#I woke up at 6am today to get to work early and everything

[yellobb]

Guess who gave herself ✨food poisoning✨

[loulovingho]

Bucktommy cuddling in bed, please? Doesn't have to lead to anything, just them being soft.

Since their third date, when Buck told Tommy about his fears after getting struck by lightning and how he spent so long texting Bobby every morning to make sure everything was alright, Buck woke up to a text from Tommy.

Without fail.

Five straight months of 6am texts. Even the days he was working, when he was already awake and had been for a while, he'd still get a text to check in.

That's why Buck's heart nearly sunk directly to the floor when he checked his phone one morning at 6:32am, right after they'd gotten back from a call, to see that Tommy hadn't texted him.

He hesitated briefly, but sent Tommy a heart, followed by a everything okay?

Another thing Tommy had always been great at is answering Buck back quickly. The only time he didn't, or couldn't, was when he was working.

And he wasn't working today.

It didn't take long for Bobby to notice him glaring down at his phone.

“What's wrong, Buck?”

“Oh,” Buck put his phone back in his pocket, waving Bobby off. “It's nothing. No big deal.”

“You sure? Looks like it might be. Everything okay?”

Buck let out a sigh, then explained. “Tommy hasn't missed a morning of texting me for five months. Every single morning, six on the dot.”

“I'm guessing there was no text today?”

Buck shook his head. “No. I texted him, but I haven't heard back. Maybe... Maybe he just overslept? Or forgot, or something.”

“Okay,” Bobby replied with a nod, “well, go get changed and head on out. We've got it covered.”

“But, Cap-”

“Shift ends in thirty minutes anyway. And we both know you won't be able to let it go until you make sure he's alright. Need Eddie to tag along?”

“N- No, I.. I'm sure I'm overreacting.”

“Text me and let me know once you know. And Buck?”

“Yeah, Cap?”

“Try not to panic.”

Not willing to make any promises, Buck turned and headed for his locker.

*****

It took him nearly half an hour to get to Tommy's place, and he didn't think twice about using the key Tommy had given him a couple months back to let himself in. Especially since he still hadn't heard a word from him.

“Tommy?” He spoke cautiously as he entered the house, trying to keep calm against all the negative thoughts running through his mind.

No answer.

The house was dark. It didn't look like Tommy had been up at all. If it weren't for his car out front, Buck wouldn't think he was there.

He moved further into the house, heading down the hall toward Tommy's bedroom.

“Tommy?” His voice was shaky this time, unsteady.

The door squeaked as he pushed it open, but he immediately sighed a breath of relief when the body tangled up under the covers moved.

“Evan?” Tommy questioned, eyes squinting toward him in confusion. “Why're you here?”

“I'm checking on you.” Buck toed off his shoes and walked over to the bed, crawling up beside Tommy. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out and resting a hand over his forehead. “You don't feel hot.”

“M'fine,” Tommy answered, wrapping the blankets tighter around his neck. His voice still sounded rough from sleep. “What time is it? You're supposed to be at work.”

“It's a little past seven. I got worried when I didn't get a text from you this morning. Cap let me leave early.”

“Seven?” Tommy looked even more confused by that. He turned and grabbed his phone off the nightstand, shoulders slumping when he confirmed the time. “God, Evan, I'm sorry. I- I didn't know.”

“It's okay,” Buck assured him. “I'm just glad you're not severely injured or dead, like my head decided you were on the way over.”

Tommy smiled softly, holding out his arms for Buck to come lay in.

Happily, Buck pushed the comforter back on his usual side of the bed and laid beside Tommy, resting his head on his chest.

With one of Tommy's hands soothingly rubbing up and down his back, and the other massaging at his scalp, Buck almost allowed himself to be completely at ease.

Almost.

Because he still knew that something was wrong, even if he couldn't quite figure it out yet.

After pressing a kiss to Tommy's pec, Buck asked again, “Are you okay?”

Tommy took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he answered. “My mom died thirty years ago today,” he admitted.

Buck stilled, then brought his arm to wrap tighter around Tommy's waist. “Oh, Tommy, I- I had no idea.” He leaned up slightly to be able to look at him. “You didn't tell me before, did you? Because-”

“No, no. I don't ever really talk about it, so I'm sure I've never mentioned it.”

Carefully, Buck rolled off of Tommy, lying flat on the bed. He pulled Tommy along with him, having him rest inside his arms instead. “I decided you're the one needing held today,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Tommy's head.

Tommy laid on him with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of Buck's heart thumping in his chest. “I don't usually miss her this much,” he said. “I mean, I always miss her, but anniversaries don't usually make it worse.”

“Grief has a way of sneaking up on you when you don't expect it.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. “It's kind of a pain in the ass.”

Buck huffed out a laugh. “Yes, it is.”

“I just... I think about talking to her a lot. Telling her about my life, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“And there's always been updates here and there. She would have hated me being in the army. Would've been worried sick. She would still worry about me as a firefighter, but she would have been proud. But I think,” he paused, snuggling closer to Buck, “I think this is the first time I could've told her all about my personal life, not just the work stuff.”

Buck's hand stilled from where his fingertips had lightly been brushing over Tommy's arm. “Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah. All these years I've just gone over what work accomplishments I could have talked to her about. I didn't even think about that this time.”

Carefully, Buck scooted further down into the bed. He maneuvered them around until they were both on their sides facing one another. He tangled their legs together, and they each slung an arm around the other's waist.

“What would you have said?” Buck asked. “About your life?”

Tommy smiled. “You wanna hear me talk about you?”

“Oh, this life conversation includes me?” Buck replied cheekily. “I guess that's just a plus.”

Tommy stared into Buck's eyes as he thought over his words. “I would've told her that my friend Howie called me one day and asked me for an insane favor. A favor I probably should've thought twice about, but I didn't. And how he showed up with these two other guys who I'd never seen before. Then one of those guys would go on to make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

Even as he teared up, a smile grew on Buck's face. “You mean Eddie, don't you?”

That got a laugh out of Tommy. A big laugh where his eyes closed and his nose scrunched up. “I'd also tell her he always knows how to make me feel better. And he's good to me, and for the first time in my life I feel complete.”

“You do?” Buck asked, eyes going soft.

“I do. I'd tell her that this guy never stops surprising me. How he cares so deeply about everyone around him that I constantly have to remind him that he exists too. How fiercely protective he is. How safe I feel with him.”

Buck fought at blinking his tears away. He cleared his throat. “Do you think your mom would wanna meet me?”

“Oh, I know she'd wanna meet you. She'd be crazy about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Because I'd like to tell her more about her son.”

“Evan.”

“I'm serious.” Buck brought his hand to Tommy's face, stroking his cheek. “I'd love to tell her what a great job she did raising you. How gentle you are, how loving and patient you are. How you always listen, and you seem to know how I'm feeling before I do. How I- I'd love to spend the rest of my life beside you, if you'd let me.”

Tommy swallowed hard. “Really?”

Buck nodded.

It wasn't a proposal. They didn't even live together yet. But it was a promise. A promise of a future together without an expiration date.

Tommy cradled himself into Buck's arms again. “I love you so much, Evan.”

Buck held him tight, hoping the depth of love he had for Tommy could be felt through his touch. “I love you too, Tommy.”

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 9

chapter warnings: none?

this is a little all over the place which i apologise for but i mentioned a couple posts ago that when i was writing this i didn't have any intention of posting it so i've been going through and adding things in to make it better essentially, and this is one of those chapters that i've had to just close my eyes and press post as rereading this for the first time felt like a fever dream... but as i've said i just want this story to just be fun :)

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“That’s cool, I didn’t really expect anything in the first place. I like you too, quite a lot, but I’ve been in situations like this before and it’s taken a lot to come back from it, so I’m sorry but I don’t think I can. I’m sorry. Sweet dreams x”

You saw Vinny’s text when you woke up bright and early to your alarm at 6am, you felt your heart sink but you respected his decision. You sighed, getting out of bed with a yawn, going to brush your teeth and have a think about what to say in your reply to him.

However, as you were in the bathroom, you heard your phone vibrating on your bed. As you rush to rinse your toothbrush off, you pick your phone back up to see it was Bryan. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked, “We invited you to dinner last night but we didn’t hear from you. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead or anything.”

“No, I’m still very much alive, I just wasn't feeling too well,” you chuckled, “What time do we have to be out of here this morning?”

“We’ve not got to be out for hours, but we're aiming to be out at 9 so we have some time to spare, so meet us by the bus just before?”

“Okay, great. I better go and take a shower and pack back up again.” You said, looking around your room at the mess you and Angela had made whilst searching for an outfit for your ‘date’ with Vinny. 

Which reminded you, you still needed to text him back. 

“I’ll let you go and sort everything out, I’ll text you just before we leave our rooms, we'll meet you by the front desk.”

“Okay sure, thank you, bye!”

“Bye!” 

As soon as you hung up, you went straight to Vin’s message and started typing your reply.

“That’s okay, I respect that and I’m sorry, I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship. See you later :)”

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You had been sat on the bus for almost two hours, and you still had an hour to go before you got to the next venue. You were staring out of the window sitting next to Folio, who was shopping for some new fishing gear on his laptop, whilst the other guys were all playing something on Matt’s Xbox that they plugged into the tv. 

“Folio, can I ask you something kinda strange?” You asked, crossing your legs as you tilted your head. 

“Sure,” he smiled, looking up from his screen, “Ask away, what’s up?”

“Does weed ever make you horny?”

Nick didn’t know what to expect when you asked to ask him a 'kinda strange' question, but it certainly wasn’t that. He furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging open, you had left him speechless. 

“Uh… Why are you asking?” He seemed perplexed, as far as he knew you had never smoked before. 

“Oh, I just saw this tweet, that's all. I didn’t know if it was serious or not.��

“Oh,” he laughed, “Well I guess I could see how that could work… But personally I’ve never uh, never had that happen to me before.”

“I guess you only smoke with guys,” you chuckled, “Not that it’s bad to be horny around the guys!”

“Woah!” Noah gasped, freezing on his way to the bathroom as he caught what you were saying, “What are we talking about? All I heard was being horny around the guys?!” 

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked up at him. 

“I was just asking Folio something. Are we almost there yet?”

“Okay I do not want to know what you asked him! But yeah, I thought traffic would be pretty bad today but it’s not really. We should be there pretty soon.” He says, excusing himself to go and pee.

"I was thinking about starting a youtube," Nicholas announces, "I think what Ricky does is pretty cool-"

"Hell no!" Matt laughs, "I am not having a camera shoved in my face all day."

"I just thought it would be a cool way to connect with the fans," Ruffilo adds, "I just don't know what kind of equipment I'd need or where to even start."

"I could help..." You suggest, and you notice all the guys- except Nicholas- glaring at you, their eyes almost twitching, "Maybe we could try and vlog today to see how it goes?"

"That would be awesome," he smiles, "Thanks y/n."

"No problem." You grin, watching the horror on all the guys faces, trying not to chuckle to yourself.

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Whilst the equipment was being taken into the venue, the guys from both bands were all stood together in three groups: Ryan, Ricky, Vinny, Folio and Jolly; Justin, Nicholas, Noah, Bryan and you, whilst Chris was on a call in the bus, and Matt was helping move things. 

As the group you were with were discussing a movie that all wanted to see when it comes out in theatres, you can’t help but listen into the others’ conversation. 

“So, Vin, what did you get up to last night?” Ryan asked with a smirk, blowing out a cloud of smoke from his vape. 

“I went out for dinner with an old friend, I don’t think I’ve seen him in about six years so it was great to catch up.” 

“Oh, ‘him’?” Ryan grinned, as the other guys looked in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” Vinny asked, shaking his head.

“Well, last night I asked for the keys to the bus so I could see if I left my vape in there because my other one died, and I was told you had the keys. I came to yours and Rick’s room and he said you were out with a friend, so I went to the bus anyway and all I could hear was ‘oh Vinny! Right there Vinny! Oh Vinny I’m gonna cum!’” He laughed as he mocked your voice, “So who was this ‘friend’?” 

