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transmissionsfromthebattlefield · 2 years

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Swiss-Fig-Havarti

Ah, 2023. You came too fast.

I haven’t had the time to sit down and pump out a blog post in a few days. That’s because I was spending quality time with a certain someone who’s long anticipated presence finally emitted in my house for ten days and granted me the satisfaction I had been craving for a good three months. So here’s the obligatory recap.

Overall, Max’s visit was an incredible time. Most of it consisted of me dragging him places to make him adjust quickly to the Pennsylvania landscape. We hoped for snow, but we instead were granted weather in the sixties on some days. Some of our time was spent inside, including for top secret recording sessions, the motive of which will be revealed to the public in a few months. (Ahahahaahahahah shit.) But most of our time was an excuse for me to subliminally flaunt my taken status to the world at large.

For example, my—or should I say our—last meal of the year was at Little Elephant, the best locally owned Thai place around. I got the yellow curry talay special, pictured below. Pure, earthy bliss. These are the types of things I enjoy.

We headed over to good ol’ Dave’s house for his new year’s eve bash afterwards. (You already saw photos from that night here or here.) Dave is a friend of our family, and his musical infatuations manifest in record parties where licorice pizzas are played by the side in the living room and charcuterie is bountiful in the dining room. (A lot of good food was eaten in those ten days, which should be obvious by now.) We effectively got to DJ for almost the entire night with zero vocal disapproval from anyone else, permitting me to infect my poor boyfriend’s ears with NoMeansNo and Alice Donut and the like. (Luckily, he got a kick out of them.) We danced to Captain Beefheart and overall had a great time. It was probably the most solid NYE party I could imagine. And I hate parties!

Had we stayed home we probably would’ve been watching Sia, who I didn’t even know people still gave a crap about, and David Byrne (hi, David Byrne) being excruciatingly awkward together on TV. We had to wait a few days to get to get that experience via YouTube and astounded friends, and we were geographically separated by that time. But I’m still mentioning it because I am not over how we allow such poor decision making to determine our television programming! Do you really think anyone wants to see Paris Hilton barely sing? At least, it doesn’t sound like anything’s coming out of her microphone there. I hate this culture.

We spent the first day of the new year sticking our tongues out at said culture in good old Baltimore. Our first priority was the American Visionary Art Museum, a current staple of preserving the city’s weirdo spirit. We spent most of our time in the gift shop ogling all the weird crap they have up for sale. We got matching JFK and Jackie O masks that we forgot to take photos with and a lot of other, smaller things.

The majority of the times I’ve been there were when I was much smaller than I even am now. Only one of the exhibits had been changed out since my last visit a few years ago, and a good amount of the museum is permanent. It felt so much the same that I felt almost out of place. This is no dismissal of the museum, and I recommend a visit to those who get the chance to stop in. But I felt overgrown there. The museum, which highlights ‘outsider’ and self-trained artists, revolves around the power and persuasion of innocence. I’m not so innocent anymore! It felt so strange even existing alone in such a complex, never mind leading a boyfriend around. I’m interpreting it as an experiential testament to how far I’ve come. And that’s a good thing. Living away for school, taking in things as myself, getting to share time with a worthy male companion—it’s what I wanted, and I’m happy to be having it. Getting to indulge in the latter after months of anxiety and anticipation was refreshing more than anything.

The rest of our excursion time was less philosophical. We stuck some stickers advertising Jerry Casale’s newest single outside the Sound Garden after dinner at our old Baltimore haunt, Papi’s, which received a much warmer reception from the man of the hour than I expected. You see, my boyfriend is San Diego born and raised, and he is a diehard foodie. If anyone is game to judge east coast Mexican fare, it’s him. He ended up raving to our waitress about how their street tacos beat some of the places back home in terms of their authenticity, which was kind of hilarious. Hey, it’s a point for Baltimore!

The next day we trucked through Amish country to get to the Record Connection up in Ephrata, where we dropped off a few of my boyfriend’s CDs as well as some by Monsieur Herr. Hopefully some “Pennsylvania Dutch” fraulein or freakoff hick gets their state altered by one of ‘em.

Max flew home on Wednesday. I adjusted quickly to not having him around—the internet does wonders, I guess—but I still miss him. Long distance relationships are wack. In a week I’ll be back in Kent, and I can’t be more excited. All the important emails are sent, the section of Music as a World Phenomenon I’m registered for STILL doesn’t have an assigned professor, and most of the anxiety is gone. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll see him again in due time. I’ll still long, but who wouldn’t?

It felt totally crucial to have him around, and I’m relieved that our time together was so enriching for us both. Yet it did not feel like some dramatic, radical upheaval to have a boyfriend at my side. In fact, it felt completely natural.

Which was exactly the way I wanted it to feel.

Happy 2023!

#blog #life #my boyfriend #vacation #new year #new year's eve #2023 #great food #Thai food #Baltimore #American Visionary Art Museum #my cats #Peewee the bengal

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courageforbeginners · 6 months

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Questions 61-65

61. How have you changed over the last 5 years?

Five years ago would have been March 11th, 2019. At this point in my life, I was in college getting an English degree in my home town, while living at home. I was still working at my first job at a mom and pop pizza shop, waiting for my second job to come around. I was most likely hanging out with one of my best friends at the time, Nick. I was so scared for my first season as a ride operator at Cedar Point. But Nick would be coming along, as well as two other friends, including my best friend since kindergarten, Rachel. Around this time, Nick and I were selecting colors and painting his bedroom at his sisters house. My mom had ovarian cancer. What a crazy time. I was very solitary in my socializing and very anxious all the time.

Five years later, my friendship with Nick had ended in 2020. I was working at a movie theater after the best summer of my life. I had broken out of my shell and was transformed from introvert to extrovert. I did not feel the same fears I once did. At this movie theater, I met my now boyfriend of 3.5 years. A pandemic happened that changed so much in such little time. Life shut down, and my second season at Cedar Point was put on hold. I was to be the Team Leader of Planet Snoopy, which was disappointing as I had wanted Camp Snoopy. Due to low staffing because of the pandemic, Planet Snoopy did not open that season, and I was moved to Team Leader of Kiddy Kingdom. A tragedy that turned to a blessing. This became my best summer yet, despite the pandemic. I met some of my best friends in the world. I was growing more confident each day. I was becoming more loved each day. My significant other asked me out this year too. 2021 was strange as I was living with Rachel, but not how we planned when we were little. I was spending a significant amount of time at my boyfriend's instead of cherishing our time together. I worked at the movie theater again, and then eventually Amazon, before returning to Cedar Point for my most successful and challenging season as Supervisor of Iron Dragon. I grew my leadership style and fell in love with training. My work ethic strengthened all while getting to manage the most amazing group of people. We were awarded the first, Crew of the Year award. I was so proud. It felt like a high I should end on, but feared the next chapter in my life. I told myself it was time to depart form the Point. But that same fear consumed me. I went unemployed from Halloween until March 8th, 2022, consumed by fear. I started as a crew member at my local Culver's. But, I accepted another position with Cedar Point, Supervisor of Rougarou. A decision that I both regret, but realize was necessary. This season was the hardest by far, as my partner and I did not see eye to eye, and no amount of asking for help or conversations had with her or management solved anything. The same management team who supported me through three amazing seasons, left me to dry. No one came out of that season saying it was their favorite. But, I needed that experience to remind myself that I would not and could not return. If I did return, I could only go back as a guest. That's what I did. I had to move on. The fear was back. My friends would forget about me, and only pretend to miss me. This was true in most cases, but those who genuinely meant the most to me stuck around. I couldn't be more grateful to those who became family. Luckily, despite the grief of saying goodbye to Cedar Point, I was rehired as a Crew Chief at Culver's in November of 2022. By January of 2023, I was a store manager. I took pride in my work even though people look down on food service workers, especially fast food. But hey, someone has to do it? I loved my crew and my job, striving to know as much as I could. I designed my own training program and hand selected my designated trainers. I developed the Training Coordinator position. I was fully comfortable in all my roles and responsibilities, but it had to come to an end. After months of not seeing eye to eye with the owner and her behavior, I took the chance to put me forward. This year, 2024, I accepted a manager position with a candy/pop culture store, heading their freeze dry department and creating a program from basically the ground up. Putting myself out there seemed less scary now. I knew how to interview as I have now been on both sides of the interview. Anxious was not even on the table. Until the job sucked ass. After only seven days, I quit. The owner lacked professionalism, there was no training program in place, and I had been on the receiving end of copious amounts of unwarranted disrespect. I did not have to take that from an employer.

