. so they walk up to the door. open it. look into the room where this spice party is supposed to take place. and stop dead in their tracks.

flashback to when the interpreting agency got the order from the host of the party. apparently it said “it’s a party where they can order products from a company called something something spicy”. so this old little lady that handles the orders just thinks “hey, it says spicy, so that must mean spices right?” she rewords the order and sends it to the interpreters.

fun fact. that company did NOT sell spices. these two interpreters open the door expecting oregano or some shit and they get dildos. just. everywhere. dildos. lube. vibrators. condoms in 75 different sizes. it was a sex toy party.

the guests arrive. this is a small ass town. the interpreters know everybody at this party. throughout the night the guests can go into a private room with the host to place an order, and the interpreters have to come along because the host is the one who is deaf. to this day they see these people on the street and have to be like “hey :)” because it’s a small town, everyone knows everyone, and they have to say hi to people knowing that they have a two foot dildo and licorice flavoured lube at home.

anyway what i got from that story is that i picked the right profession.

Lemme properly introduce someone to all of you!

This is Jasper! My Emotional Support animal. And in my state and county he is considered a service animal since he has been trained to know signs of anxiety attacks.

Jasper is trained to know the signs of an anxiety attack since they have been getting to the point of potentially being dangerous. What he does he leans against me to keep me away from any possible dangers around me. Not only that but he helps me feel calmer and safer as well in public.

Jasper is a pure bred American Pitbull Terrier and despite being a year and 5 months old he works as great as a dog at the age of 3 from what his trainer tells me.

So yeah here’s another picture of my working boy

Please be gentle.

German Travel Vocabulary

Translated from @teacupful-of-languages‘ Finnish vocabulary list because I’m a lazy piece of meh.

die Reise (die Reisen): trip, journey

der Urlaub (die Urlaube): holiday/vacation

der Passagier (die Passagiere) / der Reisende (die Reisenden): passenger

der Tourist (die Touristen): tourist

der Ausländer (die Ausländer): foreigner

das Land (die Länder): country

die Sprache (die Sprachen): language

die Währung (die Währungen): currency

die Kultur (die Kulturen): culture

das Reiseziel (die ~ziele): travel destination

der Reiseplan (die ~pläne): itinerary

der Reiseberater (die Reiseberater): travel agent

die Broschüre (die Broschüren): brochure

die Reiseversicherung (die ~versicherungen): travel insurance

die Impfung (die Impungen): vaccination

das Gepäck (no pl.): luggage, baggage

das Gespäckstück (die ~stücke): piece of luggage

das Handgepäck (no pl.): hand luggage, carry-on bag

der Pass / Reisepass (die Pässe):  passport

das Visum (die Visa): visa

das Ticket (die Tickets): ticket [can also be Fahrkarte, Fahrschein, Flugkarte, Flugschein]

die Karte (die Karten): map

das Flugzeug (die Flugzeuge): airplane

der Zug (die Züge): train

die U-Bahn (die ~Bahnen): subway

die S-Bahn: commuter train

die Straßenbahn / die Tram (die Trams): tramway, streetcar

das Auto (die Autos): car

der Bus (die Busse): bus

das Taxi (die Taxis): taxi

das Schiff (die Schiffe): ship

das Boot (die Boote): boat

die Fähre (die Fähren): ferry

das Fahrrad (die ~räder): bike

das Motorrad (die ~räder): motorcycle

der Flughafen (die ~häfen): airport

der Flug (die Flüge): flight

der Pilot (die Piloten): pilot

der Flugbegleiter (die ~begleiter): flight attendant

die Airline (die Airlines) / die Fuggesellschaft (die ~gesellschaften): airline

das Terminal (die Terminals): terminal

das Gate (die Gates): gate [only at airports; in everyday life gate means das Tor (die Tore)]

der Fahrplan (die ~pläne): timetable, schedule

die Ankünfte: arrivals [the signs at train stations and airports usually read Ankunft (sg.)]

Abfahrten [trains] / Abflüge [planes]: departures [same as above, Abfahrt / Abflug]

der Zoll (die Zölle): customs

der Check-in (die Check-ins) / die Abfertigung (die Abfertigungen): check in

die Bordkarte (die ~karten): boarding pass, boarding card

die Sicherheitskontrolle (die ~kontrollen): security control

die Passkontrolle (die ~kontrollen): passport control

die Gepäckausgabe (die ~ausgaben): luggage reclaim

der Infoschalter / Auskunftsschalter (die ~schalter): information desk

der Geldwechsel (die ~wechsel): money exchange

die Station (die Stationen): station

der Bahnsteig (die ~steige): platform

der Halt (die Halte) / die Haltestelle (die ~stellen): stop

der Hafen (die Häfen): harbour

der Parkplatz (die ~plätze): parking space

die Unterkunft (die Unterkünfte): accommodation

das Hotel (die Hotels): hotel

die Rezeption (die Rezeptionen): reception

das Zimmer (die Zimmer): room

das Gästehaus (die ~häuser): guesthouse

das Hostel (die Hostels): hostel

die Jugendherberge (die ~herbergen): youth hostel

die Hütte (die Hütten): cottage

der Reiseführer (die ~führer): guide [guide can also be translated to just Führer, but don’t ever use that, because, well, memories.]