“You don’t know her.” Vinny said, bluntly, looking down at his feet.

“Was it Amy again?” Ricky asked, “I know she’s a stoner and Chris said the driver complained that the bus stank of weed this morning.”

“No, it wasn’t. She’s in California anyway.” Vinny sighs, “look, you don’t know her okay, and it was a mistake. She’d never smoked before and we got high and one thing led to another…”

As he said that, you watched as something clicked in Folio’s brain as he came to a realisation and his head snapped up before looking over at you, catching your eye. You quickly looked away, taking a breath before approaching Nicholas.

"So Nick, I have my spare camera with me if you'd like to borrow that for your vlogs?"

"Really?" He smiled, putting out his cigarette, "That would be great, thank you!"

And so you spent the next hour teaching him how to use your camera for videoing, and he was a pretty quick learner. You stood with him during soundcheck as he spoke into the camera, the other guys trying to stay away from him as much as they could, but Folio couldn't get away too quickly.

"So, tell me about the tour." Nicholas smiled behind the camera, recording Folio as he sat as his drums. You sat by them, working on your laptop, editing pictures and thinking of different shots you wanted to get tonight.

"Uh, it's gonna be awesome! We're playing at some places we've never been before, we're joined by the greatest people we could ever tour with-"

"Noah!" Ruffilo quickly interrupts Nick as he turns the camera to Noah, who crossed his arms and let out a long sigh, "Do you have a tour update for us?"

"Well, I can tell you tonight's shows gonna be sick, Matt's insanely good at his job," he clapped his hands together as he thought, "I don't know what else to say..."

"You guys really suck, y'know that." Nicholas said as he put the camera down. "We used to be youtubers, man, what happened?"

"I wouldn't say that." Noah laughed.

"Why don't you just talk to the camera," a familiar voice suggested from behind you, causing you to tense up, you hadn't spoken to him at all today, and the thought alone made you feel nervous, "That's what Rick does most of the time. I think it's quite wholesome..."

Vinny was checking out what Folio was doing as he set up his drums, testing them with his drum tech to make sure they sounded alright and everything was as it should be. Yet he didn't acknowledge you at all, which made you feel even worse about the situation.

Instead of listening to him talk to Folio, unable to look away from his arms as he reached out to help Nick make sure his snare was in place or something, you decided to be a good friend.

"I'll give you an update, I feel like I need to introduce myself to you guys' fans anyway."

"That's such a good idea," Nicholas' eyes widened, it was almost as if you could see a lightbulb above his head in that moment. You watched as he switched the camera back on, "So on this tour, you might see a new face running around the stage, this is y/n!" He turned the camera to you and you smiled, "Why don't you tell them a bit about yourself."

You tried to push through the awkwardness of speaking to a camera, and nodded your head, this was your idea after all.

"So, I'm y/n, I'm a friend of Bryan's and I'm a photographer. It's been my dream for years now to be a touring photographer for bands, so I'm so happy to be here and to be working with my best friend! However, I'm actually Motionless in White's photographer for the first few shows, but after that I'll be up there getting some cool pictures of Bad Omens." You grinned, not knowing what else to say.

"Hey, Vinny!" Nicholas pointed the camera back to the drums, zooming in on Vin, "How was she?"

"What?" Vinny's eyes filled with horror, furrowing his eyebrows as he shook his head in confusion, and Folio clocked this too, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Y/n, on the first show of the tour, how was she?"

"Oh, um... Good, I guess. I dunno, I wasn't really paying any attention."

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As the guys went over things one last time in soundcheck, you sat outside with Angela as she took a puff of her vape. She had only got here about twenty minutes ago, and you had been stuck to her side. Vinny hadn’t spoken to you all day, and all that kept playing in your head was the moment he told the guys by the bus that ‘it was a mistake.’ You desperately wanted to know if he meant that, or if he was just saying it to get the guys off his back. 

“What’s up?” Angela asked suddenly, “You’ve been pretty quiet... bad date last night?”

“That’s one way of describing it.”

“What happened?” She asked, eager to know. 

“The restaurant was shut so we got a pizza and watched a movie on the bus. I got high for the first time and then… We did something we shouldn’t have.” 

“You fucked?!” She almost shouted. 

“Shhh! Yes, but Ryan heard us from outside. He doesn’t know it was me, and I don’t think Vin would tell him. But I told Vinny when I was back in my room that I don’t want to commit to anything right now as I still don’t know how I’m feeling and I think it upset him.”

“Why? What makes you think that?” She frowned. 

“He's been off with me all day, he hasn't spoken to me at all and when Ruff asked him a question about me he gave him the bleakest answer he could, and then last night- Wait I’ll show you the texts.” You said, reaching in your pocket for your phone. 

“Dang,” she whispered as she read what Vin said, “Y'know, he has been hurt in the past, he’s just protecting himself, honey.” She says, wrapping an arm around you, hugging you from the side and your knees touch as you both sat on the cold stone step outside. 

“I know,” you sigh, “I just feel so shitty for upsetting him like that. And he hasn’t spoken to me all day, I'm just worried I've fucked everything up, all because I wanted to be honest with him!” You groan, resting your head on her shoulder as you try to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Hey, don’t get upset, I know Vin and I know he'll get over it! Look, we still have half an hour or so before I start working on their faces,” she smiled, “Why don’t we go and get donuts? If we’re feeling kind we can bring some back for the guys- heavy on the if.” 

“That sounds great.” You smiled, and Angela took your hand as you both stood up. 

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“Guess what we’ve got!” Angela grinned as she set the box down on the table backstage.

“Where’s Chris? I made sure we got some vegan ones for you too, they look even better than ours!” You smiled, handing him the paper bag. 

“Thank you so much! They look delicious!” Chris gasped as he took the bag from you, watching as the rest of the guys fought over which ones they wanted. 

“Hey, y/n, can I talk to you quickly?” Folio asked, nodding his head towards the door as if to say in private. 

You followed him out and asked him what he wanted.

“I just don’t think it’s a coincidence.” He says.

“What?” 

“Don’t do this to me, y/n. I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What?!”

“Last night you weren’t picking up your phone, Noah was knocking at your room but you weren’t answering. Then this morning you ask if weed makes you horny? Then, it turns out Vinny also went missing, he was caught having sex in the bus and- to only confirm my suspicions- the girl he was with had never smoked before. Not to mention his face when Ruff asked him that question earlier.”

“Look, he could’ve been making that up!” 

“You can’t fool me, y/n.” He smiled, shaking his head, “First I catch you and Noah, then Ryan catches you with Vin-”

“It wasn’t me!” 

“Bullshit! Bryan did everything he could to convince the guys for you to join us and so far all you’ve done is take a couple crap pictures and fuck 2 of the guys!” He exclaimed.

“What? I never fucked Noah!” You scoffed.

“So you did fuck Vin?”

“No!” You sigh, your back hitting the wall as you slide down to a crouching position. “Nick, what is this all about? I thought we were friends, why are you doing this to me?”

“I care about my band and our reputation. I care about my friends.”

“And now you don’t care about me? I thought we were friends? Now you hate me all of a sudden? This doesn't make sense?”

Folio paused, shaking his head. 

“Hey, look, I don’t hate you, y/n. I’m sorry if I worded that wrong. I’ve just had the worst fucking year of my life, ever since my girlfriend left, and seeing you mess around with these guys hurts because I don’t want them to feel a fraction of the way I have.”

“Oh, Nick,” you frowned, “Look, it’s not my intention to fuck around, I mean it. It’s just… Can I be really honest with you? And I mean pinky promise kind of honest, you won't tell the guys?”

“Always.” He said, holding his pinky finger out to you.

“I really like Noah, I think I always have, but sometimes he gives me the impression he doesn’t feel the same way. But then that night at the club when I met Vinny I feel like we instantly clicked. I feel like I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. He got upset when he found out what me and Noah got up to that night, and I told him that there's nothing between me and Noah, y'know, I told him we aren't exclusive or anything. So he asked me on a date, it kinda didn’t go to plan and yes, I fucked Vinny on the bus last night, and then I also fucked everything up between us by telling him I just want to have fun whilst we're on tour and not have to be tied down to one guy, I don't care how that makes me sound! I like Noah and Vinny, Vinny knows I like Noah, but Noah has no idea about Vin and-” 

“You’re in quite a predicament,” Nick sighs, pressing his lips together, “Have you talked to Noah about that night, the two of you on the bus?”

“No, we sort of just pretended like it never happened.”

“I think you need to talk to him, y/n.”

“Talk to who? What’s going on?” Noah asked, standing by the door, “I wondered where you guys got to.” 

“Can I talk to you, Noah?" You ask as Folio gives you a smile and slips past you back into the room. 

“Of course, what’s up?” He asks, shutting the door behind Nick as he followed you over to the end of the hallway, making sure nobody else heard what you were about to talk about. 

“I… What are we, Noah?" You blurted it out, afraid to even look up at him, "I can’t keep pretending like there’s nothing going on between us.” 

“Whatever you want us to be.” Noah says, noticing how upset you had gotten. He puts a hand out to you and pulls you up. “Is this all that’s bothering you?”

You nod your head, wiping the tears away from your eyes. 

“I really like you Noah, but whilst we're on tour to commit to anything. How would it look if Bad Omens suddenly have this new photographer then it comes out that she's with the lead singer, everyone will hate me, especially your fans, other bands won't take me seriously, I might not get booked if they think you're the reason I got a way in, they'll think I'm just doing it to get to you, do you see where I'm coming from?” As you finish rambling, Noah nods his head.

“I do, and it's a shame you have to think like that, but if it's something that's going to put our careers at risk then we have to put that first for now," he says, brushing your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, “We can just keep things casual, helping each other out when we need it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was so pretty up close, you were more than jealous. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled, looking up at him. 

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Noah’s hand raised to your chin, his finger pulling your face up for him to capture your lips with his own as he leaned down, his other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him as you hesitantly arms wrapped around his neck.

As you kissed you thought about how his lips felt on yours, and how the warm feeling was growing in your stomach, similar to how you felt with Vinny last night. However with Vinny, that warm feeling was replaced by electricity, adrenaline, it made you want to come back for more. It was addictive, whereas Noah felt safe, homely even. However, the moment was quickly over as you opened your eyes, suddenly spotting Vinny stood by the door, his face paled as he quickly turned back around, before you could even push away from Noah. 

“Sorry,” Noah apologised as you shoved him off of you, “Shit!”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I was into it, wanted it! It’s just I really need to pee! Pre-show nerves!” You laughed nervously, running off to the bathroom. 

You locked yourself in a stall and finally allowed yourself to breathe before quickly sent a text to Angela asking if she could come and talk, but she didn’t see it, you assumed she was doing the guys’ makeup. You checked the time on your phone, knowing that Motionless were set to go on at 6, so if you waited a little while you could hopefully avoid Vinny and the terrible guilt you’d feel in his presence and then rush out on to the stage with your camera.

When your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked to see a text from Matt. 

“Is everything okay? Noah said you ran off to the bathroom all of a sudden.” 

“Need a tampon or something? I could go and get some?” 

You laughed at Matt’s text, but found it quite wholesome that he was willing to do that. 

“No, I'm okay!” You replied, followed by, 

“Have miw gone out yet?”

“Yeah they just went on, you better run out there!”

“Vinny was asking about you.”

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don’t worry team vinny we will be so back in a couple chapters!! <3

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[popcornforone]

Rise

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fiction

Well Frankie… sometimes a need just needs a scratch & you were it… so happy Frankie Friday everyone. This is just me getting something out of my system.

Synopsis:- You wake up early & hear a noise… he couldn’t be home could he?

Word count: 2500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Pure smut hardly any plot. PIV sex, oral, swearing, cream pie, spitting, chocking, talk of masturbation, rough passionate longing sex, home intruder theme to start, description that might go too far. Yes I was feral I needed an outlet okay?!

Thank as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

As your 6am alarm goes off you whine, your phone buzzing away & you turn over & try & hit the snooze button.