As of now, I've been unemployed after two weeks, but that's okay. I've been interviewing and accepted a position with another Frozen Custard shop, where I will be the Store Manager. I get to train and run my crew alongside a partner I haven't met yet. It's all very Cedar Point and Culver's adjacent feeling. I'm excited to see how this goes!

62. Have you ever painted a house?

Yes! Not to full completion, but I have helped out. My family had volunteered with some organization through our church to help paint houses. I believe we only did it once, though. Another time through our Middle School Beta club at my Christian school, we help another organization with a home build? My dad was a mason, and volunteered to help out. We hung dry wall together.

63. Have you ever had a surprise party (that was actually a surprise)?

Yes! Rachel planned a surprise birthday party with my parents for my 20th. She didn't want it to be my 21st, as that would have been a little too obvious, in her own words. It was a great time.

64. What makes you feel miserable?

I'm not feeling like getting too deep or emotional, so I'll go with something tangible. When my socks and shoes are wet, and I just have to suck it up and deal with it. This was all too common working outdoors at an amusement park.

65. What's the best costume you've ever worn?

My significant other and I went as Steve and Blue from Blues Clue's!

March 11, 2024

#writing #3000 questions #mine

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astoldbyalonelyginger · 1 year

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My first ex, we will call T.

T and I met when I was 16 and he was 15. We both ran cross country and it was my first year on the team. The moment I met him I was starstruck. I had never felt that way before. I remember seeing him run past and he smiled at me, boy was I hooked. He was my first everything, I would have ran to the moon and back for him. We were together for four years total. I was so incredibly close to his family, they became my family too. He broke up with me on Valentine’s Day in 2013 and we got back together that same April. In those two months I was heartbroken like I’d never felt in my life. I’d see him at school and I was so angry. Eventually we ran into each other at school, he was unhappy too, so we got back together.

I didn’t have many friends in high school so I would either eat lunch in a teacher’s classroom or I would go home. I would always try to get him to go home with me for lunch but he wanted to hang out with his friends. In retrospect that is completely understandable, but teenage me didn’t understand. I had to dumb myself down a lot, I had a higher level of vocabulary than he did. When I graduated high school I didn’t think I would be smart enough for college because of this, so I went to school for something “easy” which in my mind was Dental Hygiene. Luckily, the program was super competitive so I didn’t get in. I thought it would be best for me to get an easy M-F job so I could be a perfect housewife for T. T was working at a car wash at the time then later was a surveyor. We both still lived with our parents. I went out of my way to see him as often as I could because I was so in love with him. I worked in retail and he had a mostly day job. Slowly he pulled away. He didn’t make time for me, he didn’t want to hang out. We would make plans and he wouldn’t show up. Eventually, on August 25th, I grew the balls to break up with him. He had a new girlfriend 2 weeks later. The girl I never had to worry about, the girl he didn’t find attractive, the girl he has known since elementary school. In my mind, there’s no way he wasn’t cheating. How could you move on that fast after 4 years with someone? I felt betrayed and I felt worthless. 4 years of wasted time. The only consolation is that they are still together to this day and have two super cute kids. I just wish that they could have been together from the beginning, I feel I stole that time away from them.

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sourcherrydaydream · 1 year

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This picture holds a lot of meaning to me. It's an art piece I walked past all the time in 2021. Within the confines of a sterile, sad hospital, with an even more sad reason to be there, it would bring a smile to my face, remind me to be hopeful, and provide a short moment of escape from my diagnosis.

September is Blood Cancer/Leukemia and Lymphoma Awareness Month. Every year, around 9,000 people are diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma in the United States. In February 2021, a few weeks after my 22nd birthday, I was one of those people. Before then, I didn’t even know Hodgkin's Lymphoma existed as a form of cancer. The doctor who told me my results was a head and neck surgeon. She told me to look it up and laughed saying she was relieved she could be off the hook, that this wasn’t her area of expertise, and that someone should call us from Oncology within the next day or two. It was the heat of the pandemic before vaccines were readily available to anyone except healthcare staff or people with special privileges.

I got the news in my parent's home with the two of them surrounding me feeling like everything I knew was collapsing. Why me? What did I do wrong to have this happen to me? Why is nobody walking us through the next steps? I’m scared. What if I die? I’m too young. Is this real? Luckily, we were able to get on the phone with a nurse from the Oncology department within the day, do some research of our own, and get the ball rolling with more testing and treatment discussion.

On March 1st, 2021, I started my first round of chemotherapy. That was also the day I got into the Masters in Social Work Program that I am now in my final year of. In a moment of such difficulty, I also felt so much hope. I had to get vaccinated between chemotherapy treatments, I was becoming more and more immunocompromised as treatments carried on, I got shingles around my PICC line, I lost my hair day by day, I had horrible and amazing experiences with healthcare professionals, I watched a lot of TV, I got acupuncture, the list can go on. I'll never forget how it felt to feel the chemo going through my body. How the last hour was the most uncomfortable. How I was so restless and nauseous and inflamed. Most days, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I still completed my B. A in Philosophy and graduated during this process.

I feel so lucky that it was caught early, and I am currently in remission, healthy and in a good place. I am so lucky that my mom works at the hospital where I received care, so I had the best insurance, and that my privileges got me through the journey with much more ease than most.

It's one of the most horrible experiences. Sometimes it was more of a burden trying to share how bad I felt because I was afraid that I would make other people feel scared or uncomfortable. Sometimes it was that I was afraid saying it out loud would make my fear come true. It felt safer to withhold or deal with these things on my own. In retrospect, I wouldn't encourage the practice of withholding. It's important to speak the truth somewhere safe.

It was an extremely difficult, painful, scary experience that I would not have been able to get through without my family and friends. They held me up when I couldn’t. They had to be hopeful when I couldn’t be. I am forever grateful.

To anyone who knows anyone going through a difficult health journey, try not to let your discomfort, pity, or ego guide how you choose to or hope to connect. Maybe you decide not to reach out, maybe you do, but think about it truly and honestly. Don’t get offended by people’s decision to not respond, and don’t put pressure on them. I very often found myself having to sugarcoat my feelings/experiences or responses so that I could protect other people’s feelings. Putting them before myself, and draining my already low energy. If I could encourage one sentiment from my experiences, it would be to remember that your true intention will always be felt.

This is just my point of view. This is only a small part of my story. I wish I had known more back then, but that wasn't possible.

#cancer survivor #remission #mystory #grateful

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umichenginabroad · 1 year

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Week 7: Goodbye Dublin!

Hi everyone! I’m so sad that my program has come to an end but want to give a quick recap of my last week in Dublin!

Tuesday I took my physics final in the morning. The final was difficult but I did not need a good grade to pass the class so I felt fine about it. I then sat in the UCD village and waited for DHL to pick up my suitcase I was shipping home. It was super easy and I headed back to our apartment to pack up the rest of my things and study for our history final Wednesday. I then went into town to get a pedicure and met my friends at Bunsen Burger for dinner. It was so yummy and sent me into a food coma so I headed to bed when we got back.

Wednesday morning we took our history exam. We were provided with prompts ahead of time so it was very straightforward. After, I headed to Blackrock with Sammy to have lunch. We ate and grabbed a pint to celebrate our finals being done! We then headed back to UCD and showered and relaxed before heading to dinner in Dublin one last time. We went to Yamamori Izakaya and Sake Bar which was amazing and then headed to meet the rest of our friends for a pub crawl! The pub crawl was so fun and the perfect way to end our time in Dublin.

Thursday morning was an incredibly difficult wake-up call but we headed to our farewell coffee at 11 and then I did laundry one last time. Sammy and I then headed into town to walk around and shop. I love Dublin around 5pm because it always is so lively with people just getting out of work. We then met up with Jessie and Molly for dinner MASA and headed back to UCD to do final packing, play cards, and say goodbye to all our friends. It was so sad saying goodbye but luckily a lot of my friends go to Michigan and I will see them in a month!

Friday, I headed to the airport at 11am because that’s when we got kicked out of our residences. I flew on a 2:30 pm flight to London and got a taxi to Windsor. I walked around in Windsor and grabbed dinner before heading back to my hotel for an early night.

Saturday, my family arrived and met me in Windsor. They took showers, we got coffee at my hotel, grabbed lunch at an old pub, and headed into Windsor Castle at 12:30 pm. We “sprinted” through Windsor castle because we had to be in a taxi at 2:00 pm to go back to the airport but it was still super cool and we got to see where Queen Elizabeth was buried. Our flight ended up being delayed but we landed in Croatia and headed to our hotel.

