#I've got it down now but I remember significantly less about how the return of fitzroy angursell

[apprendere]

this happened a while ago now but I keep thinking about it

that feel when: You pick an accent that's a bit of a stretch for the book you're reading aloud to family only to later discover there's an entire book in the series from that character's POV

[nathank77]

8/11/24

3:23 p.m Updated/Added to Significantly 3:51 p.m

So the half frames are great but they leave those marks on my face, I've since switched to my Ray-Bans.

I feel more like me in my half frames but as stupid as this sounds my Ray-Bans are now my face lol I still want half frames that are comfortable but maybe next year. I've decided I'm going to invest in the Ray-Bans and have the lenses replaced next year assuming my prescription changes anyways.

They may touch my cheeks sometimes but I mean less now that I lost weight and they are branded. They take up my whole face but whatever. I do like the idea that when someone sees the side of my face they can read Ray-Bans and think I'm not poor. Also I do sorta like them but they take up half my face.

I remember talking to Elise about glasses and how I hated how some people wore glasses that took up half their face and then I ended up being one of them :/ maybe that's why no one wants me.

I shaved my face but I still got to trim my bread and I'm going to buzz my head instead of shaving it.... bc it's cheaper. Gillette is expensive. And buzzers are cheap and mow through it. I really wish I could get all my hair waxed off or plucked out so I never had to shave again. Then I'd just have to keep my chin strap edged up nicely and get rid of the nasty mustache.

I noticed my facial hair is slowly filling in. I feel dirty cause my beard is too long but I can't find a happy medium. If I shave it to a 1 guard you can see my double chin and I feel the hole stands out just as much as when it's longer....I also think when it's longer I can move it/fluff it persay to cover the hole a little. I didn't fluff it in this photo. I notice the bad side is starting to fill in.

Last week my beard was perfect length but within 4 days it was too long and now it's bothering me. Maybe I'll keep growing it but idk I'm prob going to try a 2 guard. Idk sometimes I just do the 1 so I don't have to trim it for a couple weeks but I always regret it.

I can't find the right length. If I let it grow longer for a while then I mean maybe I'll get used to it feeling "dirty." I'm just more clean cut.

Hair feels dirty on me idk how to explain it. It's a symptom of being bald for years. My fringe or whatever feels nasty and dirty too around my bald head. Even though you can barely pinch it.

I'm worried about money. I have to get cigarettes in new Hampshire this Friday... I had to replace the apple usb port cause I don't game like I used to and i deserve to play. Twitch already fucked me. A 4 hour video of minecraft had muted audio. It disconnected. And no one watched, a .1 average viewership it's too depressing to see all the same issues. I chose recording and YouTube for a reason. I know how long someone watches. I know how they find my video. I know if they return to my videos. I can see certian parts they watch more frequently (when I get enough of a following).

But yea I'm worried about money and I'm worried about continuing to take White mulberries at 3000mg but I had a lot of caffeine yesterday. I cut myself off at like 1 or 2 p.m today. If I have an involuntary movement or something that is a twitch instead of a Spasm I'll drop down to 1000mg of white mulberries but I really think it was caffeine. I say twitch versus spasm bc spasms could still be due to the statin drug... that side effect can last 3 months... twitches are not common for statins.. I did actually have a Spasm today in my leg but it wasn't a twitch I do attribute it to the statin side effects wearing off.

Today was a cheat day I had smiley fries and Simulate nugs. My hallucination makes me want to jump off a bridge.

I hope I fall asleep quickly tonight. I'm not going to bother gaming. When I get my adapter I'm going to game at night but not have caffeine after 2 p.m... and see if it's just the caffeine bc I can see the commonalities between all 4 nights:

1) caffeine consumption was high bc even the day I only had one red bull I drank 3 or 4 v8 and Gatorade cause I didn't know it had caffeine.

I truly hope this microsleep trauma will lighten eventually. I see Erin and Mike tomorrow.... and that's it for therapy for the week.... that's the sad part....

Idk what I'm supposed to do I can't get abandoned again by another bot.

[swagatron9]

Reunited

Pairings: John Murphy x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is reunited with Murphy after be separated from him.