“10 more minutes” you mumble before burying your head back into your pillow. So soft & warm. You pull the bed sheet up a little because it had slipped while you had slept. Your bare back feeling a little chilled as you’d obviously turned in the night. The temptation in your half sleep to slip your hands between your thighs & have a touch. Usually your morning shower gives you the time you need to self pleasure but every now & then an early wake up might require even more moments.

But then your ears prick up. There’s a buzzing coming from the bathroom. Did you leave the extractor fan on over night? That’s what the noise is. You must have done so you burry your head back into the pillow to get a few more minutes sleep. As your legs stretch you do realise the air is slightly damn. No way you think. You didn’t leave a tap on over night. You’re now concerned & you pay a little more attention to the room in a half haze. Eyes adjusting, not wanting to put a light in incase it’s a burglar or something even worse. There’s always a small baseball bat under your side of your bed, for protection. You slowly lean down & grab the handle, as you glimpse at the door. there is a light on & a small moving shadow. Someone or something is in your bathroom. You make sure your breasts are covered & you bring the baseball bat up to the side of the bed, ready to confront who has broken into your apartment & is in the bathroom.

The door flys open & the room bursts into the bright light of the bathroom & fills with the steam from the room flooding your senses. You squint & make sure a hand is on the bat. But then your hand lowers the bat & you sit there open mouthed, eyes popping out of your skull at the sight in front of you.

Today was the 8th.

You’d completely forgotten, it had been so long.

He’d obviously came home from his mission extremely late & had leapt in the shower so not to wake you in bed at 5am. All the sweat & muck from travelling back washed away & gone. He’s not even wearing his hat. That luscious thick mop of hair has been rubbed maybe twice by a towel which is probably more than his body. Yes he has come out of a steam filled hot small bathroom, but there is a lot of hot water on him. His hairy chest glistening. Those broad shoulders calling out for you. Lips that need a kiss. A beard that needs to graze your skin. Powerful thighs ready to keep you in place. The only issue is how he is holding his towel. He’s not wrapped it around him. He is litrally holding it in place to cover his penis. It’s white & crisp the towel. You can see in the reflection of the mirror his Glorious arse & you can see his tip too as he standing legs slightly apart. Yea your man is that big.

“Frankie!?”

“Morning beautiful” he says. A grin on his face, as he sees you look him up & down, knowing you’re admiring everything. He knows he looks good.

“You… you…you’re back!” You stumble through your words, trying to hold back at the fact that you want him to rail you right now.

“Yep, didn’t get back to base til 3am, sorry if I woke you baby, but I needed to see your face before you leave for work, 42 days has seemed like a life time”

“I’d do the hours minutes & seconds but my brain isn’t computing as I’m still half asleep”you giggle & stretch. The baseball bat is in your hands as you do this, so you can show frankie how prepared you were to take someone on, but he’s not paying attention to that. The bed sheet has just dropped down your body. Your erect nipples are on show & he licks his lips expectantly. His own hand loses grip on his towel & it falls to the floor. You eyes now widen at his penis. Long, meaty, veiny, starting to get excited. A small amount of saliver drips down your chin. You grip the bat as if it was his shaft. “I’m awake now”

“Fuck yeah baby” his hand ruffles through his hair, water still falling from it. He takes a few steps & drags the bed sheet off. His eyes dark at the sight that lays before him. “Rise & shine sexy, time for a morning wake up”

He is big & powerful. He has to be for work but he has you quivering beneath him in seconds. Those tree trunk thigh, still damp from the shower touch your own. You toss the baseball bat on the floor as you pull him down on top of you, hands straight into that thick hair, which he tussels abit again. The water dripping onto your hot body, almost sizzling as it lands.

“I missed you frankie”

“Not as much as I missed you” he licks his big flat thumb, a long slow lick. He smirks as he then takes it, trails it down his body inbetween you both, over your tummy & pelvis. It makes contact with your clit at the exact same second his lips find yours.

You don’t know what it would feel like to kiss a rose, but his lips feel soft & look redder than usual, he’s nipping around the edge of your mouth too. It’s more lots of little kisses, which are the same amount of movements as his thumb pleasuring you. He’s addicted to your moans. He asked you before this mission to leave him some voice notes. He’s got off you to going oooh baby every night for the last 42 days. Now he gets to hear it in person. You missed his touch, his skin, his kisses, his teasing & now you’re about to get all of him.

“Oooh baby”his eyes light up as you say that your hand gripping the bedding already.

“So pent up” he says as he slowly parts your legs. “Did you touch yourslef baby? While I was away?” You nod & go hmm & the gasp as his erect penis slides across your clit. Your hand thats not holding onto the bed squeezes his arse & he moans. “My little Princess couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t me was it”

“No…”

“No what” he says as he withdraws the feeling of his penis on your clit.

“No my sexy catfish”

“Oooh baby, this will make up for those pathetic…. Oooooh nights”

“Jesus ooooh fuck”

“Oooh god”

You’re talking over each other. Frankies been away longer before, but this morning at 6:15am the stretch of him filling your cunt up has you both concerned your gonna cum instantly. He stalls on his second thrust as you both talk & moan over each other. When it’s one of you this feral it’s easy to control but when it’s both of you there’s not much hope.

“Frankie oooh Frankie” he then kisses you & pushes all the way in. Loud moans come from the kiss from you both, even though your mouths are tied together. Oooh that talented tongue, you know that will make you scream in another way later. His eyes flicker open & make eye contact & he slowly pulls back from the kiss but leaves his penis buried inside you, & by inside he’s balls deep, any further & he’d be in your ribs. Youre filled.

“Sorry baby, I don’t want to cum in 11 seconds” he says & slowly starts to rock in & out taking his time.Hes got an arm wrapped underneath you while the others hand is stroking your body, which is very damp from his residue of shower water.

“Make it last Frankie” he stretches & he somehow goes even deeper. You grab fist fulls of his hair & he starts to move more. A slow pace soon becomes delicious.

“Oooh baby girl, you know I will” he’s got the devil in his eyes, a naughty glint as he finds his rhythm knowing he’s not going to coat your walls straight away. “Fuck… missed you, missed this cunt” your head is rolling back. “Come let your hand join in the fun baby.” You don’t need to be asked twice. But as your hand goes to start it’s stroking, he snatches & grabs your hand & sucks all of your dainty fingers. You moan at the sensation of that & the way you’re being satisfied as he fucks into you.

“Frankie”

“Gonna taste all of you sexy” & he then lets some saliva drip onto your fingers before letting your hand go. You are glad it’s your hand now, it’s sopping from Frankies exploits but you know just how to rub your nub to make sure you keep going. Frankies own large hands grip into your hip. His face is already straining.

“Fuck oh god”

“You like that sexy”

“Yes Frankie”

“Gonna cum? Gonna be a little slut & show me how much you missed me?” He’s brought up the word slut. The way he always says that word is so deep & always arouses you. Your friction increases your legs opening more. Moans escape you both.

“Oooh I missed the moans”

“Frankie oooh fuck yes yes yesssss” your first orgasm hits. Your body trembling. Your soul feels like it’s left your body. As your mind explodes frankie quickly withdraws & spins you so your on your front, lying flat on the bed, your own cum dripping onto the sheets.He holds your head in place as he lies almost flat on top of you. You didn’t have time to register that he’d withdrawn or complain. He’s back inside your core, his favourite warm soft spot, furvently thrusting again. Your arms stretch out ahead of you onto the pillow. One of his handslock with yours. Your two & his one gripping onto each other & the bed. You whine & moan into the pillow. You then screech as your arse is slapped.

“Frankie fuck Frankie” you can imagine the site of your pussy so sensitive being almost split open each time with his girth length. He’s so large & his pace is blistering. His weight on top of you as you lay face down makes the experience even more pleasurable but your just happy frankie is not only live, but home. Morning sex is a bonus.

“Oooooh yessss fuck” he cries. It almost feels like he’s in your stomach. He’s so deep & he is wrecking your core. Even for Frankies usual lustful approach to sex, this is more than he has done in a long time.

“Oooooh yes yes yes yes ooooh yes oooooohhhhh” you mumble into the pillow. But your not face down for long. A large hand take you by the neck to lift your head up & you grip the bed even more.

“Didnt hear you sexy” Frankie whines. “Be more vocal wake the town up”

“Frankie” the grip tightens.

“More”

“I want more Frankie” slap against your arse

“Slut”

“Fucker”

“Oooh fuck” he grips your neck even more. Your body is still flat beneath him but if he keeps pushing at this rate you’ll be a pretzel against the headboard. Your body jolts with each thrust. You know the face he’s pulling. Because you know how much your face is probably contorting. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds at your body.

“More Frankie fuck ooooh yes”

“God you’re so tight today” another smack. “Missed you & ooooh fuck fuck yea missed this cunt, missed you moan” he grips tighter & uses his fingers to twist your head by then chin so you can see his own face. There’s is his red sweaty exasperated face, teeth grinding just centemiters away. You pant & look up at him your mouth opening, gasping for any air at all.

“You want some?” Its strained his voice & you nod & Frankie spits in your mouth. The sweet taste of his saliva on your lips. You know he does this if he wants you for more than just what he’s getting. You both have needs but sometimes Frankie’s are heightened. “Good girl” his eyes light up. A frenzied kiss is sealed on your lips before he lets go of your neck & pushes your head into the pillow.

Frankie was already going at a pace but this was having you quiver beyond belief. Screaming his name into the pillow. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake as you lie exhausted into the matress. He’s still pulsing away.

“God oh fuck fuck oooooohhh yessssss baby” he screeches, cumming hard, spraying his seed inside you. Your already drenched core filled to the brim, you know there’s gonna be a little bit of a mess when he withdraws. Your head is free from his hand & you raise it from the pillow, both your body’s shuddering as you get the air back into your lungs. You moan as he removes his penis, but then you quiver. Feeling his nose just below your arse as he licks up the essence dripping from your early morning pleasure. Frankie the king of oral. Oooooos escape your mouth but then stop as he rolls to the left of you.

“Fuck baby” he says looking up at the ceiling, his erection still firm. He takes his hand & starts to stroke. It makes his large hands look small. You slowly roll over & start to cress & kiss his chest before resting your head on it.

“Call in sick?” He does his big brown puppy dog eyes at you. It’s not an ask it’s a request.

“I have a presentation today Frankie I can’t just…” his lips find yours.

“Keep work words out of your mouth baby.” He says once you break”I’m home & I want to make up for lost time”

“My presentation isn’t until 2pm, I can work from home” your use air quotes & smirk at him.

“That’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead. “Save your voice”

“& you think me being with you will save my voice” you roll your eyes. Knowing how vocal you’ve both just been.

“Good point” he laughs.

“I can keep my mouth occupied” you start kissing his chest more.

“Oooh kisses, I have missed them”

“Oooh I was thinking more than kisses Frankie” you’ve reached his happy trail. Your own much smaller hand joining his to encourage his erection.

“Oooh baby”

“Oooh Frankie” it’s not long before your hands are replace by your mouth to make sure you have a taste of this beautiful morning.

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Nineteen - Surrounded

You’d never been on such a long flight before, Florida had been the furthest you’ve traveled but that was when you were young and barely within memory. A feeling of dread sunk into you the night before - over 30 hours of travelling in a flying tin tube can do that to a person. The thought of exciting spontaneity had drifted away in the early hours of the morning and had been replaced with stomach churning anxiety. Unable to sleep as Rach snored loudly next to you, the more she breathed the more you were getting frustrated; knowing that if you’re not well slept you get grumpy and that’s the last impression you want to make in front of everyone.. although you’re sure that you won’t be the only nervous flyer on the plane tomorrow, well today seeing as it’s 2am now. Putting up with Rachel’s snoring was getting hard to bare, every breath was a reminder that she was asleep and you were not. You’re used to falling asleep first and being a deep sleeper the snoring never usually bothers you but tonight it felt like world war three was boiling up in your stomach. In a desperate attempt not to project your frustrations onto your girlfriend you decided to get up and run on the treadmill for a while - you’d been working out a lot more now there’s a gym in the house. You ran until your body felt tired then had a warm shower but that was a mistake as it only woke you up again. Moving into the lounge where your suitcases were waiting you sat and stared at them for a while until something took over your body and made you pull everything out of them. Convinced you’d forgotten something and your mind beyond able to listen to reasoning made your arms frantically unpack everything you’d squeezed in, albeit most of the stuff probably unnecessary. The words of your girlfriend “if we forget something, we can just buy it” far off in the distance. You’re not used to having spare money to spend on stuff needlessly, if you have it already it’s coming. Unfortunately half way through packing everything back into it’s place, you fell asleep.