This week, I will explore Croatia and spend time with my family, but also gather my final thoughts on the experience and recommendations for Dublin.

Elsa Pater

Industrial and Operations Engineering

BIG 10 STEM and Irish Studies: University College Dublin in Dublin, Ireland

#umichenginabroad #ipeireland #elsapater #ipesummer23 #ireland

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lolimsofuckedup-nm · 1 year

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Abuse / Persecution / politic shit / Vent / cry-for-help kinda trigger alert (?

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Idk where to start, but here we go...

I joined in a volunteer program in the uk that helped me get out my country (Venezuela, a small Latin American one that's fucking going down, you'll know if you're into politics or anything probably) two months ago, with the hope to apply for an asylum just like a friend of mine did three years ago or so

But the thing is, even tho i complain every day of how life was back there, I've feared death too many times, I've lived in the must insecure ways possible, I've give up bc of how imposible it is to live there even tho i was breaking my ass in more than three different jobs at the time while still trying to study something even tho i had no money or support from my family to get into a university, and my high school fucked up my documents to apply for a public one, and the sistem of the country doesn't gives a fuck to fix things when it comes to documentation if you're not a government active supporter, the house i lived in with my aunties is literally sinking down on a whole in the ground because of a Natural Disaster that nobody seemed to care about taking in control (Wich means is going to get worst this month with the rain season starting again for 6 months)... And well, a very very long etcetera of things

Even tho i consciously know all of this, when i just read in the uk government page the requirements for applying for the asylum “To stay in the UK as a refugee you must be unable to live safely in any part of your own country because you fear persecution there.” all of the misery in life I've been put through bc I don't support a political party (mustly bc its nonsense but also bc I've been underage for must part of my life, cmon I'm on my very early 20's), seems suddenly so invalid and small to me.

And then memories keep popping up on my mind, like when for weeks this motorcycle guys with guns and bombs tryed to get into my house when I was like 16 and all my mom and i could do was turn off all the lights and block the front doors with all the furniture we had at home, just because there was people protesting against the dictator president, so he just sent bunches of those dudes to make chaos and kill and steal on the suburbs to get protestings out the streets.

Or the time when we got caught in the car on the way back home from secondary school, because the police was persecuting the students that were protesting to ""arrest them"", but then the next day mothers all over the neighborhood were crying over their murdered young sons or tortured and raped young daughters. My mom didn't even let me go to school again for a month, get out to the garden; literally not even be on the room of the house with big windows, and she was not the only mother worried about their kids in the country, all of us as a big community were scared.

Or all the many, many calls I've got since I was 12 or so about kidnapping threats or trys, just bc I have a cousin and aunt that actively works on the political party against the government. When I was 18 I got persecuted on a van after some calls faking my mom's identity, and even tho luckily for me there were some men walking down the street that figured out what was happening and approached and helped me get home (wich was scary too, because I didn't know them and the whole situation was making me feel small and insecure already), i got panic attacks for two months every time I even thought of going out of my house to the bakery one block away.

And those only had to be with the hard way of living for any other venezuelan in the country, but then I have this fucked up clown of a parent that acts so cool in front of everyone, but it's been persecuting me or any of my siblings in the must creepy kind of ways every time we decide for our own sake to get away from him . And I'm not talking just about an over-strict parent. I'm not talking about a jerk kind of a parent. It's a motherfucker abuser that did nothing through all the years of suffering my older mid-brother (fuck it, I'm calling him my brother anyways) had to go through bc his mother is a crazy bitch that tied him up to beat him in ways in cannot even describe without losing my shit. Or all the beat ups i had as a child, some of them till I bleeded, because of stupid little things like spilling my juice on the table, or not knowing how to properly write the letter "R" in fucking first year of primary school, and so on. Or humiliating and degrading my sister for being homo. Or manipulating me to talk to him through not giving us food for weeks, but giving my sister the best giant pizzas and banana's splits so I could "learn my lesson" and stop being a brat like my older brothers, one of them running away from home twice to avoid killing himself bc of not being able to handle our fucked up family anymore. And all just bc I was to scared to fucking talk to a person that's a sexual abuser, even tho nobody else in the family (as long as I know) knows this for a fact, even tho everybody just look somewhere else when he does the fucking inappropriate sexual jokes about my little 11 y/o cousin's body, or tries to have girlfriends as close as his fucking daughter's ager, or goes out of boundaries with my brother's partner. And I'm the one that's wrong for facing him and only talking to him on those moments to tell him to stop doing those fucked up things.

And being happy and sad at the same time when he left the country to persecute my brother to fucking Peru, the country he had to go to on bus from out city we lived at to be away from all this trouble, just to discover that, unlike my brother, his useless ass is not going to make it through in a country where there's no mommy to relay on when you don't want to work anymore even tho you are past the 50 years old. So he came back again to my country, and putted me to cry for days when I got the news, bc I won't be able to visit my grandma anymore without seeing my abuser's face. I won't be able to walk around the city in peace without the fear of him just showing up suddenly at any time, because he stalks me on all my social medias and activities, putted a shit to access my computer when i was a teenager and got into my accounts on fucking everything, follows and stalks every person that I'm related to, learns my routines, just so he can feel he's on control of my life, and even worst, so he can make me (and my sister, and my mom, and so goes on...) Feel like he's on control of our lives. He just suddenly takes any other member of the family phone just to pretend he's them, so he can get to talk to me and know about me. Or worst, sends ultimatums to me, or threats, or insults when he's mad at the fucked up life he created for himself.

And you know what's the worst part about the fear? The need to make it seem unreal. Like when i found fucking porn searchs in his phone about pederast incest, i fucking couldn't believe it (somehow) and just, pup! Erased it all. Or the calls and messages? Got furious, so I cleared the chats and blocked his number, and new number, and grandmother's number, and so on and on (just so he could say how bad and bratty i was for just getting away from all the family without any reason but just me throwing a tantrum). And well, whatever, for years I've felt guilty for erasing the only prove that i had, so I didn't speak up about it, bc how can people believe that such a cool guy could do those things anyways? So I just kept on a cicle for years of erasing and then feeling guilty and regretful, but then feeling alone so doing it again, because I never thought that i could do something about it. And now I'm here and i need proves of everything, and I've been stupid enough to left me with nothing but bad memories and traumas, that has no fucking use in a legal process to try and get my life together somewhere else away from the pain.

And at the end, does all of this count for other countries governments? Because I lost track of the difference between a normal hard life, and miserable life in some point of my growing up in Venezuela experience. But i don't want to go back anyways. I don't want to live life being scared, not knowing if tomorrow will be a normal hard day, or if my life is just going to suddenly go crazy and I'm going to lose someone else on the streets, or their house, or just because they left for a better opportunity in another country and I'll probably never see them again, or the crazy bitch of my father is going to start a new drama. Who can support a person that's been trying their hardest in life, who doesn't wants to give up? (even when there doesn't seems to be other options, because that's what they want you to feel, to control you through fear, through making you wake up and go to sleep every day on survival mode). I don't want to live that way.

And i don't want a life full of luxury either. All i want is a small house or apartment to live in, where i know I'm safe in, and a stable job with a boss that doesn't try to find every possible way to get you to work out of your job and personal boundaries, (both legally and illegally, bc in a country without law and lots of corruption that doesn't matter), with a small salary, enough to get me to buy a treat once in a week if I want to without having to give up on a basic need product like soap or shampoo for once. All i want is a normal life. Nothing more, with normal problems, normal solutions, a normal family, and normal experiences.

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kyasiaa-j · 1 year

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Chapter 13 Fieldwork: Koko’s Journey From Poto

**The name utilized within this story is a cover name to protect the identity and anonymity of the storyteller.**

Finding someone to interview for this project was rather tricky because I have no one in my family or even friends I know personally who’ve emigrated to the United States. Luckily because I work as a scheduler at a senior care agency, I had the pleasure of interviewing one of our caregivers who’s emigrated from Poto, a country in Western Africa. Koko came to the United States in 2005 after her husband applied for and won a “lottery visa”. The Diversity Immigrant Visa Program, also referred to as the Green Card Lottery awards up to 50,000 immigrant visas each year. “If my husband didn’t apply to the lottery, we would not be here, we would have stayed in Africa”. While they won the lottery, coming to the U.S. was not easy as they still had to cover all expenses for the flight over and to start their life here. At the time, airplane tickets cost a minimum of $1,600 because it was a 23-hour flight. Once Koko’s family arrived in the States, she remembered it taking up to one month to receive her green card. As Koko explained, the green card was valid for 10 years then they applied for social security, and five years after that, applied for citizenship. Since Koko and her husband have gained dual citizenship, they have only traveled once back home in 2018 due to the cost being extremely pricy.