It had been a year since my boyfriend had got locked up, I tried to see him as much as possible but after I had also been arrested, I was no longer able to. Every day I dreamed of being with him again, wondering what he was doing, or even if he got with other girls. After all, we were all going to die soon.

"Prisoner, face the wall." Guards swarmed into my room; I wasn't good at keeping track of the time, but I knew for sure it wasn't my day. I still had several months left until I would be floated. I roughly shoved against the wall as they put a band on my wrist. I felt the band stab into my skin with small spikes.

"What's happening?" Instead, I received no answer and was pushed out of the small cage I had been locked in. Outside there was not only me getting pulled out by guards, but many others too. I looked around to see if I could him but suddenly everything went dark.

I awoke from a jolt and several screams. Around me were other prisoners like me, strapped to a chair or the wall. Chancellor Jaha's face showed on the screens around the pod, and he explained how we were getting sent down to Earth for a second chance. It was a good choice, personally. Either we get sent down and have the chance at living or dying or we stay up there and have no other chance at survival. I was devastated to see that I didn't recognize anyone in here, besides the obvious, Clarke and Wells.

Our seatbelts detached and we were all let out, everyone rushed down the ladder where we were met with more prisoners. I didn't get a chance to look around as I was shoved to the back, behind everyone and anyone that was significantly taller than I was. The doors were opened, and I was able to take in the fresh smell of Earth. The trees stood tall, and the grass was green. So much better than what I could ever imagine it to be.

I remember the days I would sit at my window and look out into the field of nothing. Wondering if I ever would be able to see Earth, even if it was just a photo. And now I was finally here.

I stepped out of the drop ship and walked around. All the faces surrounding me were unfamiliar, although I still had hope. I walked around and took a look at the different plants I had never even known existed.

A large group had formed over by the entrance to the dropship, so I decided to go check it out. I pushed through the people, and I saw three boys standing in the middle. One of them being Wells Jaha, the other being the spacewalker and lastly the one guy I had been looking for. "Murphy?" Everyone turned my way, and I could see the shock in his eyes as he saw me. The frown on his face faded and was instead replaced with a small smile. I ran up to him and the first thing I did was give him a long-awaited kiss. I could hear people around us cheering and letting out whistles, but I could not care less about what anyone thought at that moment. "Murphy? Is that really you?"

"Well, I'd hope you didn't just go up to a random guy and kiss him." He replies jokingly. He brings me in for a hug, which I return ten times harder. "I've missed you so much." He mumbled. By now everyone had walked off, no longer wanting to see what we were doing.

"I've been looking for you, I thought maybe you weren't sent down here."

"You can't get rid of me that easily. Come on, let's go explore." John pulled me off in the direction of where one of his friends was waiting. "This is my girl. Anyone touches her and their dead. Understood?" I couldn't help but blush at his words 'my girl' such simple words had such a big effect on me.

After exploring some more, John decided to stop and do some decorating on the drop ship. "You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the air-locked chamber when your father floated him," I remembered that day. That was a day that nearly ended us completely. After his father's death, John stopped talking to me and continuously pushed me away. If I had listened, and stopped trying to help him, we would no longer be a thing. That would certainly be an awkward way of life on Earth.

"If you're gonna kill someone, it's probably best not to announce it." Bellamy Blake walked over to us, and I noticed the small step John took to make it so he stood in front of me and apparently so did Bellamy as he eyed him down.

"You're not really a member of the guard, are you?"

"No. The real guard will be here soon unless we stop it. You don't actually think they're gonna forgive your crimes. Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we're gonna become model citizens now? Get jobs? If we're lucky, maybe pick up their trash." Bellamy explained.

"You got a point?"

"No. I got a question. They locked you up. Separated you from your girlfriend. Dumped you down here like lab rats to die. So why are you helping them?"

"The hell we are-"

"You're wearing those bracelets aren't you. Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us." I could tell as Bellamy kept talking that he was slowly getting closer to getting inside John's head.

"Okay. You said we could stop it. how?"

"Take them off. The Ark will think you're dead. That it's not safe to follow. You follow?" I couldn't tell if what he was doing was a good thing or not. Whether he wanted this for a certain reason or he genuinely knew what was right.

"Right. And if we do, what's in it for us?"

"You get to be with your girlfriend in peace, and someone's gotta help me run things."