Awakening to a slight shake of your body you opened one eye to see Rach staring down at you from above “what’s happened here then?” her soft morning voice broke the silence. Grunting in realisation you’d fallen asleep surrounded by your belongings and were using them as a blanket, you wedged your eyes shut determined to get more zzz’s. “I couldn’t sleep” you mumbled trying to force her to stop talking and leave you alone. “What’s the time?” you asked hoping beyond anything that you’d at least got a few hours but when Rach said it was 6am you could not control your disappointment that she’d woken you up. “Just leave me, I’ll tidy this up later” pulling a pair of shorts over your eyes to block out the sun. “I’m not leaving you in the middle of the floor (y/n/n), come on” Rach bent down and scooped your tired body into her arms to carry you upstairs, laying you gently on the bed she sat with you for a while stroking your hair until you fell back to sleep.

Rachel’s morning hadn’t started quite the way she’d expected it to, making herself a cuppa tea and sitting cross legged on the floor to pack up your suitcase again. She wasn’t angry, she knew this was out of the ordinary for you and had wondered when the anxiety was going to kick in. A few hours passed when she heard you stirring so flicked the kettle on then crawled back into bed with you. “Are you okay baby?” she asked as her arms wrapped around your body making you the little spoon. “How did I get here?” your voice croaky and your eyes still shut but comforted by your lady’s hold on you. “You don’t remember?” with a shake of your head Rachel filled you in on your early morning antics. Groaning in annoyance at yourself that you’ve now go to pack your entire suitcase again, something you’ve done every day for the past two weeks. “Don’t worry darlin’, I’ve sorted it” she kissed your cheek “you didn’t have to do that doll” shuffling around so you were facing her, eyes squinting from the light coming through the curtains. “I know how big of a thing this is for you, I just wish you’d have woken me up” she said gazing into your tired eyes. You laughed softly to yourself remembering how mad you were at Rachel’s snoring and told her that. “I’m dreading this flight Rach” pushing your face into her chest so your words were barely audible. You don’t like admitting when you’re scared but a worry shared and all that. “Hey it could be worse, you could be on a public plane! You’ve always wanted to go to Australia, you’ve got me and Millie and all the others, I’m sure Mary will keep you busy with TikToks! All the snacks you could want, leg room for miles, beds; we’re gonna have a great time. You won’t even realise we’ll be flying for so long. And we stop off for a whole day in Dubai, have you ever been there?” Shaking your head with mild amusement, “do I look like the type of person that’s ever been to Dubai before?” your eyebrow raised in an unsurprising fashion. “Well, we get to have an adventure there too! Another magnet for your mum’s fridge!” she smiled squeezing you tightly. Rach always knew what to say - never called you silly or your feelings stupid, always validated your emotions and made them feel normal. Rachel was the most supportive person you’d ever had in your life, never questioning or demeaning and you were starting to realise what a healthy relationship truly was.

Gathering at SGP you were greeted excitedly by some of the others, Millie and Mary came bounding over to see you both the second they noticed your car pull up. Jordan came over with her arms out shouting “look who’s here!” The days of watching Villa together on the sidelines while she was injured ran through your mind. She’d talked about her worries about making the team and you were so happy to see her here. “I’m so proud of you!!” screaming as you scooped her up, “I told you you’d do it!” Soon it was 5pm and everyone boarded the coach which included a lot of karaoke that you were urged to join in with. Checking in at the airport made everything suddenly seem real, the nerves were starting to set in and it wasn’t going unnoticed. The girls linked your arms and lead you on board the flight - Rach in the middle and you and Mill either side of her. The plane was like nothing you’d ever seen before, there were even cabins with beds at the front! Food was served and you watched films together, they then entertained themselves by interviewing you on how it felt to be on your way to your first ever World Cup. After they both fell asleep you listened to music before trying to get some shut eye yourself until the lights came back on. You’ve never been able to sleep on flights but you had never been on a private plane with so much room before so you quickly drifted off and stayed that way for hours.

Part 20 - On Top of the World

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How To Care For Your Sick Scott

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of a fever, working while sick. Fear of punishment.

His day off has long been overdue

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Scott feels like absolute shit. 

He didn’t think anything was wrong at first. He woke up to his alarm clock at 6am, well aware he’d be getting a call or text from someone, either saying something happened during the night shift and only wanted to report it so they had plenty of time to get home and avoid the well deserved wrath, or Afton informing him of his tasks that need to get done for the day. 

The point is, he woke up to press the snooze button. Closed his eyes with a long sigh as he waited for the all too familiar ding of a message appearing on his phone. 

And he did hear one. Except it was for one that came through at noon because he apparently fell back asleep right as the one from Afton was sent at 6:01am. And as soon as he reached for his phone after spotting the time on his clock, that was when he realized he felt awful. Like a giant had their hand wrapped around him with the want to squeeze him to death awful.

It took him a little too long to realize he’s sick. But the thing is, Scott doesn’t get sick. Afton made sure of that considering he wouldn’t want his overglorified secretary being unable to work. Being sick essentially means getting a pass from nigh-impossible tasks and experiments. God, wouldn’t that be a shame. 

But it is. One look at the messages says there’s too much to do to be sick. This doesn’t excuse him from what needs to be done today, it’s just made it ten times harder. 

Scott takes a deep breath as the panic rises. Sucks in a gasp when his stomach protests from just sitting up, wanting to throw something at the wall at the realization he’d have to stick to water today. How can this day get any better. 

He makes an effort to focus on his phone screen. Blinks in confusion at why David was asking where he was. Groans when it finally clicks as he reads Afton’s early morning text stating he was supposed to be at Fazbear Entertainment Center at 11am. 

At least that was the only thing the sadistic bastard wanted. He’ll let David know he’ll be there in half an hour. But the text from Jeremy says BalloonBoy’s out of commission, though that might just have to wait. And he is not brave enough to ask how that happened. Anything from Jeremy is supposed to be a report from Mike one of the originals is in bad shape and nothing else. 

Scott rubs his face in frustration, despising the fog over his mind. He can work with it, though. He just needs to get dressed and head toward David’s restaurant. That’s all he needs to do for now. 

He actually manages to succeed leaving his house in five minutes. The only problem is it sapped all of his energy. And to top it off his entire body shakes from chills that forced him to put on a long sleeve and pants for the first time in years, and yet it doesn’t nothing to chase away how cold he feels. 

It takes all of Scott’s willpower to continue walking along the street. He would much rather crawl back under the covers and fall asleep, but he can’t. It’s either fighting through this, or letting Afton do whatever the hell he wants as soon as the human is back at 100% by asking for a sick day. 

He’s fine, though. Made it to David’s restaurant without any issues. 

Stares at the door for a solid five minutes because no way in hell is he able to time darting after footsteps in his current state. He’ll end up underfoot or caught by the closing door. Why has David still not created a human friendly entrance? Why did Scott ever approve Fritz getting transferred here if risking their lives is the only way to get inside? 

“Mr. Cawthon?” 

He almost forgets that’s his last name, quickly looking up to see the towering form of Lefty of all animatronics holding the door open. 

“Yes?” 

The black bear looks as if he wants to say something before thinking better of it. “Mr. Harrison informed us you would be visiting. Would you mind some assistance coming inside?” 

Scott shakes his head as he quickly walks into the building. He tries to keep an eye on Lefty to ensure the door is held until he’s completely out of the way, but the only thing he can focus on is the screaming. He’s been long since used to it, but today it just seems like there’s a hundred children rather than just thirty. 

It’s too much. The overwhelming noises making his head feel like it’s going to split. The chills wracking his body leaving his legs trembling so much that if a giant steps too close, he’ll fall to the floor and be unable to stand back up. His stomach is having a war between feeling nauseous, and being too cold for it. 

“Hey, Scott!” 

He whirls around to see Fritz darting through the door Lefty still holds open, feeling nothing but relief having the redhead here. Until he remembers it’s a weekday. “Why are you not at school?” 

He’s given fearful wide eyes before they both jump at Lefty’s laughter. “You would get caught by Scott on the day you skip school.” 

“I didn’t skip!” Fritz exclaims. “It was a half day I swear!” 

Scott scowls. “If I find out David’s been encouraging skipping classes for work.” 

“He’s not, honestly! He even has my schedule for school, so if I did ditch he’d send me back.” 

Scott would like to trust that David would be that responsible, but he’s not fully certain. At least Fritz doesn’t look guilty carrying his backpack and not wearing a uniform. But without the distraction of concern, he’s reminded that he still feels terrible and should not attempt in walking through a restaurant only meant for giants. It’s a miracle no one’s stepped on him so far. 

“You okay, Scott?” Fritz asks. “You look a little pale.” 

He doesn’t know what compels him to not admit he’s most likely running a fever. Maybe it’s the fear it’ll get back to Afton. Or that if he says it out loud, his body will give up and he’ll be forced to take a sick day. Possibly even the fact he doesn’t want Fritz to worry about him, not when the kid already has so much on his plate. 

“I’m fine,” Scott waves. Manages to turn toward the hallway the leads to David’s office without making his head spin, numbly putting one foot in front of the other as he makes his way toward the wall. 

He didn’t expect Fritz to follow, but he’s more than grateful when the teenager joins him. “Did Mr. Harrison summon you?” 

“Afton,” the eldest guard grumbles. He was going to continue the thought, but he can’t help getting distracted every time a child runs past them. “How has school been?” 

Fritz perks up at the question. “There’s a robotics competition coming up! I think I’m going to sign up and-” 

Scott honestly listens to every word that’s said. He misses a few pieces, and there’s a moment when he brain is so foggy he nearly forgot why they were walking through the restaurant in the first place, but he’s able to catch the majority. Got reminded how much he’s missed Fritz working at Freddy Fazbear’s. At least David has kept his word in ensuring the kid has been kept safe and mostly happy. 

But it feels like between one blink and the next, and they finally arrive at David’s office door. Thank God it’s cracked open or else Scott would have just turned right back around. 

“Scott’s here, Mr. Harrison!” Fritz calls up when they’re not immediately noticed, especially as the eldest guard opts to make his way over to the stairs built into the giant’s desk without uttering a word. 

David pauses his typing to look down at them, Scott earning an eyeroll before a suspicious look is fixed on Fritz. “Half day?” 

“Scott already grilled me,” the redhead confirms. 

That seems to satisfy the business man who then sends a glare toward Scott. “Any particular reason why you’re about two hours late?” 

“I might be Afton’s lapdog, but I can’t always show up at the exact time he tells me to.” 

He waits for David to air out his grievances. Most likely state he lost precious time and therefore money. If Scott is Afton’s lapdog then he should always be on time, rain or shine, no excuses. He exists only to do what the company owner asks him to, nothing more. 

But it doesn’t happen, the giant content on finishing what he’s currently working on as he waits for Scott to make it onto the desk. And truth be told, he’s proud he did manage to make it to the top, but he feels like he’s going to collapse at any second. Keeps a white knuckled grip on the railing to ensure he doesn’t crumple onto the ground. 

He’s fine, he just needs a minute to catch his breath. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Scott?” Fritz murmurs. 

“Fine,” is rasped out, hoping saying it out loud will make it true. But then a water bottle is offered, and Scott all but attempts to drown himself with it. “Thank you.” 

“I don’t think that’s going to be enough,” David rumbles, making the eldest guard jump by how close the giant is, not having noticed him leaning down. “You look like shit.” 

“I’m fine, I just need a moment.” 

“I could see you shaking when you were climbing up the stairs. Even I can tell you look pale.” 