The main factor that pulled Koko and her family to the U.S. was “more and bigger” opportunities. [The] “money is more here [and] to be able to send money is a benefit. We come here and make money”. While Koko did not really care or have much desire in coming over to the U.S., she decided to take a chance on a new life and a “change of scenery”. [Africa is a] “poor country but a beautiful country, [the] government takes over, ruling in a dictatorship and they don’t have as much range for jobs’. Before attaining citizenship and while studying for the 100-question history and civics test, Koko adored presidents and how they are only allowed to serve at most two terms. She believes that Africa would thrive if they implemented this strategy and all of the citizens would have better lives or receive more enjoyment within their lives. “We are just like you guys, dress like you guys here. We just don’t have enough money. We expect more from the government”.

Koko and her husband only came over with one child, her son who was three years old. “It was difficult to come with a child. If you have family here that you can count on, to bring the child is for the best but it has its pros and cons. [You have to] make sure you have support for children, have communication, and a husband [who is] really in the house [but] in Africa, [you are] always gonna have somebody”. As much as Koko adores her children, as she has three in total now, she defines having a child at the time as a “handicap”. “Even if I was in Africa, I would have still had the same amount of children”. Being in the United States has certainly made the process of childbirth easier and safer for women. In Africa, Koko had a natural birth but in the U.S. as soon as they asked her if she wanted to be medicated, she did not hesitate. “Only maybe one more in Africa because it’s easier here. I felt like I was dying”.

Connection and communication are one of the largest concepts Koko stands by. While she is not that close to her mother, she still speaks to her twice a week through WhatsApp, a free cross-platform messaging service where more than two billion people in over 180 countries can stay in touch with their friends and family. Despite the high costs of the calls, Koko also talks to her sister and grandma once a week. While in America, Koko stated that practicing her religion and the food were two pieces she missed the most from her life in Poto. “I don’t go to church [as] I used to. Church makes you who you are, to treat people fairly [allows you to] believe that something is inside of you”. Due to constantly working and catering to her children, she has much less time to make it to church and even now after Covid, getting back into the habit of attending has become more difficult. After learning about Koko’s religion, I became curious and wondered how they celebrated holidays. “We celebrate Christmas and New Year’s more over in Africa than here [but we also] spend more money on holiday here, [the] kids get more presents here. Over there, we don’t have as much money”. Many Americans also work on the holidays and Koko dislikes that notion.

Speaking with Koko was incredibly eye-opening since I had never really thought much about her journey over to the United States but I deeply enjoyed hearing her story. Koko and I talked on the phone for around 45 minutes and before we ended our conversation, I asked if she had any final thoughts or sentiments. “One thing you can say about Africa is we in Africa, love other people. We respect people and we respect ourselves. [Despite] the way we were raised, we must show respect”.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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JJK || The BBF

header by @jjkeverlast

Definition: Brother's Best Friend.

a/n: here you are, my dear. enjoy it well. i know i have. (this is raw).

Your brother is home for the holidays. Your family has moved into a smaller home since he left for college, which results in you having to share a room with not only him, but his super hot best friend.

tags: pure smut. (18+)

warnings: humiliation kink, jungkook teases her lot, mentions of choking, explicit language, pool sex, skinny dipping, pull-out method (don't do that), blow jobs, pussy licking, multiple orgasms, fucking on the kitchen floor, backshots, name-calling/dehumanizing language, lollygagging

@haikyutiehoe @jjkeverlast

The guilt was the worst part.

But you craved it.

You wanted to suck your brother's best friend's cock. The thought of it, of what you wanted to do to him fueled your most humiliating fantasies.

It was the picture of him with his head thrown back on the couch, his pierced lips parted in pleasure as his hands pull his shirt up his chisled torso, his hips rolling desperately into your mouth.

It played over and over in your head like a mantra, almost as if you were separate from this inate desire to fuck him.

He'd come to every one of your brother's stupid parties since you were teenagers and every time you would end up in a room together he would look at you like you were completely naked in front of him. He'd lick the inside of his cheek and smirk, but say nothing.

He was a total dick, too. He always touched your shit when he came over and never cleaned up after himself.

Jungkook had a bad habit of sticking his fork into your dessert at dinner and taking a long, seductive bite out of it.

"It's too pretty not to eat, huh, y/n?" He'd laugh.

The worst thing ever happened last night, though.

Your brother decided to move to the East Coast for college, with Jungkook as his roommate. They'd both been accepted to very prestigious programs, but you could care less about that.

Your new house has no extra guest bedroom for the both of them, so you three had to share just one. Luckily, there were extra air mattresses in the closet for this exact situation, so no one really had to share beds. It was still crowded, though.

You managed to go to bed first, having showered already and completed all your online college assignments for the day.

After an hour of just staring at the ceiling, trying to avoid glancing over at Jungkook's sleeping face, you figured you couldn't sleep.

Carefully stepping over both of their sleeping bodies, you made your way to the kitchen to get water.

In the other room, Jungkook was sitting up in bed, curious as to what you were doing up at two in the morning. He could see you messing around in the kitchen, reaching for a glass on your tiptoes.

The gown you were wearing rides up, revealing your ass to him. His eyes widen with an incredible look on his face. If he wasn't awake then, he sure is now.

Meanwhile, you're innocently sipping your water while sitting on the counter. You face the pool outside, the glowing water looking refreshing this time of night.

You consider taking a dip. It's warm out tonight, and it might be relaxing enough to take your mind off of Jungkook's visit.

Hopping off the counter, you glide across the tile of the kitchen floor and walk towards the sliding glass doors leading to the pool. As you do so, you strip yourself of any clothing obscuring your body.

You sink into the lukewarm waters outside, the humid air filling your lungs and allowing you to truly relax. The gentle sway of the waves carry you as you dip the back of your head into the warmth. You sigh.

"Is this what you do every night, then?" Jungkook's voice interrupts your serenity.

You face out toward the bushes surrounding the pool, neglecting to see him.

"A dip in the pool when you can't sleep?" He sounds almost disappointed, but not surprised at all.

"Not every night," you hum, "Only when I can't sleep." You're cool and calm, knowing that if you make a scene you might wake the others.

"Well, I can't either..." he pauses. "Does this mean I can come in, too?"

"I don't see why not," you say, trying not to sound suspicious. It's dark, so he might have not been able to tell whether or not you were wearing anything. You would only keep on swimming, avoiding his path.

You cycle your legs, treading through the water until you arrive at the opposite edge of the pool. With a hum, you rest your body there.

The light sloshing of the water behind you indicate Jungkook is coming closer but it isn't until his cool body is pressed against yours and his breath hits your collar that you realize he's flush against you.

"You...are naked," he thrums in your ear. He runs his fingers along the side of your ass and waist. "Completely."

You silently whine. You've been caught.

You move your hands down to meet his, his big hands cupping your thighs before sliding them to his pelvis, realizing he's naked too. "But so are you," you speak against his skin.

"Yeah, so am I..." he nibbles your ear cautiously.

His impressive erection is pressed into your ass, his chest to your back.

"You think after all these years I haven't gone through your little diary? You expect me to believe that you left it unlocked so that I wouldn't read those pages..." he says, with each word he tightens his grip on you and demands your full attention.

"Dear diary," he quoted, "today I saw Jungkook at the party. I want his hot cum poured down my throat," he groans behind your ear.

"Dear diary," he continues, his thumbs traveling to play with your freed nipples, "I want to suck Jungkook's cock so badly, I cream my pants every time I even look at him."

He chuckles, softly. "Stupid slut." You hold your breath, moving your hands to his ass and kneading him. "Mm..."

"Mmh," you reply, softly gasping.

"What would your brother think of this, hm?" he speaks in a sultry rasp, his fingertips swirling on your abdomen. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

The comfort of his body grows as his lips descend on your collar in light, teasing kisses all the way up to your scalp. He adorns your cheeks with them.

"Yes, I am...but it just feels so good that...it doesn't even matter," you breathe.

"Hm," he smiles, satisfied with your reaction. Jungkook pulls off of you and begins swimming toward the stairs, floating casually. He stretches his neck to see that you're okay to come out.

You follow him cautiously, your hands never leaving his torso. He leads to the edge of the water with vigilant eyes.

His thighs are barely above the surface, but his dick is on full display.

The water was warm to begin with, so he's happy to present it to you. "Do it like you said you would," he lifts your chin. "Choke on it. Show me how much of a cocksucking whore you are."