John turns around and brings me back in for another hug. "This day just keeps getting better."

[oikawa-tuwu]

Kitchen (gn!Reader x Osamu)

Rated T, 1.5k words

Not Home for the Holidays Masterlist

"Can I hide in here?"

You spend most of your time surrounded by people. Entertaining guests and providing homey hospitality is half your job after all. Therefore, you tend to relish the time you have to yourself. Cooking dinner, like you do every evening, is one of those times.

Unfortunately, it seems like one of your guests didn't get that memo.

“Can I hide in here?”

You blink. One second ago, you were alone in the kitchen, washing vegetables for dinner, but now there’s a man, tucked against the wall of the kitchen, glancing fearfully into the hallway.

“Not from the cops, I hope.”

“No,” the man says, even though the intensity wedged deep into the furrow of his eyebrows says otherwise. “My brother.”

Ah. He’s one of your guests. Now you recognize him as one of the twins that you checked in yesterday, the one that slapped his brother on the arm as you led them to their room. You never did get an explanation for the assault, but hey. Siblings.

The man in front of you shifts his feet a little, glancing back out into the hallway, and you remember that he asked a question. While you're not exactly used to having an audience while you cook, you also can't find a reason to tell him to leave, so you shrug and the man sighs, carefully closing the door behind him.

“Thanks. I’m Miya Osamu, by the way.”

“Y/n.”

Miya nods his head in greeting, sliding into one of the barstools at the end of the kitchen island. He pulls out his phone and you continue washing potatoes. It’s quiet, and a little awkward, but not unbearable.

Then, Osamu’s phone starts to ring. Well, vibrate, to be more accurate, spasming violently in Osamu’s hand, and it startles him so much that he almost drops it, before catching it in his other hand and trying to pretend like that slip never happened.

Meanwhile, the phone keeps ringing.

“Are you gonna get that?”

“Nope,” Osamu says. He flips through something on his phone, and the ringing stops, even though his phone on the counter stays lit up with the notification of an incoming call from contact name: Asshole.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re trying so hard to avoid your brother?”

Osamu scowls, and somehow scowls even harder when his phone lights up again. Incoming call from Asshole.

“It was his idea to come here as a sibling bonding vacation,” Osamu says, emphasizing that last part with unenthusiastic air quotes. “I haven’t spent this much time with him since we were in high school. I just need a second alone.”

“Sounds like you two are close.”

Osamu makes an uncommitted sound, somewhere between a grunt and a huff, and rejects the next phone call that comes in. “If you call driving each other up the wall everytime we’re in the same room as each other as close, then yeah.”

“Distance helps with that,” you say, as you pull out a cutting board for your freshly washed vegetables. “If you spend enough time apart, you’ll start to appreciate the time you can spend with each other.”

At first, Osamu doesn’t respond, just watches as you slowly begin to chip away at the mountain of vegetables you need to chop for the stew. Hesitantly, he finally asks, “Do you want help with that?”

“This is kind of what you’re paying me for,” you laugh. “Besides, no offense, but my reputation as a host is dependent on evenly cooked vegetables, so if you mess up...”

“I own a restaurant,” Osamu says, deadpan. “I don’t think I’ll fuck up chopping carrots.”

With a shrug, you get out a second cutting board and knife, sliding it across the counter. “If that’s how you want to spend your vacation.”

Osamu washes his hands, cracks his knuckles, and gets to work. He’s quick with the knife, quicker than you, so you start on the actual base of stew as he works, dicing and chopping. You're a little surprised at how... nice... it is to cook with someone else for a change, working in silence as you both attend to your tasks.

After cooking the floured beef, you add a few splashes of red wine and keep stirring. Once it's ready, you add the broth, and wait for it to come to a simmer.

Osamu, on the other hand, made quick work of the pile of potatoes, onions, and carrots and he quietly slides the pile of diced produce towards you.

“Stew?” He asks, peeking into the pot with a watchful eye.

“Yep. It’s cold outside, and this stew recipe is pretty hearty, so…”

“It’s a good idea,” Osamu says, with a quiet, fond smile. As he talks, one hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, a strangely endearing nervous tic. “My mom used to make stew for us after we got home from spring nationals every year back in high school. It smells like her recipe.”