Scott clenches his fists at the scrutiny, not wanting a lecture from David of all people. The moment he opens his mouth, however, a fingerprint appears in front of his face. He’s so confused by how it got there he doesn’t even realize it’s pressed against his forehead. And even when he does, there’s no movement to get away. Not with the wave of warmth that washes over him. 

He even takes a few steps forward after it retreats. “Scott you’re burning up. You’re almost too hot for me to tolerate.” 

“Have you taken any medicine?” Fritz begins, looking almost upset as he looks up at the eldest guard. “You haven’t drank any coffee today, have you?” 

"I don’t need you to act like my mother,” Scott can’t help but snap. Angry with the idea of not only David voicing his opinion, but a teenager saying what’s best. “I know my limits and when coffee’s a bad idea. Just let me do my job.” 

With that, he stomps toward David’s computer. 

Well, he tried to. He didn’t realize just how much his body was shaking. Even worse than before. Meaning he doesn’t even get two steps in before his knees buckle, leaving him to fall forward to faceplant onto the desk’s hard surface. 

For the first time in a long time, Scott is grateful when fingers catch him instead. “Alright, that’s enough out of you.” 

That’s when he’s carefully scooped up, vertigo making his stomach twist as he’s lifted up. A part of him says he’s supposed to be doing everything in his power to escape the hand holding him, to scream, kick, bite, plead. But for once there’s a louder part that’s wanting to do nothing more than go limp, sighing in relief as he’s warmed to his core. 

“You are definitely sick,” David grumbles. “I’m going to call Mutated Grape and-” 

“NO!” Scott screams as he sits up so quickly his vision goes dark for a moment. Fails to notice the giant looking shocked from the outburst, too focused on making sure he’s listened to. “Don’t call Vince or Afton! I-I can get everything done! I just, I just need ten minutes, that’s it. Please, I can still work I promise I’ll get it all done!” 

Because he can he just needs to rest for ten minutes. Ten minutes, and he’ll be able to do everything Afton needs. 

David clears his throat before lowering his voice. “I won’t call them. Can I call James, though?” 

Scott stares at nothing as he thinks the request over, trying to remember if the man would have to report him to Afton. “Only James?” 

“I’ll put him on speaker phone,” the giant offers. 

The eldest guard slowly nods, his shoulders slumping in relief when David lowers his hand so the phone screen is visible after it’s set down next to Fritz on the desk. Tenses when James’ name is tapped on, watching to make sure no extra buttons are pressed except to be put on speaker. 

“Working, David.” 

“We’ve got a problem.” 

James hesitates. “What kind of problem?” 

“Scott’s so sick he’s letting me hold him and panicked when I suggested telling William kind of problem.” 

“He’s what?” 

“Mr. Harrison’s telling the truth,” Fritz pipes up. “It sounds like a fever, but he refuses to take the day off. He even walked all the way to the restaurant.” 

Scott wants to say something. To tell James he’s fine. To ask the doctor to tell the others he just needs ten minutes and then he’ll be good to go. 

“Scott, how do you feel?” 

“I’m fine,” he quickly replies. “I can still work.” 

“What needs to get done today?” James asks. 

“BalloonBoy’s broken. And I needed to help David with something.” Something that he could be helping with right now after going through all the trouble to get here. 

“Okay, I have an idea,” the doctor begins. “I will text Eggs and see if when he can fix BalloonBoy today. You take some medicine, drink some water, and rest for a little bit. I’m sure David has other things he needs to get done while you’re asleep. Then when you wake up, you can help him with whatever he needs. What do you think?” 

Scott thinks the plan over. Glances at David’s computer to see the unfinished report that was being worked on. He can also trust Eggs to fix whatever’s broken. Just to make sure that’s all that needs to be done, he takes out his phone to carefully reread all of his texts. 

“Okay.” 

“David, do you have fever medicine for humans on hand, or do you need me to give you the dosage he can take from giants?” 

“I’ve got human medicine,” David says. 

“Perfect. You can keep holding him if that’s what he prefers, but if he seems to get warmer have a blanket nearby to put him on. My shift doesn’t end for another few hours, but don’t hesitate to call if anything happens.” 

“Thank you, James,” Fritz waves. 

“I’ll keep you updated.” David then ends the call before locking eyes with Scott. “I’ll get you water and medicine. Do you intend on sleeping in my hand, or would you prefer a blanket?” 

He can already feel the chills returning at the thought of leaving the giant’s warmth. “Hand.” 

“Never thought I’d see the day. Fritz, don’t move, I’ll be right back.” 

Scott groans as his stomach protests from David standing up, burying down further into the warmth in the hopes it’ll make the pain go away. It subsides, though he doesn’t enjoy how much he’s jostled with every footstep taken. Growls when he hears the screams of children and only stopping when they disappear completely with the sound of a door closing. 

It’s only then does he realize David’s laughing, sitting up in order to scowl up at the business man. “What are you laughing at?” 

“You, dumbass. Never did I think you’d growl at children.” 

“They’re loud,” Scott defends as he lifts his hands up in a ‘give me’ motion, unimpressed with how long it takes for the pills and water to be surrendered. 

“You should get sick more often,” David muses. 

That earns him a full glare as the two pills are quickly swallowed down along with the entire cup of water. But just as he curls up to close his eyes, he meets hazel eyes watching him with interest. “Don’t let me sleep too long.” 

“Get some rest, Scott.” 

He’s out like a light, trusting the giant will keep him safe while he sleeps. 

“How is he?” 

The familiar rumbling voice slowly pulls him back toward consciousness. Confused on why he’d want to wake up. He’s warm, comfortable. He forgot why, but he’s confident no one will try to grab him. 

“He’s been asleep this entire time.” 

“I was talking about Scott.” 

“Fritz has only been out for an hour.” 

Scott blinks when he not only hears David’s voice, but it sends tremors through his very core as well. Wants to tell the business man to quiet down. It feels like he’s been asleep for days, and yet it hasn’t been long enough. 

“Eggs already got BalloonBoy fixed. What did you need help with?” 

“William wants the restaurants to start using a new program for financials. I’ve messed around with it, and it’s been pretty intuitive. By the sound of it, either Scott wasn’t given the full story and we figure it out together, or it’s something he’s worked with before and already knows the ins and outs.” 

“When are you expected to send the next report?” 

“A week from now, we’ve got plenty of time.” 

After everything goes silent, Scott finally realizes the second voice as James’ as well as comprehending he’s currently staring at fingers that belong to a giant because he wanted to be held. Why did he want to be held? 

“Has his temperature gone up?” 

“I can’t tell anymore. I’ve held him for so long my hand might as well have a first degree burn.” 

“I think you’re being dramatic.” 

“Why don’t you check his temperature doctor.” 

Scott slowly sits up as he feels David’s hand move, perking up at the sight of James kneeling down in order to offer a smile. “Hello, hello.” 

“Hey, boss. How do you feel?” 

“You two woke me up,” the eldest guard growls as he rubs his eyes. 

“We’ll let you get back to your nap, old man,” James grins. “Do you mind if I take over for David, though?” 

In the back of his mind, Scott knows he shouldn’t want to be held. Knows he should ask to be put down instead. Wants above all just to get back to work because Afton guaranteed has or will send another text with more instructions. 

His head ends up nodding. Going limp against James’ fingers as they gently scoop him up. Snags the closest one to hug as vertigo yet again makes his stomach twist with pain. 

“Good luck with that, by the way,” is said in a way he can’t help but think there’s a smirk on David’s face. “I wasn’t allowed to stand up for anything or else he’d start thrashing. And don’t think for a second you can put him down. He has a vice grip not even Fritz could coax him out of.” 

“And you tell me this after he’s already grabbed my finger?” 

“That was sleeping Scott. I’m sure he’s more reasonable when he’s awake.” 

Scott looks up to watch James’ contemplative expression. Closes his eyes as a finger approaches his face, all too familiar with the rudimentary way of checking for a temperature, even if this one is on a much larger scale. 

“Looks like you have the chills. Can we get more medicine in you before you fall back asleep?” 

...he shouldn’t go back to sleep. He’ll take the medicine, but he hasn’t checked his phone in who knows how long. He knows he’s still not completely recovered, and he’s dreading the moment when he has to leave the giant’s warmth, but the fog over his mind has lessened. He’s already wasted an entire day, he needs to get to work before Afton finds out something’s wrong. 

“Scott,” James begins. “I don’t have any issues pinning you down in order to make you rest.” 

That has the eldest guard bristling. “You wouldn’t dare-” 

“For your own health,” the doctor murmurs. “I would. We can take it from here.” 

That’s when Scott starts to panic, shoving the finger away in order to properly sit up. “No, you don’t understand! Afton will find out, and if any of you help me, he’ll add you to the list! I have to do it or else-!” 

“Scott,” James softly interrupts. “You’re sick, and yet you were still able to get done what was needed. BalloonBoy’s fixed. David spent an entire day at his desk working. I don’t think William will be angry with the ‘how’.” 

Then they don’t know Afton, because he will use this against Scott. 

And yet... 

“Everything’s done?” 

“Everything’s done.” 

Scott hesitates before digging his phone out of his pocket. Feels his heart skip a beat when he sees new message until he realizes none are from Afton. And everything from the guards are wishes to get well. Promises they’ll be coming to check on him at some point. 

It looks like everything is done. 

He flops back down, uncaring about where James is taking him or what the giant is doing. Obediently accepts two more pills and a cup of water. Curls up once more as sleep pulls him under. 

The next time he wakes up is due to feeling overheated, thoroughly upset his fever decided to make things complicated when he was perfectly content. 

“You okay Phone Guy?” 

Scott’s eyes open in order to see Mike watching him from directly above. Gives a glare when he realizes what happened. “You’re too warm, Michael.” 

The giant only offers a smirk. “Sorry. You were burning the shit out of Grave Digger’s hand, so it was my goddamn turn.” 

“I can take him.” 

The second voice causes Scott to sit up as fast as possible, panic welling up inside him when he sees Vincent standing a few feet away. “Vince, I-I was just-” 

“It’s okay, Scotty,” the purple man smiles. “Will’s not upset.” 

Truthfully, he wants to call bullshit on it. But it looks like the damage is already done. In more ways than one considering he’s apparently been passed around for everyone to hold. One glance toward his left and he spots Eggs attempting to throw Jeremy into a glass of water with Scott down for the count and Mike currently distracted. 

That’s when he lifts his arms toward his best friend. Grabs the nearest finger as he’s gently picked up. Can’t help but watch what was happening when he feels Vincent moving, sighing in relief when it was just to sit down at the table next to Mike. 

He slowly melts back down into the warmth that doesn’t make him feel suffocated. Turns into a puddle as a finger carefully rubs his back. 

“Go to sleep, Scotty.” 

Scott will be forcing every single one of them to promise to never speak of this again after scouring their phones to ensure there’s no blackmail. After his fever breaks. 

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 4

August 23rd, 2034

[4 weeks, 5 days since beginning of Chapter 3]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: none?

Words: 1920

Masterlist

Raines POV:

Today is the first day of patrol. Maria was super impressed at the gun range and she gave me a week before doing the real patrol job, just making sure I was ready to be around new people, taking me out to eat and shit.

It's been difficult, but I need to pull my head out of my ass.

I woke up early, 6am, patrol started at 7am, but Maria wanted me to eat beforehand. I brushed out the knots in my hair and brushed my teeth, got dressed, just jeans and a black tanktop, as it was still summertime, and my black canvas shoes.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and equipped my holster around my theigh for my gun.

"Hey Maria" I said in a sleepy voice, rubbing my eyes, making my way into the kitchen where Maria sat at the stool infront the counter.

"Hey, you seem tired. You sure you're still up for it?" she said, sipping something out of a steaming mug.

"Yeah yeah, i'm sure- it's just early"

She nodded, "you want some?" she gestured to her cup, "uh, what is it?"

"Coffee" she smiled proud, "oh, no thanks, never had it. Wouldn't wanna waste any"

"You sure you don't wanna try? It has caffeine in it, get you out of your tired mood"

"Not really, i'll be fine with water."