Your eyes glaze over in lust as the pad of your tongue runs up the girth of his cock. Then, without warning, you take the tip between your lips and swallow it.

Jungkook whimpers when his pretty pink tip hits the back of your throat. "Y/N-- y/n. Fuckkkk," he breaks out into a pleased smile. He's full and heavy on your tongue, satisfying on your tongue.

His texture is delicious. His skin is velvety and juicy...Jungkooks precum flows down your throat like honey. "Oh, what a fucking whore my buddy's sister is...." he melts.

You grip his thighs as you sink down to his balls, the full length of his dick sheathed in your tight throat. He pulls you off immediately, gasping. "Holy fuck,"

He draws you from the water easily, carrying you in his arms to the kitchen floor.

He lays you down on a towel and begins kissing you in a frenzy. You lift your legs up so he can access your pulsing pussy. His tongue latches on to your breast, his damp hair falling around his face before diving down your torso to kiss and mark you

His shoulders resemble a range of mountains below you. He flutters his eyes closed.

"God, if you fuck me with your tongue use your nose~" you moan, your body sprawled against the floor of your own kitchen, the cool tile causing you to shiver.

Jungkook smirks as your fingers card through his hair and grip shallowly his scalp. "Mmn...hm," he thrums in reply. "I plan to," his voice vibrates against your swollen cunt.

He slacks his jaw, releasing his tongue and swiping lewdly from your sopping entrance to your throbbing bud.

Heaven.

His muscle is incredibly warm and wet. You relax your thighs under his hands, mewling for him.

You mindlessly ride his face, clenching with every lick on your sticky folds.

He sucks hard and you jolt your hips in protest. Jungkook makes a menacing face and dives right back in, rougher. He keeps his eyes up, his arms around your pretty thighs as he eats your cunt mercilessly.

He's drunk on watching you twitch.

You spasm. "Nnn! Fuck~" you whine in utter desperation. His lips curl into a smile. You're fluttering for him.

His eyes darken as he flicks his tongue rapidly on your clit. He's astonishingly persistent.

"!!" You gasp, clenching hard around his diligent fingers and coat him with your cum instantly.

Jungkook bares his teeth slightly, rising to his knees as he continues to finger you through your trembling orgasm. "That'a girl..." he groans.

You unfurl yourself, getting on your knees and crawling towards him, your touch landing on his chest. Your eyes meet. There is a quiet, lingering seduction hanging in the air. He licks into your mouth languidly, scraping his fingertips on your delicate curves. Quiet smacking fills the room, followed by whispered moans.

He sits up from under you and turn your hips to face the glass doors. You see your own reflection. Your tits are free, on display with his veined hands serving as a temporary bra. You're hovering inches from his mighty thighs, being held by your brother's best friend.

"I want to see," you beg to his lips as he grabs a handful of your ass, kneading you roughly.

"Is that right, princess?" Jungkook teases, practically purring in your ear. He pulls your hips down to tease his dick against your vulva, rocking you on the tip. "Watch yourself get fucked."

You lower your hips on to his perfect cock. His hands rush to cover your mouth as you rip out a guttoral moan. He was ambrosial. Jungkook stretched you so that you could feel his dick in your gut. He furrows his brow, his mouth lewdly agape.

His thumb rests on the edge of your slit, stimulating your clitoris as you ride. Your eyes begin to water from the stimulation, and the vision before you blurs.

"That's a good cock slut...your brother's not gonna fucking believe me," he grins, smacking his hips into your drenched cunt. "Your pussy feels so amazing," he sighs.

Jungkook presses his hands to your back and lays you down on all fours. You collapse your elbows and spread your legs to receive his hard thrusts. He scratches your back before playfully smacking your ass. "mmm," he hisses.

Numb to any feeling but that of his girth corrupting your idle hole, you gaze upon yourself in a daze, angling your hips so that he can massage your cervix thoroughly.

You tense without warning, your breath stuttering. "Koo~!" You whine as you cream hard around his thick cock, mewing wantonly.

Being the gentleman he is, Jungkook pulled out as soon as he felt his orgasm snap. He splatters your back with his cum.

He spreads his thighs and tosses his hair back, panting hard. "I gotta get us cleaned up, it's like five in the morning," he gasps.

You grunt in protest. "Noooooo...m'tired."

Jungkook smiles. "Come on, Y/N...don't you wanna shower with me?"

Now he's talking.

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loverofpiggies · 3 years

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Hey guys- tumblr is a broken website and deleted this nice long thing I was writing you guys! Of course, of course.

But. I read everyone’s comments on my last post about discontinuing GV, and... I appreciate the support so very much ;0;

I’m always excessively hard on myself about this sort of thing, and it broke my heart too that I just. Can’t seem to get back into the story I loved so much. So, thank you for all your kind words. I read everything with tears in my eyes, I won’t lie.

And I AM doing much better then yesterday, a few of my friends were alarmed and contacted me, and. I didn’t mean to alarm anyone. ): I have a tendency to not realize how horrible I’m feeling for a long time, until I do some weird cryptic post, or message to someone, and just sorta crash. It’s not the best coping mechanism or anything, but I gotta be honest I got no clue how to curb it, since I never realize how bad I’m doing until I need a day to be real miserable and cry. So, oops! Sorry about that.

A related note, but. Part of what lead to that, is after I’ve moved back to New Mexico and have been working on my home, well. Some sad stuff under the cut, if you’re up for reading that.

My mom had a stroke a few weeks ago.

She’s doing better overall, but it was a massive shock to the whole family, especially right before Christmas, which is definitely her favorite holiday. It was heartbreaking to see her stuck in a hospital during that time, and just. See her struggling so much.

I only live 10 minutes away from her rehabilitation, while the rest of the family live almost 40, so I’ve been visiting her the most. I’ve been learning how to help her walk, sit, stand, ect, and I’m leaving in about a half an hour to do another learning session with her. I’ve been trying to be the fun, sunshiny one to help make her happy and laugh, and luckily it’s been working, and I’ve seen her spirits go up! But, it’s hard on me sometimes. Christmas was insanely hard and I ended up in tears, my whole family is struggling and it’s just. Been a real hard couple weeks. ): I am so happy I moved here before this happened though, that way I can be there for her.

And I know I’m not alone with the Covid situation, but 2020 was so hard, and so many hardships have happened since then, things that have completely upturned my whole life. I know I’m not alone in that, and I still have so many things to be grateful for, but. It hasn’t been easy. It’s a big part of why I just, can’t write a story right now. Besides, if I did, the writing would be terrible.

I am eternally grateful for the job I have, that I’m able to visit my mom as she needs, even if running a business solo is a LOT of work. But I’m able to shift things around and see her. I’ve also been delivering her food, since the food they give her isn’t.... well, all that great, and she’s barely hungry right now.

I will say, despite all that, I’m surrounded by incredible friends and family to help me during all of this. Despite feeling like crud, I’m really very happy for everyone and everything I have right now. So, thank you again. ;_;

And, I know I haven’t been active on here like at ALL, but the truth is I’ve been working on something, that mostly keeps all the visuals and everything hush hush. I also don’t want to post anything publicly about it, and then maybe be unable to finish it, so I’m mostly doing this project for me.

A while back I posted some visuals that indicated I was making a video game, and well. I still am! Everything has switched to pixel art, and I’ve reworked the game physics. I have the story set in stone, and I’m really genuinely excited to work on it. But unlike comics, you can’t just. Post a page up and do it slowly, you sorta got to complete the whole thing before putting it out.

I’ve learned how to program a ton of stuff, I just finished learning very basic save points and I’m working on the visuals for a menu, and I’m trying to get all the more frustrating things out of the way so I can focus on the story, and the level design.

This is SUPER SUPER early in development, but. I wanted to give you guys something as a thank you. The playable character’s name is Willow, and the other child is Nina!

So, thanks again for reading if you did, I appreciate it. I hope everyone is doing ok, and if you’re not doing ok, that’s ok too. Love you guys <3

#gvchat #video game #vent post #maybe?

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sturchling · 4 years

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Hey can you do a daminette fanfic where marinette transfers to gotham because of lila's lies and becomes the class favourite, then lila's class goes to gotham for a trip and, unlike the french class, this one can see through her lies and work together with damien to protect marinette and expose lila. Adrijon pairing and lila salt and alya salt please

Marinette felt nervous as she approached the gates of Gotham Academy. She had never thought she would leave Dupont, let alone Paris. Now, here she stands in a new country, at a new school, on the other side of the world from her home. She had never wanted to leave Paris, she truly did love the city. But Lila hadn’t left her a lot of options.