der Dolmetscher (die Dolmetscher): interpreter

die Sehenswürdigkeit (die Sehenswürdigkeiten): sight

die Tour (die Touren): tour

die Kamera (die Kameras): camera

das Foto (die Fotos): photo

das Souvenir (die Souvenirs): souvenir

das Mitbringsel (die Mitbringsel): a present brought home when returning from travel; a present brought by a visitor to their host

die Postkarte (die ~karten): postcard

der Jetlag (die Jetlags): jetlag

die Reiseübelkeit / die Reisekrankheit (no pl.): motion sickness

reisen (reiste, gereist): to travel

buchen (buchte, gebucht): to book, to reserve

canceln (cancelte, gecancelt): to cancel

(sich) verspäten (verspätete, verspätet): to delay

umsteigen (stieg um, umgestiegen): to change; to transfer

mieten (mietete, gemietet): to rent

packen (packte, gepackt): to pack

ein/auschecken (checkte ein, eingecheckt): to check in/out

SMH Goes to the Women's March

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Dex looked around nervously as they rode the T into Boston. Of all of his teammates he was the least politically active, and it worried him that he would just feel out of place, or that they would leave him behind because he wasn’t really one of them.

Shitty had hosted a bunch of them the night before so they didn’t have to leave from Samwell that morning, and was currently leaning against the train with his sign that read “This Is What A Feminist Looks Like” as he chatted with Lardo (who constructed a large vulva with teeth) about the planning some of the law students did prior to the March.

Sitting on a chair was Ransom who was looking at anatomy flash cards as the train moved along, while Holster kept feeding him pieces of a muffin to keep him focused. The bespectacled blond had made two signs for them with appropriate Park and Recs references citing Lesile Knope’s disapproval.  

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opulent // kms

Originally posted by sugabeats

→ vampire!au, rich!au, slight business!au
→ ❝…id like to request a minseok vampire au that maybe someone tries to another vampire tries to seduce or flirt with the reader and he gets really possessive of her? like he doesn’t want them to touch his mate…❞
→ word count: 1.2k
→ *i wrote this via my phone so sksksks excuse any typos !!

as minseok’s delicate fingers kissed the smooth skin of (y/n)’s legs under her long gown, she kept a steady, peaceful hum ringing in the back of her throat.

her keen eyes were trained on the neon signs they passed in their limousine, the indications of blooming life sending her into a hypnotized state. the evolved nature of human beings had always fascinated her to a great extent, but she found the night-life truly enchanting.

“have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?” her mate murmured, catching her attention with a gentle kiss to the jaw.

“three times now,” she responded, smiling shyly at his sugar-coated compliment.

the moment she turned her head to the left, she was met with his captivating gaze. his eyes glowed a bright red shade in the lighting, pairing incredibly well with the natural radiance of his skin. had he not been so bounteous with his touches, she might’ve began to doubt whether or not he was truly tangible. though he was one of her kind, she saw him as somehow set apart from everyone else; a rarity within their species.

his lips curled up into a smile as their vehicle came to a slow stop in front of kim junmyeon’s mansion.

“good,” he spoke lovingly, “i wouldn’t want you to forget how wild you drive me.”

“what time should i pick you up, sir?” their driver asked after the partition slowly rolled itself down.

“midnight,” was his response, “i don’t plan on staying too terribly long.”


each person in the large house drank cool red liquid from clear wine glasses until the blood droplets stained their lips a sheer crimson shade, leaving them all looking a little less like spurious humans and bit more like what they really were—dangerous beings glamorized in a tempting, deceitful light.

minseok and (y/n) were a couple that stood out slightly within a group of beings that reeked of opulence, as both of them appeared much more personable to the people around them. their grins didn’t seem as feigned; their laughs were loud and authentic.

this was the person minseok became around his mate—a much kinder, more pleasant person. her toothy smile melted his cold exterior, abandoning him with nothing other than his hidden vulnerability.

they’d eventually managed to further isolate themselves from their peers by lounging in the cool air of junmyeon’s outdoor patio, basking in each other’s company while they could.

the pair did so until his phone beeped twice as he received a message that said he was needed back inside for a few minutes.

he sighed, stuffing the phone back into the pocket of his slacks.

“sorry,” he muttered. this was one second prior to pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek, careful as to not ruin her makeup, “jongin and sehun need some help closing a deal with one of our guests.”