"Would you rather us go to get breakfast or me make you something?"

"Uh.."

Well I would definitely rather stay here to get food, but I should probably go out to eat so i'm not too overwhelmed with meeting this Jesse guy.

"Let's go out?"

Maria smiled, she gulped down the last splashes of her coffee, placing the now empty mug on the table, "i'm glad you said that"

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After I ate only half my food, since it felt like i was gonna puke if I ate anymore, me and Maria left to go to the stables.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't finish it.." I practically mumbled to her as we walked

"What? No. Don't be. You probably have lots of anxiety right now and i'm proud that you even tried. I'm also very proud that you're going out of your comfort zone to do this job."

I felt confused. Why is Maria so nice to me?

she wouldn't be if she knew the real me.

I stayed quiet. Thinking of how happy her words made me feel and thinking of how much I didn't deserve to feel that happiness.

"Hey" Maria waved to the guy who worked at the stables once we arrived, "We're gonna have you take this guy. We found her injured a few months ago but shes healed since, and fully trained. She's a good girl who was in need of an owner. She doesn't have a name yet either, so feel free to name her. This will be both of you guys first time on patrol" Maria smiled, as she handed me the horses rein.

I nodded, getting up on the horse. "perfect, now just follow me" Maria said softly, I followed next to her slowly riding my horse until we made it to infront the exist, I saw 7 other people on horses. They all looked to range from ages 18-30.

"Sorry for the wait. We got new patrol people, this is Raine" Maria introduced me to everyone, as I shyly waved. It felt weird considering i've been in town for weeks now, and yet I only know about 6 people, 2 of them I dont even know the names of.

"Hey Raine! I'm Jesse" one of the people said, it was the guy closest to me and looked to be the same age as me. His smile was gentle and he seemed nice. Maybe this won't be too bad.

"Hi" I awkwardly said, unsure of what else to say as he already knew my name.

"Great, I hope you two become friends as you'll be working together from now on, that is if everything goes well, but im certain it will."

Maria continued to talk about saftey precautions and which partner group was taking which route, Jesse already had taken this route before from when he had did group patrol, so I was basically just gonna have to follow him.

Once the gate opened, every partner group went separate ways, and it was just me and Jesse.

"So, I heard you came in weeks ago and was in the hospital for awhile. I also heard you got out of it weeks ago, where you've been?" Jesse asked in a curious tone, glancing to the side to look at me for my answer. When I opened my mouth nothing came out, he spoke up before I could make an embarrassing scene. "Sorry, that could be very personal, I dont wanna overstep anything.."

"Uh- no it's fine. I- I was just um.. I mean, I was in a coma? So I was recovering.. from it.. i've been staying at Maria and Tommy's place."

God, I sound so fucking stupid. Also im lying. I've been done recovering, i've just been staring at the wall in bed letting my own thoughts consume me.

"Oh, thats cool. Maria and Tommy are nice dudes."

It was awkward silence since I didn't know how to reply, and by the time I thought of just saying 'yeah' it was too late to reply.

"So what's it like being in a coma? I heard you dream some weird stuff- oh, and when people visited you, could you hear them?"

I softly smiled at his excited banter, he actually felt nice to be around and didn't make me that type of uncomfortable yet.

"Uhh, no weird dreams that I remember. Just was sorta blank. And, I wouldn't know. It's not like anyone vistied me"

"What do you mean? Of course she vi-" Jesse started saying, but stopped talking in the middle of his sentance. I scrunched my brows confused.

"Uhh.. sorry," he let out a dry chuckle, "forgot what I was gonna say"

What the fuck was that about?

I nodded, feeling awkward.

"Uhhhmm. So what made you wanna do patrol?"

Jesse asked, "Oh, just thought i'd be good and could help out."

"Nice.." Jesse nodded looking at me, as I stared down at my horses mane. "same.." he said, stretching out the A.

"Welp, Maria had us take a short route since its our first time and we're young, so.. here we are"

Jesse said, once we made it some office type building.

I didn't say anything, we entered it and Jesse signed us in. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"Guess not."

He nodded, pukering his lips and blowing air out. "Hey, you wanna know a fun fact about me?"

"Uh.. not really?" I asked, confused of why he kept trying to talk to me as we searched the building. "Can I tell you anyway?"

I shrug, not caring.

"Okay, well, my girlfriend, is actually the one that found you. You know, like right before you passed out in that coma."

My eyebrow's scrunched, and my face visibly showed confusion. What is he talking about? Ellie was the one that found me and shes not into gu-

"Dina, is her name"

Oh right. They were in groups.

I nodded, "Nice" I said not knowing how else to respond. "I think you and Dina could be friends. You'll have to meet her one of these days"

"No thanks" I said, cutting him off. He looked at me confused, "Oh- I just meant, i'm not really.. a social person, and meeting you is enough for me.. for awhile.."

His confusion dropped as he understood. "Gotcha. Well, still, it's a small town, you're gonna have to meet her eventually. But yeah, sure, take your time"

The rest of the patrol was boring silence broken up with Jesse throwing in information about himself that I didn't need to know. He even told me his shoe size? He's kinda weird. But definitely better then most, he wasn't being weird to me in that way at all and I feel like I could relax around him.

We finished the job and made it back to Jackson. It only took us a few hours since we had a short and recently cleared route. We didn't run into any infected or anything.

The people at the gates said hello to Jesse and welcomed us back, I figured that they didn't know my name. We rode to the stables, the stables were empty except for the same person working from before, and a black haired girl standing off to the side, looking as if she was waiting for something. She looked odly familiar.

Jesse was infront of me when I heard the girl speak up excitedly, "Jesse! How was it?"

Jesse smiled, "Hey Dina,"

So thats her? Fuck I hope Jesse doesnt try and make me introduce myself.

"It was pretty chill, we had a short route and no trouble. No infected or anything."

Jesse got off his horse and put the horse in its assigned stable, while I did the same. I saw from the corner of my eye Jesse and Dina hugging.

I could feel their eyes on me once they stopped hugging. "Raine? This is Dina"

I took a breath before turning around, "Hi" I mumbled, barley audible. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad to see you up!"

Are you though?

I nodded slightly, pressing a fake smile that I thought was convincing when in reality it wasnt at all, and then turned around to leave.

Once I left the stables and was out of their view, I heard Jesse apologizing for my behavior.

Why the fuck do I act like that?

I speed walked to Marias with my head down, feeling my heart pump fast. My cheeks were red from embarrassment.

Once I got to the house, Maria was already in the living room, and was alerted by me slamming the door shut that I was back.

She got off from the couch and ran over to me, "Raine? Whats wrong, did you get hurt? Did you get bit?" Maria asked me in a calm voice, but you could hear panic and worry behind it.

"No- no im fine-" I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks grow more red from being even more embarrassed, since I was starting to have a hard time breathing over it.

"Well what's wrong? Was it too soon to go out?"

I shook my head, bringing my hands to cover my face, "No, I just- I dont know, I think it was just- alot, for such a short time." I breathed out, pushing past Maria to get water from the kitchen.

"Oh, i'm sorry hun, are you gonna hold off on patrol for awhile, or are you gonna stick with it?"

She asked, following behind me to the kitchen.

"No- I can still do it. Im fine. Tomorrow at the same time?"

She nodded, "Are you sure? How was Jesse? Do you want to switch him for someone else?"

I immediately shook my head no. That would just cause more trouble, and I would have to meet another person.

Before Maria could talk more, I took my water and went to my room.

[rozieramati]

11/6/23

i've been up since 6am. it's 7:45 now. i woke up feeling empty and uninspired so i'm listening to rosalia's el mal querer to snap myself out of it. when i'm shown greatness in the world exists, it reminds me that i: 1) have a lot of work to do 2) none of this is meaningless 3) i have more than enough reason to get out of bed.

i like waking up early, love it, even. i just need that reason to wake up is all. today i'll probably work on recording my album. i need to finish it. i think not finishing it has led me to this space of non-creation in the aspect that matters most to me. in my brain i'll say "well i can't start a new idea if i haven't finished my album" and then i just end up not making music at all. i had two collaborative sessions this week which reminded me of the feeling of making music. everything feels right when i'm making music. even if it's uncomfortable, it feels necessary.

i suppose the question is, where do i start? i'll probably do some vocals for the 1st track on the album. it's mostly finished anyway. then i'll do vocals for the next single. i need to arrange the production for the next single. it's all over the place. i'm getting anxious thinking about it. i just need to do and stop thinking. it's 7:54. i have to clean my room and warm up my voice. i wish i didn't have to be on social media. it takes so much out of me. enough complaining. back to work.

[jasminebutintaiwansojiemin]

July 16th, 2024 - The Palace Museum, Mongolian BBQ, Chiang Kai Shek’s residence

I really enjoyed today’s programming. I surprisingly like museums a lot, and the one today was no . It was really cool getting to see all the historical artifacts dating back hundreds, if not thousands of years.

I woke up this morning around 4am and ended up in a meeting at 6am that none of my friends or coordinator thought I’d be at, but then bullied me for being awake so early haha. After my meeting (and getting GREAT news), I went down and got breakfast where I ate whilst being on FaceTime with my friends. Afterwards, I went to he hotel’s gym and recorded some dance tutorials for the dance I’m choreographing for the Asian American Student Assembly in late August. It was mildly frustrating because my phone/ipad kept running out of space but i got most of part 1 filmed. The uploading was also pissing me off so I left it till later.

I then went and took a quick shower before hopping onto the bus for the day’ activities. We first went to the Palace Museum and got to see a lot of beautiful artifacts. I ended up buying a acupuncture folder for my mom, a koi fish print, and two pairs of chopsticks. After the museum, we went to a Mongolian BBQ + Hotpot place. It was pretty cool watching them cook on the flat top stoves and the food was really good (that reminds me that i still have guava in my backpack that i should probably take out before I forget. After lunch, we headed to Chiang Kai Shek’s residence where we got to see a lot of his house and compound. It reminded me a lot of my grandmother’s house, especially with it being in lush tropical mountainside. We then took the bus back to hotel.

After a bit of resting and working on homework, I went with some classmates back to Ximendi to go to do some shopping and get dinner. We first stopped at this two-story thrift store that was filled with name brand expensive pieces, but we left without anything because the prices were astronomical. Then we went to H&M, where I proceeded to get myself STUCK in a dress and quite literally rip myself out (I thought I was gonna die in it). After checking out, we went and got chicken at this supposedly fried chicken shop nearby (we lowkey started beefing with one the guys who worked there) before hitting a Watson’s really quick to buy eyelashes for tomorrow’s bar crawl. Then we took the train home where we may or may have not encountered a fellow classmate with an unusual lack of clothing perched on a piece of furniture in a interesting place…..Then i took a shower and got ready for bed.

Academic Reflection

The reading by Yi-Chi Huang talked about the imagined national identity of Taiwan, which I thought a lot about while visiting the museums and memorials we’ve been to lately. In my major (international studies), I’ve spent a lot of time learning about and interacting with discourse on imagined communities and identities (such as being ethnically Han Chinese or what it means to be “Japanese”). I’ve also written a couple essays on the history of Formosa and the different foreign occupations of Taiwan. Therefore to me, it’s only natural that the country would have a mixed identity with it’s unique history.

However, when visiting the Palace museum today, I but reflect on how Chinese everything felt. Of course, the items in the museum came from the Forbidden City in Mainland China. Yet as I toured the museum, it felt like the pieces made it seem like it was also Taiwan’s history. If one didn’t know any better, they’d think that Chinese culture is Taiwan’s only culture—which is not necessarily true. Taiwan is a mix of Indigenous, Chinese, and other foreign cultures all mashed together. Even walking down the street in Taipei, I sometimes forget that I’m in Taiwan and not some miscellaneous U.S. city. Yet, after learning more about Chiang Kai-shek and his supporters on this trip, I feel like maybe that’s the point. Perhaps the intention is to promote Chinese culture as Taiwan’s native culture. It’s definitely interesting to think about, especially in relation to other countries with big issues with ethnic erasure—such as Japan, Australia, and Mainland China.