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Lila had stayed true to her word for once. She had systematically removed Marinette from her friends. Marinette had been so sure that her friends would see through any lies Lila told about her. But it didn’t take much from Lila to convince the class that Marinette was nothing more than a bully. It had been heartbreaking. Marinette had tried everything she could to convince the class that Lila was a liar and tried to prove her innocence but nothing worked. The only people that believed her were Adrien and Chloe.

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Adrien obviously knew that Lila was lying and stayed by Marinette’s side, despite the class’ pressure to leave the bluenette. Chloe believing her had surprised Marinette. But Chloe had known Lila was a liar since that incident with the Ladybug summoning dance. Of course, even without that, Chloe would have known. She may not like Marinette, but even she knew that it was utterly ridiculous to think of the girl as a bully. Marinette was the furthest thing from a bully.

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But as time went by, even their support wasn’t enough. The class got worse. They were harassing Marinette any chance that they had, and Adrien and Chloe couldn’t be with Marinette constantly, though they tried. It was eventually decided by Marinette’s family that a change of scenery would be good. They looked at several study abroad programs, eventually deciding on Gotham Academy. The school was excellent and even had a very well reputed arts program. It was perfect for Marinette. Luckily, Gina had a friend in Gotham named Alfred that she had met on her travels who, after speaking with his employer, agreed to host Marinette during her time in Gotham. Soon, Marinette was packed and on her way to Gotham.

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That is how Marinette found herself living at Wayne Manor, in Gotham, about to start a new life at a new school. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She would have been even more nervous, if not for Damian standing at her side. When she moved into the manor with Alfred, she was introduced to his employer, Bruce Wayne and his sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. They all immediately like Marinette, as a lot of people had a tendency to do. They quickly started acting like her older brothers, and made Marinette feel at home in Gotham.

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So, on her first day at Gotham Academy, she was being escorted in by all of the Wayne boys. She was in the same class as Damian, which made her feel slightly calmer. Damian had agreed to stay by her side, knowing how nervous she was to meet her new class. After everything that happened in Mrs. Bustier’s class, Marinette was worried that the same thing might happen here. That she might become the class outcast and be alone again.

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Needless to say, that obviously didn’t happen. When Marinette was escorted into the classroom by Damian Wayne, it definitely got the attention of her new class. Damian wouldn’t hang out with just anyone. They became curious about this new girl, and were instantly charmed by Marinette. The whole class became very fond of the designer and they were all fast friends. And they acted like friends. They didn’t always ask Marinette for impossible favors, and they helped Marinette as much as she helped them. Adrien and Chloe would often visit her as well, and when they couldn’t visit they made sure to video call with her everyday. Marinette was the happiest she had been in a long while, starting to forget the problems she had in Paris.

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But trouble had a way of finding Marinette. It was during one of their video calls, that Marinette found out that Mrs. Bustier’s class was participating in a program that had them visit classrooms around the world and learn how schools taught in different countries. And of course, the American school they would be visiting is Gotham Academy. And of course, it was Marinette’s class that they would be joining for the week. Just like that, all of Marinette’s worries came crashing back. What if Lila targeted her again? What if Bustier’s class started harassing her again? Or worse. What if Lila turned her new class against her?

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Damian had grown quite close with Marinette over the last several months. They had even begun dating, much to Gotham’s collective surprise. He had learned almost everything there was to know about Marinette and loved her quirky personality. So, when Marinette grew quiet and nervous like she had been when she first arrived in Gotham, Damian quickly noticed the change in her behavior. Marinette changed almost immediately after her latest video call with her friends. He tried talking to her, to try and fix whatever was wrong. But she would just say “I’m fine.” and walk away, trying to handle everything herself. She didn’t want to bother Damian with her drama. But Damian wasn’t going to give up, he was going to help his angel with whatever was bothering her.

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He also had contact information for Adrien and Chloe so he reached out to the two, trying to figure out what had changed during that video call. That is when he found out about the visiting Parisian class. He instantly knew what Marinette was worried about. She must be worried about the liar making people hate her again. As much as he wished that she wouldn’t worry about it and trust that her friends here would have her back, he couldn’t expect that after what happened in Paris. Of course she would still be worried about it. But Damian was going to make sure that not only did the liar not mess anything up here, he was also going to keep that horrible class as far from his angel as he could.

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He only had about a week to get things in place, but that was enough for Damian. He gathered the class together one morning, when Marinette was out of the classroom. He told them everything he knew about the Parisian class and what they had done to Marinette. Needless to say, Marinette’s new class despised the Parisians before they even arrived. They couldn’t believe everything they had done to Marinette, but they were determined to protect their friend for the whole week. And to try and destroy the liar that had hurt her. They had no idea what kind of lies to expect from this Lila girl, but they knew she must be a gifted liar to make anyone think that Marinette is a bully.

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Bustier’s class had arrived and Lila wasted no time trying to impress the Gotham class. She went on and on about her usual stories, while also adding in some new Gotham centric ones. Like how she had helped Batman several times, and how she is very close with the Waynes, practically dating Damian. But then immediately contradicted that by claiming that she was dating Adrien Agreste, completely ignoring when Adrien denied it in front of everyone. Mrs. Bustier’s class ate it all up, as usual. But the Gotham class just stood in shock. This girl was a terrible liar. How did this other class believe a word she said?

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But Marinette’s worries were partially realized fairly quickly. Once Mrs. Bustier’s class saw her sitting in the classroom, they started in on her. Lila tried to cry about how Marinette had bullied her and the rest of Mrs. Bustier’s class started yelling at Marinette. The young designer started to shrink into herself, until she noticed that none of her new classmates seemed to buy it. They were all glaring at Mrs. Bustier’s class and circling around Marinette to shield her from her old class.

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Mrs. Bustier’s class finally noticed that the Gotham class was shielding Marinette and glaring at them. Alya became infuriated that they were standing in the way of them defending Lila. “Why are you protecting her?! She is nothing more than a bully! She bullied Lila horribly when she was in Paris, you have no idea what she did!” Lila pulled out the fake tears and cried some sob story about all the horrible things Marinette had done to her, expecting that when she peaked out from her hands after, this new class would now turn against Marinette and be glaring at her. But when she did look, this class didn’t look impressed. They were still glaring at her, some even rolling their eyes.

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Lila, after seeing this, quickly turned back to her class, realizing that this Gotham class wouldn’t be easily swayed. “They don’t believe me! I’m just trying to warn them!” The Parisian class consoled their crying friend, while Alya stepped forward to defend her friend. “How could you keep protecting that monster?! She bullied my best friend and is a horrible person!” The Gotham class collectively rolled their eyes, before Damian stepped forward, having heard enough. “We are still protecting her because unlike you, we don’t turn on our friends on the word of a liar.” Lila wailed louder, trying to earn some sympathy, which just enraged Alya more. “How dare you! Lila isn’t a liar! Where is your proof that she is?!” Damian pulled out his iciest glare, making most of Mrs. Bustier’s class back away. “Where is your proof that she is telling the truth? Regardless, I know she is a liar. Marinette is the sweetest girl I have ever met, a literal angel. There is no way she would bully anyone. Besides that, I know that the liar’s stories about the Wayne family are completely made up.” Lila whips around, forgetting that she is supposed to be upset, angered that this boy had called out her best lies in front of this new class. “And how do you know that huh?! Not like you would know the Waynes. I will get my Damian down here and he will make you regret calling me a liar.”

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The Gotham class couldn’t hold it in anymore. They all started howling with laughter at the liar who didn’t realize what she just did. Even Marinette had started to smile. Lila shrieked, “What’s so funny?! Why are you all laughing?!” Damian stared coldly at Lila. “They are laughing cause you just said you are dating Damian Wayne and didn’t even recognize him standing in front of you. I am Damian Wayne, and I have never met you before.” Lila stood shocked, trying to think of anyway out of this. “W-well, I said we were practically dating. Besides, I am dating Adrien.” Adrien had had enough and pushed to the front to stand in front of Lila. “No you are not! I don’t like you. I have never liked you. Besides, I am dating someone else.” As if on que, which if you ask him he will deny that this was planned, Jon Kent burst through the door making a beeline for Adrien. “Sunshine! Finally came to see me again! Jon hugged Adrien tightly, while Mrs. Bustier’s class just stared in shock. They had really thought that Adrien and Lila were dating, but keeping it quiet so his dad didn’t find out. Or at least, that is what Lila had said. Slowly they began to realize that maybe just because Lila said so, doesn’t mean that it is true.