“it’s okay, i promise,” she responded sincerely, watching as he set his wine glass onto the marble table opposite them. she gave him just enough time to rise to his feet before tugging on the collar of his suit jacket. in doing so, she pulled him into a quick kiss, one that left the slightest bit of nude lipstick around the edges of his lips, “just try not to take too long.”

he left her companionship with a smile gracing his face at the idea of his girlfriend adoring his own enough to dislike their parting.

much like her boyfriend, chae haseon was also a man who’d taken a liking to this woman. when minseok walked past him, he took it as an opportunity to take his place outside, where she was patiently—despite how bored she felt—waiting.

when he sat down next to her, (y/n) put on a friendly smile—mostly because she was grateful she wouldn’t have to bear her own weariness toward the party alone.

it wasn’t until he brought a finger up to wipe a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth that she began to grow weary of him.

she felt that his words were spoken too close to her ear, and that he was touching her far more than what was needed. she knew him, but no, she didn’t know him—all of these little things together made her feel uncomfortable.

the woman would’ve said something, had the setting been different. she didn’t want a fight to erupt—that could easily hurt her mate’s future work.

while haseon was in the midst of telling her how stunning the low-cut dress she wore made her look, his sentence came to an abrupt stop, silenced by the distinct sound of footsteps behind them.

“i love that dress on you, doll. just looking at you tonight makes me want to—”

in an instant, he was retracting his touch from her fabric-covered thigh.

(y/n) inwardly let out a sigh of relief as she turned to face minseok, feeling her eyebrows unfurrow themselves.

“no, no, please continue,” he drawled out. his lips curled around those words very slowly as he tried to keep his anger concealed, but he couldn’t manage to keep such a faux calm for long; his eyes flashed a darker shade of red and hie continuation slipped out as a mere hiss, “i’m dying to hear all about what you’d do to my girl.”

this was the persona he had shed within the past year—the one that made everyone so frightened to be near him. he didn’t find its reappearance to be unjustified, either. setting aside how much he despised the way the other man looked at her, he could see (y/n)’s discomfort from all the way inside the house.

haseon nervously scrambled out of his chair in response. he was a bit annoyed himself, yet he knew better than to pick a fight with someone like kim minseok.

he did his best to take refuge inside, but even with speed such as his own, minseok had managed to take a firm hold of his shoulders before he was able to do so.

the taller of the two unclenched his jaw and brought his lips down to the blonde’s ear in spite of their impeccable hearing.

“if you even think about looking at her in such a way again,” he whispered, pausing momentarily to glance at his mate’s new look of concern, “i’ll make you wish you’d really died all those years ago.”

his voice lowered to a furious whisper as he went into detail, pretending she couldn’t hear every vile thing that left his mouth. while he was outward with his feelings, he wished to not worry her any further.

“are you alright?” she asked once haseon was finally allowed to scurry away.

“i should be asking you that question,” minseok muttered while sitting himself back down in his seat.

he still looked like he may murder someone, yet it visibly comforted him when she lifted a hand to carefully brush the brunette hairs away from his eyes.

“i’m fine,” she answered truthfully. she was alright, now that haseon was gone, “you, though, i’m not so sure about. it looks like you want to murder someone.”

she smiled jokingly, attempting to lighten the atmosphere around them.

“well, you aren’t wrong.”

he sighed and rested his head on her shoulder.

her fingers kept combing themselves through his hair as she suggested, “so, let’s kill someone.”

I saw exo by myself after their concert and freaked

Okay so after exo concert on February last year. They let the fans out of prudential center first. Most fans had left but there were a handful that stayed. So tell me how the security tried to give us the slip (me and my friend) saying that they were going out through the closed gate which was on the other side of the building. So, we went over there because the van was actually facing that way. We saw them come out and they waved before getting in.

Then, to my utter and complete horror, the van proceeded to reverse and then go out through the other gate. My ass was like hell no. So I bolted like the Usain Bolt down the block to see if I could meet them at the corner. (Mind you I have asthma and it was raining and them blocks are long as shit) so then, I stopped at the end of the block because the van was at the stop light. And I was the only person at the corner. I ain’t know what to do. I just waved like a goofball and cheese really hard. Chanyeol waved back, Kai was staring and sehun too. My ass almost fainted.

But this ain’t the end of it yall. So my friend had to leave and I had to go back home so I had to take the NJ transit train back and I was also lost a couple times. But I made it to 32nd street. My train is at the corner of 32nd, right in front of this hotel. So, I walked up to it and stood in front of the train sign, pulled out my phone and proceeded to call my mom, however my phone died mid call.

So, a van pulls up directly in front of me but I ain’t think too much on it. Until I was hearing korean. I looked up so fast and almost shit myself. The boys came off the bus and we’re standing right in front of the entrance. I can see chanyeol, Kai and sehun watching me. I actually thought they would recognize me and I swore they did but I pretended to not know who they were and faked an entire phone call with my mom as they stood there talking for what felt like forever. Before they walked in. Now, I broke down crying the moment they stepped foot inside the hotel. The manager saw me, looked at me like he wanted to say something but didn’t and followed them. I can honestly say I went home crying heavy!