[automatismoateo]

i hate easter sunday... via /r/atheism

i hate easter sunday... (marked nsfw for mentions of su*cide) So my (20F) family wanted me to come back to our sister's house for easter break, and originally I didn't wanna go but had to because I had other errands to do and going just made them easier. My family knows I'm atheist, but they pretend I'm not and then act all stupid when I say I don't wanna go to church with them. I've always had issues with them forcing me to go to church (especially my mom), but there's only been a couple times where I've been successful in staying home. Today is one of those days, but it didn't go too well. The church service was at 9:30am, and they wanted to leave at 9am. I only take like 10-15 minutes to get ready in the morning because I don't really do makeup or get super dolled up (especially for church, obvi), so I didn't feel like getting up until at least a bit after 8:30am. My mom woke up at 6am and my sister woke up at 7am to get ready. Every now and then, they were yelling at me to get up, but I would just check the time and go back to sleep. At one point, my mom said, "You can't just sleep in through everything. How are your bosses gonna feel if you can't get up for work?" Like, first of all, it's only 8am, and I'm not gonna wake up that early just to be ready that fast and then wait for something I don't even wanna go to. Secondly, I actually wanna GO to my dream job, so I don't have any problem getting up for that. Church has made me depressed and su*cidal for 5 years now (I started s/h before my birthday in February), but college hasn't; I think it's pretty obvious which one I'd rather go to. Eventually, I got tired of them being condescending and just decided to sleep in and not go. When I was half asleep, I heard this conversation... Mom: "OP, we have to leave in 13 minutes. Why aren't you getting up?" Sister: "Is she seriously not getting up? I swear she does this every time..." Mom: "There's just no way to reason with her." Sister: starts crying and screaming "OP are you seriously not gonna go to church?! I'm supposed to be singing in the choir today and you're ruining it by not even being there!" Sister (to Mom): "Why can't she just think of someone other than herself for once..." Even though I've wasted my entire mental health trying to make THEM happy by going to church... Sister: "UGHHHH now I'm crying and my makeup looks horrible. I feel ugly now because you won't wake up. Now my throat hurts from crying. You of all people should know how hard it is to sing with a bad throat, OP!" For clarification, I'm a music ed major. So, yes, I've had my days where singing was rough from sickness, crying, or whatever. I was still half asleep (so I couldn't move or anything) when she walked over and yelled, "I know you can hear me, OP! Just get up already!" Then my mom said, "Don't bother; she's not gonna listen. We'll talk to her about it when we get back." As they were walking out the door, my sister said, "Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk into church after you've been crying?" And then they left. I do know how embarrassing it is to cry in church...because I do it every time I'm FORCED to go... It just annoys me that they think me not wanting to go to church is just me being lazy and inconsiderate, when I'm really just burnt out from all the sacrifices I'm forced to make for them. I wish I could just leave early, but I can't until tomorrow. I hate how today is supposed to be a day of "rebirth" for christians, yet they decide to treat me like that. I just wish I could cut them out of my life already... Submitted March 31, 2024 at 04:44PM by uwu_bunny_boo (From Reddit https://ift.tt/USGugMa)

[timeoverload]

Most of my day was alright. I woke up late again but somehow I still got ready on time. It was so hard to get out of bed but I did it. I'm still so happy my boss is back at work and we spent most of the morning chatting about random stuff so that was nice. She's a tough lady and I admire her a lot.

I also found out today that 2 of my co-workers have gotten in car accidents the past week. My friend who used to work in my department got hit while she was driving home with her grandson last weekend and her car is totaled. They are both ok but she is pretty bruised up and she had to go to the hospital after the accident. I feel so bad for her and I talked to her for a while. The evening team lead was on his way to work and he got rear ended by some lady who was driving too fast and hit a patch of ice when he was sitting at the stop light. I know he is ok so that's good. I haven't heard much else since he couldn't come to work today but that's totally understandable. I know how much car accidents suck and I hope I never have another one. I think that's why I get so paranoid about driving in the snow.

I had to stay late and do his job and I wasn't expecting to have to do that today. The lady who works the night shift also called in sick. I'm glad I didn't have eye cases this afternoon otherwise I would probably still be there right now. I don't think I was in the right state of mind to be in charge. I was just acting stupid but I am so exhausted that I have been getting frustrated so easily. I know I shouldn't act like that because I don't want to bother anyone. It's hard to internalize things sometimes when I'm so burned out. I just can't handle having a lead position because it's too stressful. I would like to set a better example so I'm a little disappointed in myself. I guess I will try harder next time.

I'm so glad that Thursday is the only day I have to work next week. I got my time off requests approved finally. I haven't entered my PTO time for Christmas yet so technically I shouldn't have gotten both those days off but I'm not going to complain. I need to stay away from there for a while.

I have to be at work around 6am tomorrow, maybe earlier if I can get up on time. I have to help run BD tests and make sure everything is set up for the day. I haven't had to go in that early for a while. I guess it could be worse. I remember having to go in at 4am during the worst part of the pandemic and having to sterilize N95 masks for all of the nurses, surgical techs, and doctors with a big UV sterilizer. We had to do that because we didn't have enough masks so they had to reuse theirs. It was so gross and that sterilizer was dangerous. I was afraid I was going to accidentally blind myself. There weren't enough of those masks for the people in our department though so we all got covid eventually. I also was the first person there in the morning so I had to wipe down everything and mop the floor with a strong cleaner that made me nauseous. Things have changed and the cleaning duties are split up now so I'm not responsible for everything. That was a bad time in my life and I'm glad I never have to do that again.

I am so tired and I should probably make something to eat and get ready for bed. I don't want to wake up late again. My back also hurts and I need to lay down. I need to hook my computer back up to the tv too because I forgot how much it hurts my back to use my lap desk for my computer and it's annoying. I just want to be comfortable but sometimes it feels impossible. I know I complain a lot but I will be ok.

It would be nice if I could get off work a little early tomorrow since I have to go in at 6 but I'm not sure if that will happen. I am going to try though. I'm going to do my best to make it a good day.

I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow too!!! 💖💖💖

[funkforbreakfast]

Do not skimp on cream cheese.

I love bagels. I wanted to claim I love bagels as much as a New Yorker loves bagels — but I’d love to confirm before I make such claims. But I LOVE bagels. And like any good bagel fan, I have a set of strict standards for bagel enjoyment. 1. Do not waste your time on store bought bagels. I’d rather go longer without bagels then eat the crumbly sweet mocks they sell at the grocery store 2. Do not skimp on cream cheese; I want the layer of cream cheese to be almost as thick as one of the bagels. 3. Do not knock an everything bagel til you’ve tried one (they are better than sesame, poppyseed, and the rest. They are chef’s kiss). I don’t care if you’re a picky eater

If you weren’t aware, I write these posts from my radio show (Bad Reception, live on WMFO Fridays @ 10a), and today there is an exceptional amount of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. I had a few liked songs from them, but was only pushed into full KGLW insanity when I worked at a nearby Bagel Shop. (Note, I am writing this sans Goldilox Bagel) If you want the best bagel you could get in Boston, you go to Goldilox. The bagels are always perfect and they have classic flavors + monthly specials. They also make their own seasoned cream cheese (trust me, I was the one stacking them) and sell lox to bring home. Overall – the perfect bagel shop. And I needed a job sophomore year and it felt right.

Setting the scene: 5am I woke up before sunrise and walked over a mile to work. As I neared the shop, the sun rose and set Medford in an orange hue. 6am I entered through the back door and B-lined into the freezer – my favorite task was sorting the cream cheeses for the next hour while I slowly woke up. One time, someone took this task from me and I vowed to never be later than her again. I sorted the cream cheeses. 7am After bringing out the first hour of cream cheeses, we threw together the bags of bagels and alphabetically organized all orders on a shelf. The first customers would begin to arrive, slowly lining up.

Some of them were parents, finishing their morning runs, bringing bagels home to their family. Others came with their dogs, or dogs, or neighbor’s dogs. Some people seemed grouchy. Others ecstatic for their sandwich. Most ordered ahead (as Goldilox recommended). Others ordered there, and suffered the consequences of not having their bagel or spread of choice. The anthropologist foodie in me would feel my heart flutter — a neighborhood brought together by bagels.

However, bagel shop hours are almost always absurd (well, absurd to the non-baker) and waking up at 5am to come into work for 6am on the weekend during my first couple of real months at college proved difficult.

1. I was almost always hungover

2. the lack of sleep domino’d into a month long cocktail of different infectious diseases.

So I quit. And that sucked. It was a great place to work. The staff were amazing and really cared about us.

Update: my show got cut off early!! So much for my 2 hours of funky tunes. But I couldn’t help but think “what a great day for a bagel?” (Inspired by the blog I had spent the first hour writing).

Truthfully, it wasn’t a great day for a bagel. It was beaming hot. Sweat collected on my forehead and cheeks and pooled in my eyebrows. When I bit into my bagel, cream cheese oozed out onto my hands. I trimmed the salmon off from the sides after they inevitably left the sandwich. After one half, I thought, “Maybe it’s best to save the rest for an air conditioned room.” By 11:20, Goldilox felt like a ghost town. It was only me and another patron waiting on our orders – a contrast from the line being around the block. But I couldn’t help but feel the liveliness that this bagel shop brought to a neighborhood corner.

[now-we-say-c0ral]

June 22, 2023

Woke up 6am but didn't really get up until 6.30am. The usual. Eddie was off and I'm kind of jealous because I wanted to be off too. Got to work early again after all the delays of me getting to the station and my dreadful walking pace. This will really not help me change my waking up behaviour and I hate it.

I was assigned to Theater 11 today and I was a bit shocked that I wasn't in 14, 15 or 2 today. No orthopaedics, I guess? It was urology day today with Adelyn, the urology team leader and I was with Lyn one of the junior member of staff. They were so welcoming and I love their energy. Their both Filipinas but Adelyn was raised here from a young age. Lucky her! I'd love my manager to be more like her quite personally. I just lover her bouncy and quirky aura but my manager, Elli, is also as equally as good. I'll learn loads from her. She told me that she tried her best to take me under her wing but failed and I was like, 'That's okay, I had a bad experience with urology that ayaw ko s'ya as much as possible.' and told her that I once actually really fainted from scrubbing to a circumcision case. We laughed it off. She had me do a laparoscopic turned open orchidopexy which I had no problem with and Lyn backscrubbed with me just because I wasn't used to their surgeons yet but I did everything myself. Fine. I still know how to scrub. That's good to affirm. We only had 3 cases and finished early. I actually learned a lot from them both today and I'm grateful. Went home around 5pm after we weren't doing anything anymore and didn't go to the gym anymore. I'll save that for the weekend.

Eddie made me some creamy burger steak after my request last night and he made it just right. I love it! I'm kilig whenever he makes me the food that I like to eat. That's one of his ways of showing love and how he listens to me. Just played Diablo 4 the whole night.

Today was a good day!

[productivityhabit]

2/100 days of productivity - jan 1st

Accomplished:

Morning coffee + a small walk with my boyfriend

Showered

Did some unpacking + organizing at my new place

Discarded some unnecessary items

Did some shopping

Had a nice dinner with my boyfriend + finished watching the second Knives Out (Glass Onion)

Messaged some people back

I was about to write about how unproductive I was today. I woke up fairly late and lounged in bed for a while before getting up. Didn’t unpack as much as I wanted to. Didn’t feel like talking to people. Just generally felt out of it today.

Then I remembered that I was on my period, and woke up at 6am with sharp cramps. I slept more than usual because I was exhausted. I felt my anxiety and depression start to get the best of me throughout the day. I spent a lot of time with a loved one because it made me feel better. I genuinely did my best today.

The old me would’ve berated myself for not starting the day early enough. For taking too long to unpack my boxes. For not buying everything I needed for my new place. For not checking in on my work stuff (even though I’m off work). For not eating well.

But I don’t want to measure my productivity this way. I believe I did what was best for me, with what I had. That’s enough.