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The rest of the week was spent quietly. Lila kept trying to win over this new class, while also trying to win back favor with Mrs. Bustier’s class but that was a lost cause. Alya kept trying to defend her friend, refusing to acknowledge that she was a liar. The rest of Mrs. Bustier’s class did finally see the light though and apologized to Marinette. Marinette did forgive them, but they still weren’t going to be friends again. The damage to the relationships was too much. The week at Gotham had ended for Mrs. Bustier’s class and they left. Things returned to normal for Marinette. She was surrounded by Damian and her new friends, who truly cared for her. She was the happiest she had been in ages, and was finally able to rid herself of the fear that Lila would ruin everything again. She felt safe and happy, and nothing was going to change that.

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jeongvision · 4 years

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[ 11:41 AM ] ➞ [ 10:05 PM ]

pairing. husband! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), parent au, non idol au

warnings. get ready for soft hours after this bc it’s a dream to have dad! jaehyun

author’s note. happy valentine’s day! this and the previous timestamp is based on my conversations with my little sister! (also this isn’t proofread oopsies)

It’s Valentine’s Day, a day for lovers and friends alike to reunite in the name of love for a memorable night. Reservations at restaurants are booked to its maximum capacity to the point where the kitchen bell is ringing nonstop. Flower and candy shops are constantly restocking their inventories to tailor the perfect gift for their customers’ special someone. All in all, it was a chaotic day for everyone, but to see the look of fondness in their eyes when they subconsciously talk about their favorite person is what makes this holiday so wonderful.

As some may now, Valentine’s Day is also a special day for someone, and that certain person is none other than Jung Jaehyun for that date is also his birthday. Being the born-romantic person he is, he planned to spend his entire birthday with you and his daughter, Yeona, out to various places with love filled in the air. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he was called into work after a coworker succumb into a horrible illness, prompting the latter to fill in his missing work.

So here he is, stuck in his office with documents and files piled onto his desk, two hours into overtime. Luckily, he was able to have a valentines-themed breakfast in the morning with you two before receiving a phone call, but he would rather much be at home right now cuddling with his two angels talking about memories and fairytales.

Romantic, isn’t it?

Out of his entire floor, he is the only one present in his department. Some of his coworkers stayed behind for overtime to finish some last minute work, but they have all left to retire for the night. Due to that, the only lights illuminating the floor are emergency lights and his desk lamp, shadows encasing all corners of the room.

He looks up to the clock that hung high on the wall adjacent to his desk: 10:05pm. Taking his glasses off, he rubs his strained eyes together, fatigue slowly but surely overtaking his entire body. He crosses his arm on top of paperwork and rests his forehead against them.

‘Just a few more and you’re done, Jaehyun,’ he thought to himself. ‘Come on, Jaehyun. Do it for them. You have a family waiting for you back home.’ He pauses for a moment, having just realized his thought process.

He lets out a smile, “Home.. home is wherever you two are.” You and Yeona are his safe havens, the catalyst to his continued existence on earth. Without you two in his life, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Would he be happy and content with life as he is now? Or would he just live on not knowing what’s right from wrong, and what’s love and lust? Just you alone kept him grounded with his morals, knocking complete sense into his mind whenever he starts to stray off his lane. He is more than lucky to be married to someone extraordinary as you.

He sits upright in his seat before stretching his limbs a little, small cracks heard in the process. He picks up his pen and dives straight into his documents, determined to finish before the clock could strike into the next day.

However, just before he could flip the page, his phone rings. He glances over.

Y/n wants to video chat with you.

He raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re still awake?’ Sometimes on your days off, you would stay up late until he came home from work, wanting to spend some time with him before you two had responsibilities the next day. But with your hectic schedule on hand, you could barely keep your eyes awake in bed even if you wanted to. Work has been draining you just like Jaehyun’s, if not worse, so you try to salvage as much rests as possible to recharge your battery.

He picks up his phone and slides his thumb across the screen to answer. As the video pans out fully, he expected to see you with bright eyes in display, lips adoringly smiling at him just like you always did with him. Instead, he sees someone covering most of the screen, perhaps a little too close for comfort having seen the person’s nostrils and eyelashes.

He lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Yeona? Is that you?”

His daughter pulls the phone away from her face and puts on her biggest grin, her inherited dimples poking into her plump cheeks. “Hi daddy.”

He grins to her, “Hey baby, what are you doing up? You’re not sleepy yet? Where’s mommy at?”

She shook her head no. “Mommy is sleeping next to me,” she pans the camera to your sleeping figure, the plush blankets draped over body but your left arm encircled around your daughter’s torso.

He chuckles. Even when asleep, your body still somehow programs itself to monitor your 4-year-old.

The camera pans back to Yeona’s face, her cheeky smile never once fading away. “Can I talk to you for a little bit, daddy?”

He nods, “Of course, baby. What do you want to talk about?”

There’s movement on her end, small static sounds emanating from his speakers as she moves in her spot. She finally stays still, “I just want to say that I love you, daddy.”

His heart bursts with love. Ever since she learned how to form sentences, she was constantly reminding you and Jaehyun on how much she loves you two. And a lot of times, she would just say it out of the blue, whether you were all in the middle of an activity or close to falling asleep. Now that she is learning how to read and write, she is slowly learning how to write ‘love letters’ to you two, letters placed in a disarray that spells close to ‘I love you’. She would give it to you two as a gift, but other times she would sneakily leave it at various places in the house for you two to stumble upon by chance, impatiently waiting by the sidelines for both of your reactions from her sweet little messages.

He smiles a little bigger, “I love you too, baby.”

“Are you on the way home now?”

He looks back up on his clock again before his eyes rests back down to his documents. He had two choices: either stay for another hour and get all his work done without worry for tomorrow, or go home right now and spend time with Yeona; he could worry about work tomorrow.

It doesn’t take him a second to make his decision.

Grabbing his keys and jacket, he gets up from his seat before turning off his desk lamp, walking straight to the elevator.

“Yes, daddy is on his way home now.”

#jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jung jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x oc #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct fluff #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun timestamps #jaehyun smut #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines

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voidsbabe · 3 years

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After we graduated (1)

Pairing: Stiles x female reader

Characters: Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison

Summary: Y/N is pregnant with Stiles’s child and they are all graduating. Stiles doesn’t know about Y/N’s pregnancy but he accidentally meets Y/N at the store 7 years later and finds out that she has a baby but no ring on her finger

Word count: 1,3k

Warnings: Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language

Part 2

Masterlist

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Graduation...it felt different. After everything that has happened, it made you feel like you were losing something very important. Your friends. They were everything to you and you were scared as much as Stiles that college is going to break your bond with everyone. You always knew this day would come and here we are. Standing next to each other. Graduating.

“So I guess this is it. We graduated.” says Scott smiling from ear to ear. Everyone nod and look at each other. “I’m gonna miss you guys” you say with eyes full of tears.

“Hey Y/N so when are you going to tell-” starts Allison, but you cover her mouth quickly.

You look about at other students standing near you to make sure Stiles isn’t there.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” says confused Scott looking at you and others.

“I’m going to tell you something but you can’t tell Stiles. You have to promise me that, otherwise I’m gonna haunt you and kill you without any hesitation.” you say deadly serious.

Everyone nod “promise”. You take a deep breath “I’m pregnant and it’s Stiles’s.”

All you can see on everyone's faces is a pure shock. Scott immediately spits his water. “YOU WHAT?” he almost yells in shock but you cover his mouth. “Shut up you idiot! Stiles can be here any minute.” you hiss into his ear. Turns out you were pretty close because Stiles shows up 2 minutes later smiling “Hey hey hey! We can’t be blue about graduating! We still have a long summer ahead of us.”

Indeed, you still had all summer, but you didn’t know how quickly it would end and before you could have even blinked…everything was gone.

7 years later

Living in New York City was always kinda your dream. After graduation, when summer came to an end, you went to Medical School in NYC and that was pretty much the last time you have seen everyone. As you feared, the pack kind of has fallen apart. I mean you still stayed in touch with Allison and Lydia but it wasn’t the same as in High School. You all were grown ups now, you had families and jobs. You really didn’t know how Stiles was doing. You haven’t officially broken up but after summer everything just finished. You were avoiding him due to your pregnancy. The whole pack was trying to convince you to tell Stiles that you are pregnant with his child but you knew that he would leave his internship in the FBI program to be with you and you just couldn’t do that to him. He always has dreamed of that and you felt like telling him would ruin everything so you kinda ghosted him.

After all these years you still remembered his smile and every touch.“Y/N?” You hear your name standing in front of the shelves with pastas. You blink absently.