“Do you want to try it?” You ask, digging for a spoon in the silverware drawer. “Obviously, it's not done, but…”

Osamu accepts your offer anyways, and takes the spoon from you, closing his eyes as he lets the beef broth and wine run down his throat. “Tastes like her recipe.”

“Do you mind getting out the tableware? Bowls are in the top cupboard to the right of the sink.”

“And you sound like her, too,” Osamu grumbles, but he laughs when you do, and obediently traipses across the kitchen.

The quiet returns, briefly, but this time it's tainted, distantly, by the sound of someone yelling. Although muffled, it sounds vaguely like they’re shouting a name, so you tilt your head and listen harder to make out the syllables.

“‘Samu!” The voice yells again, significantly louder this time, as the speaker gets closer to the kitchen.

“Is that-” You start to ask, but the scowl on Osamu’s face answers your question for you. Before you can think better of it, you point to the door in the corner of the room. “You can hide in the pantry?”

Osamu blinks, and it takes him a second to process the words, but then he grins, darting into the tiny space and shutting the door just as the kitchen door opens.

“Is Osamu in here?” The other Miya asks, grinning as he leans into the kitchen. “Looks like me, except dark hair and less handsome?”

“Hm,” you hum, as you go back to stirring the stew. “No, I haven’t seen anyone like that.”

The blond Miya nods thoughtfully, but, unfortunately, doesn’t leave. Instead, he slides into the seat that had been previously occupied by Osamu, still sporting that same mischievous grin. “The name’s Atsumu.”

“Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you. You know, my brother is a chef.”

“Really?” You ask, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Atsumu continues, his smile growing. “He’s good, too. Makes the best onigiri I’ve ever eaten, which is good, because if he quit playing volleyball to do something he sucked at, I think I would have to disown him. Did I mention that? We played volleyball together. He honestly could have gone professional if he wanted to, like me, but I suppose I can forgive him since he’s so successful-”

“Miya,” you interrupt. “Are you talking up your brother to me?”

Atsumu shuts up, and has the decency to at least look a little embarrassed, as his cheeks flush a little and his grin loosens up just the tiniest bit. He rubs his neck, a gesture that you saw only a few moments earlier on his twin brother, and says, sheepishly, “You got me. But… just between you and me,” he takes a second to glance about the room, like confirming his brother wasn’t actually in the room and he just hadn’t noticed the first time, before leaning forward and stage-whispering conspiratorially, “he thought you were cute when you checked us in yesterday.”

“Did he now?”

“Uh-huh,” Atsumu says, that mischievous glint back in his eye. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”

And with that, Atsumu winks, rising from his chair and leaving back through the door, giving one last wave before it closes shut behind him.

You give it a moment, but when the pantry door doesn’t open, you say, “You can come out now, Osamu.”

“I don’t want to,” comes the muffled response.

For the second time, you have to bite your lip to stop the laugh that threatens to escape. “Not even if I offer you another taste of the stew?”

Slowly, the pantry door swings open. Osamu walks out, one hand self-consciously running through his hair, not quite looking you in the eyes.

“Is it possible for you to forget everything my brother said?”

You tilt your head, a teasing lilt to your words as you ask, “You think I’m cute?”

“When you’re not conspiring with my brother,” Osamu replies, shuffling his feet in a way that could only be described as quietly self-conscious. “Then yeah. I think you’re cute.”

For some reason, the admission takes you by surprise, and your cheeks flush even though you were the one that goaded him to it in the first place.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat and looking back down at the stew. “I guess you made an effective sous chef, Miya, so if you would like to return tomorrow, I won’t complain.”

Osamu smiles, and you’re pleased to note that his eyes drift up from the floor to you, frown sliding into something more like that playful grin like his brother’s just a second ago. “I guess that depends. What’s on the menu?”

“I was thinking… onigiri. Know anyone that could help me with that?”

(A/N: Its not my favorite I've written, but it's done! Also shoutout to my mom for dealing with her daughter running into the living room and demanding she recite a stew recipe from memory. Which she did. I also posted this to AO3, so you can find the link to that on the masterlist! See you on 12/5 for Tendou's! Dw, the next ones will be more holiday/winter inspired than this one ;) )