[chuacamille26-blog]

Day 192

23rd December, 2022 3:53PM

🎵Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran & Elton John I'm finally back again tumblr world. I just had my well deserved vacation in the Philippines almost 2 weeks ago. Although, it was only a short vacation. I did everything I could to enjoy it. Well, I had to. Since I wasn't able to go back for the past 3 years because of the pandemic and I'll be only able to go back to my home country again next year and I'm not sure when next year yet. So... my entry today will be kinda long since I'll be sharing everything what happened during my Day 1 in the Philippines. I'll be doing part by part kasi alam ko ng magiging sobrang haba nito.

& right, before anything else, Jin's in military camp now. I miss seeing them all together already! :( 5th December, 2022

Woke up from my 1 hr sleep. The night before my flight, I had to double check everything. From my clothes, my brother's things to my passport and documents. My brother booked an uber driver for me and he arrived at 6am to pick me up to bring me to the airport. Imagine going to bed at 2am then a mosquito was biting you and would fly near your ears and won't let you sleep. I hid under my blanket but I could still hear the mosquito flying near my ear. I had to kill it with the lights off lol. I think I successfully killed it though. I fell asleep around 4am and mom woke me up at 5am. I finished showering at 5:30am then the uber driver texted me to inform me that he's already down our building at around 5:50am. We had to rush down so he wouldn't have to wait that long.

Arrived airport around 6:30am and we still have to double check where the check in counter. The check in counter was at the other end of the airport then the entrance after checking in was at the other end too! There was also quite a long line that I have to queue since it was almost Christmas and there were a lot of travelers going back to the Philippines to spend Christmas with their families too.

Mom went with me to the airport though. I mean of course, why not? It was first time travelling alone. Imagine my anxiety once I entered the immigration area alone. The airport here in Hong Kong's huge and I was kinda panicking already since I might get lost. Thankfully, I didn't. lol

Here I finally found my gate number. I still had more than an hour to wait til the boarding time. Fun fact, it was my first time arriving at the gate EARLY. Since, in the past when I was still traveling with my brother and Chris.. We usually arrive the boarding gate when there was already a LAST CALL written on the board. 😂 and we always had to jog or run to our way to the boarding gate since it was also at the other end of the airport! Seriously... why does it always at the other end? 🤦‍♀️

While waiting, I texted my brother to inform him that I'm already waiting to board so he could get ready to pick me up at the airport in Manila. Nauna naman sya sakin at 1 month bakasyon nya sa Pilipinas.

Finally papasok na toh ng eroplano.

my anxietyyyy...

Then after this shot, I slowly fell asleep. Nakatulog ako kasi nga 1 hour lang yung tulog ko at almost 2 hours naman yung byahe from HK to Manila. At this point, automatic ng nawala sa isip yung about work. As in, wala akong naramdaman na stress na. Pure joy lang. BTW, kahit nakatulog ako sa flight, hindi talaga yung kalaliman ng tulog kasi hindi naman comfortable yung upuan para lumalim tulog ko.

At sakto nung nagising ako, eto na yung nakita ko. The very first glimpse of the Philippines! Yung saya ko nyan sobrang hindi ko ma-explain.

Tapos nag-announce na ang pilot na prepare for descend na since malapit na nga talaga.

nung nakita ko toh.. ang nasabi ko na lang talaga na... I AM HOME. IM FINALLY HOME.

eto na, eto na, eto na. pa-landing na. ang saya saya!

Finally, landed!

The waiting game begins here. But before pa toh, nung naglalakad ako papuntang immigration. Hindi naman ako nagmamadali pero nauna pa rin ako sa carousel. Tapos yun, I started texting my relatives sa group chat namin na IM HOME. tapos nagreply si auntie na "prank ba yan?" hahaha kasi walang nakakaalam na uuwi ako. Kami lang nila mama, oti, Chris ang nakakaalam. Then tinawagan ni auntie si oti. si oti hindi ko pala nainform na sasabihin ko na sa group chat. lol

tapos dito, mga 30 mins pa ako naghintay ng maleta dyan. nakakaloka.

After 30 mins, nandito na maleta ko. yay!!! at the same time, nag-text na din sakin si oti na nasa carpark na sya.

eto na yung sundo ko.

first stop is Binondo para ipick up si Uncle na sasama samin sa sementeryo to visit angkong, gwakong, gwama and Joy.

yun naman kasi talaga yung plan ko talaga. first day pa lang is madaanan na at makadalaw sa kanila since 3 years hindi nakauwi at nangako ako na everytime na makakauwi ako, dadalawin ko sila.

after dumalaw at ihatid pabalik sa Binondo si Uncle. Namasyal na din muna kami sa Lucky China Town. Tapos first meal of the day... BREAKFAST/LUNCH/DINNER na namin toh. Eto yung, nasa manila ka na pero chinese food pa rin kakainin mo. hahaha. ok lang naman kasi namiss ko yung MAHKI.

BTW, nung susunduin pa lang namin si Uncle sa Binondo, we passed by din sa old school namin located in Jose Abad Santos. Sobrang daming memories talaga. Sobrang namiss ko yung old times.

That's where we studied. iniba na yung name. pero for everyone who studied there and still studying there... it's still called KIAO TIONG.

after namin maglibot sa Lucky China Town, we were supposed to head to MOA and IKEA na sana. Pero tumawag si Uncle Wil kay Uncle na papuntahin daw muna kami sa bahay nila which is just in front of Lucky China Town. So, we went there and stayed for a bit. Since naiinitan kami ni oti sa bahay nila and wala naman kaming ginagawa masyado... Ininsist na namin na pupunta na kami sa MOA at IKEA.

Next stop after Binondo, IKEA. kahit na may IKEA dito sa Hong Kong. I still wanted to go sa IKEA ng Manila since yun na ang biggest IKEA in the world. True naman. ang laki nga. Pero there's nothing much to see kasi same lang din naman yung mga products sa IKEA dito sa Hong Kong of course. Wala lang, gusto ko lang pumunta. Since may exit naman din sa IKEA na ang labas mo is a part of MOA tapos tagos tagos na lang din dun. Sobrang napagod kami ni oti kakalakad. Ok lang naman maglakad pero ang init kasi and may suot pa na mask. Kaya medyo ang hirap. Sobrang uhaw. Even told mom na sobrang init at pawis na pawis na ako. Kasi syempre winter dito sa Hong Kong. super lamig nung morning ko tapos biglang init na sa gabi lol.

Sa sobrang uhaw at hindi na namin talaga matiis. Plus, was kinda craving for milk tea din kasi. tapos Oti wanted to drink Thai Milk Tea for how long na. So we did everything we could just to look for their shop in MOA since may nasalubong din kami na girl na umiinom nyan. lol. after drinking, we continued walking around MOA. and guess what I found.

TA-DA! IN THE SOOP in Mall of Asia, MANILA!!! Grabe yung saya ko dyan! my wallet is prepared literall! Kahit na hindi ko inexpect na meron pa sila sa MOA. Plus I know na pricey talaga yung benta. My brother was trying to stop me from entering na. Pero wala syang nagawa. I ended up buying a mug.

Dhai, ang ingat ko talaga hawakan pati supot. Bawal malukot hahaha

after MOA, umuwi na kami. I told my brother na umuwi na kami sa condo kasi I wanted to see it personally na din kung ok ba yung outcome ng designs and everything. Tsaka sobrang pagod ko na talaga at medyo inaantok na ako. Kahit na gusto ko pa lubus-lubusin yung oras ko sa Pilipinas, I still need to think about myself din.

Day 1 end

--to be continued--

[multifandomlover01]

Snow (another imaginative title, I know)

Early morning/snow - Eugene Roe

October 2022 writing prompts

Sorry this one took so long, I got a bit stuck and didn’t know how to end it (doesn’t really have an ending??); also school had me a bit busy

Word Count: 863

Disclaimer: as always, I own nothing other than my own writing

Tags: @cody-helix02 @georgelust @emmythespacecowgirl @immrsgeorge-luz

You had gone to bed much later than you wanted to due to worrying about an approaching snow storm. You wanted to make sure you had everything you needed in case the power went out. Gene wasn’t back until late either.

So you worried about him being out in the storm and you worried about being home alone. You fell asleep before Gene got home. He’d gotten home around midnight. So maybe it was more than “another hour or so”. And you weren’t answering his texts telling you he’d be even later, but he’d figured you’d gone to sleep. The storm hadn’t even been that bad. Nothing Eugene’s truck couldn’t handle. Sure there was a good amount of snow coming down and some ice on the ground, but nothing like some storms you’d gotten in the past in this area.

Eugene was as quiet as he could possibly be in the house when he got home. He didn’t want to wake you up. He was successful and settled into bed next to you.

When you awoke in the morning, you were very confused. You became aware of Gene’s arms around you and smiled as you sunk further into him. He’d made it home safe. [Assuming this was Eugene. But he smelled like Gene. He felt like Gene. You craned your neck up. Yup. It was Gene. You sighed. [literally why is this in here 😂]]You maneuvered so you could see the alarm clock. 6AM. No wonder the sun didn’t seem to be quite up yet. You wondered how much it had snowed. Obviously not so much as to keep Gene from getting home safely.

He stirred beside you.

“Good morning, ma chérie.” He smiled down at you.

“Good morning, Gene. I’m glad you made it back safely.”

“Storm waddn’t even that bad. Made it back just fine.”

“It wasn’t? That’s slightly disappointing.”

Eugene chuckled.

“You remember that storm last year?”

“Oh, God, how could I forget? We were without water or power for days.”

“That was a bad storm. This was nothing like that.”

“I guess it’s good when you think about it like that. That storm was so shitty. I hated it.”

Just then, I got a phone call. It was my work telling me everyone was working from home today due to the snow (and ice) on the road.

“Guess I don’t have to go into work today.”

Gene smiled as he got a phone call, telling him the exact same thing.

“Me neither.”

You both settled back into bed.

“You still got work to do today, though?”

“Yeah. Some virtual appointments with patients. But they don’t start until noon. And it’s not even 6:30 yet.” (Oops…I accidentally made this a little too “self insert” with acting like I’m a psychologist, my apologies)

“I got a couple of consultations today that’ll be over the phone now, I guess. And those aren’t until the afternoon.”

“Hmm. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“I certainly do. I get to stay in bed with you all morning, ma chérie.” He rubbed his nose against yours. You laid there holding each other until you both drifted back to sleep. Your phone alarm went off at 9 and you both woke up again.

“Why don’t I make up breakfast?” Eugene offered.

“That sounds nice. But I’d hate for you to leave the bed.”

“We gotta get up at some point, sweetheart.” (Oof) He teased.

“Don’t wanna.” You pouted and turned away from him.

“Don’t be like that, darling. Why don’t you go look outside at the snow while I make pancakes.”

“You think it’s still there?”

Gene checked his phone.

“It’s actually still below freezing and there’s flurries right now.”

“Ooh, flurries!”

That got you out of bed and bolting for the back door real quick. Gene chuckled and got up from the bed to go to the kitchen.

“It’s snowing, Gene!”

“I know, I drove home in it last night, remember?”

“I know. But it’s snowing again.”

“Wanna go out in it later?”

“Maybe. It’s so cold out, though. It’s much warmer in here.”

You padded into the kitchen to help Gene make the pancakes. It was a bit messy but that was all part of the fun. You sat at your dining room table to eat so you could draw the curtains back on the big window next to the table and watch the snow fall.

It was so beautiful. There was already a gorgeous blanket on the ground and the snow falling gently down adding to it was mesmerizing to watch. It was a wonderful sight.

You very much enjoyed the contentment that came with not having to worry about things. Sure you had Zoom calls with patients this afternoon, but there was nothing stressful about that. Work was good. You loved your job. And having to work from home was even better. Your house was your sanctuary. You felt relaxed and content here. You didn’t mind doing work here. It somehow made it less stuffy and professional and more personal.

Yeah, you loved days like this. Because the best part was being home with Eugene the whole day, even if you were in separate rooms working. You’d both be done by 6 and be able to enjoy dinner together and the rest of your evening.