“Stiles?” You say with a huge shock on your face. You smile a little. He changed. He doesn’t look like a teenager anymore. He’s grown up.

“Omg I haven’t seen you since our last summer as teenagers” says Stiles and rushes to hug you. You hug him tight while closing your eyes and suddenly you feel like everything’s back and you are a teenager again. You smell his cologne and realize that it hasn't changed. He still feels like home.

“Mommy, I couldn’t find my favorite cereal” you hear and immediately everything is gone. You look at your daughter who’s standing next to Stiles right now. She is just like you and him. All mixed up in that beautiful baby girl.

“It’s ok sweetie. I will help you in a minute”

You look at Stiles who looks like he got hit by a baseball bat.

“You have a child?” He asks surprised. You just nod. He turns to Claudia and smiles politely.

“Hi beautiful girl, I’m Stiles. I’m-“

“My mom’s best friend. I know. I’m familiar with you.” Says your daughter. You snicker a little. Yup, that’s definitely your child.

“Oh so you know me.” Says Stiles “let me help you to find your favorite cereal, ok?” Claudia nods and grabs Stiles’s hand just to drag him to the next alley with cereal. Stiles gives you the look which says we have to talk because I need to know everything. You go right behind them. Stiles finds Claudia’s favorite cereal and puts it in your cart.

“What would you say to grab a coffee and some ice cream for this beautiful lady? We could hang out just like we always did. Come on Y/N, I would like to know how’s your life going” says Stiles looking at you with those puppy eyes which unfortunately melts your heart right away. “Fine. One coffee for the old times.” Stiles smiles and grabs your daughter’s hand to take her for ice cream. You pay for your shopping and join Stiles and Claudia.

“So how’s the FBI?” you ask with a curiosity and twinkle in your eyes.

“Pretty good. I’m here in NYC , because I’m investigating the murder of Gianna Cortez but I’m pretty sure you are familliar with that case due to your job and curiosity so let’s move on and focus on you. Just you know, I can’t tell you much...otherwise my boss would kill me.” Stiles looks at you and winks “So who’s the lucky guy?”

You bite your lips “Well, the father is absent so It’s just me and Claudia”.

“I’m sorry to hear that Y/N, but Claudia is a really nice little girl and she seems so smart. I’m really proud of you because being a doctor and taking care of your child on your own has to be really hard and somehow you still manage to do this. That’s impressive.” says Stiles and hugs you. Luckily, Claudia jumps on his lap and distracts him. She also wants to be included in that conversation. Just like her Dad. Exactly like Stiles. You can’t notice how fast time flies with Stiles. Just like the old times. You smile a little and take Claudia from Stiles’s lap. “We have to go Stiles. Claudia’s bed time is soon and my shift is about to start in like 2 hours.” Stiles nods and pays for everything. You take sleepy Claudia to your arms and Stiles carries your shoppings to your car. You check your phone just to make sure that everything is ok and you won’t be late for your shift but something distracts your attention. “Shit” you murmur.

Stiles looks at you worried and confused. “Um, normally I don’t do this but my babysitter has just texted me that she can’t come and I can’t switch shifts. Would it be a problem if you took care of Claudia today? Please.” you ask him kindly. Stiles just smiles and nods his head “That won’t be a problem. Not at all.” You thank him and drive safely to your house.

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“So I guess you know everything now. If anything would catch your attention just text me and I will try to get here as soon as possible.” You say and kiss Claudia’s forehead while talking to Stiles. “We will be fine. Don’t worry. I know how to take care of a child.” You nod and kiss Stiles on the cheek. Moments later, you leave them at home.

“So Claudia, where's your Daddy? Stiles asks curiously. Claudia looks at him with sadness in her eyes. “I don’t really know. Mommy told me that my dad was her first true love and that they knew each other from High School” says Claudia and shrugs.

“Wait so how old are you sweetie?” asks really confused Stiles.

“I’m six.”

Stiles’s jaw drops to the floor. This can’t be true. That can't be what I think...She cannot be my child, can she?

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Hey guys! Thank you for reading ❤️ Hope you like it!! Ofc working on part 2.

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beelspillowpet · 4 years

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Hiya!! bros + side characters react to a werewolf mc???

Heya!! I’m not that great with the side characters yet unfortunately, which is why I’ve been avoiding them up to this point. 😭😭😭 I’ll try my best regardless!

Lucifer

What the f*ck.

Like actually what the f*ck. A werewolf?? Now he isn’t one to judge- out loud at least- but he can’t help but feel that this is at least a little odd. I guess werewolves are technically a hybrid of human and wolf...

There goes his chances of having a relatively quiet and calm year of this exchange program. Luckily though, you get along with Cerberus swimmingly.

He doesn’t want to compare you to a dog too often- he thinks it might be offensive to your kind. So instead, he treats you more like a human. Unless you ask for otherwise- and why would you? He can’t deny that your reaction to scratching behind your ears doesn’t get a bit of a rise out of him. It’s adorable.

Mammon

DOGGIE?! DOGGIE!

He’s wanted a dog for AGES now. Everyone says he’s too immature to be dedicated and take care of one though. But he has you! You’re just good doggie!

You constantly have to remind him that you aren’t a dog- you’re a werewolf. “I hear ya’ I hear ya’. Now who wants walkies?! You do! Yeah ya’ do!”

He’s attached to you very quickly. He probably does get it through his thick skull at some point that it’s rude to just treat you like a literal dog sometimes- he should leave that to Luke, really. So he does tone it down a bit at some point. He’s your best friend for life now, though.

Leviathan

Wow. It’s like that anime he wanted a little bit ago. Living with you anyways. Except its real, and sometimes it’s like hell.

You are only allowed in his room when you’re not covered in fur. It’s the only way to keep his bathtub bed from being hairy, and all his figurines from being being the same.

Otherwise, hanging out with you is kinda fun. He asks you sometimes what it’s like to be this way. Sometimes he thinks about writing fanfictions based on that one anime (One Day Suddenly A Werewolf Appeared in My House and Is Staying Here With Me and My Brothers and Help Why Are They So Friendly!?) with a more realistic approach.

You two aren’t exactly best friends, but you’re close enough. He knows not to show you cat videos, but at least you have those cute dog videos.

Satan

His first thought was something like “Jacob, is that you?” Then he cringed, because Twilight was a dark chapter in his life, for him.

He’s not THAT fond of werewolves... but his mind wanders back to the excitement of Mammon nearly getting a dog that one time for the family. He tolerates you, at the very least, but at the most, you two get along quite well.

Everyone suspected Satan as the cat-lover, but SURPRISE! His affinity to cats is merely his attraction to their perceived nature. He enjoys your company, especially if you don’t mind his occasional gushing about cats anyways.

As long as you’re well behaved around other animals (you’re from the Human Realm, no? You should be on your best behavior here.) he would enjoy taking you with him on his random outings, especially to cate cafes.

Asmodeus

Oh he can’t fucking wait to do your hair up in little bows and things like that.

He becomes the family groomer- aside from Beel anyway. He loves doing your claws, filing and painting them all these pretty colors that compliment your coat.

Speaking of coats- he’s a little self conscious about the fur coats he has in his closet. If you’re sensitive to those sorts of things, he will be mindful in the future to not wear them around you to not offend. He’s a demon, but he’s not an insensitive jerk! He LOVES you, silly!

Probably doesn’t treat you at all like a dog. In part because you probably get enough of that from Mammon, the pea-brained fool. Doesn’t he know that your true beauty is underneath the fuzzy soft fur!? I mean, just look at those eyes! They’re almost as beautiful as his!

Beelzebub

DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG-

He is BARELY. BARELY. Containing his excitement. If you remember correctly; YES! Beel is a dog lover. An avid one. He isn’t too fond of Cerberus himself, but you’re just his size. Fun sized werewolf. In his attempts at befriending you, he does bring home raw meats and dog treats.

You remind him that you are a werewolf and not a dog- and he calms down a bit. He still gives you tummy rubs after you’ve eaten plenty of food with him. He enjoys the time you two spend together on jogs. He never says it out loud, but it’s like he’s taking his dog for a walk.

He likes spending time with you by default. Please be friends with him. Please like him. He likes you too. You’re his new best buddy, and he’s never letting you go. Prepare for him to lift you up, and squeeze you with his suffocating love, werewolf!

Belphegor

Ya’ll replaced him with a werewolf? Lit.

He’s got a brand new pillow, and it’s name is MC. You two take naps regularly now, you can’t escape his exhausted death grip. He notices that you wag your tail a lot, especially when you’re excited.

He picks that habit up when he sees you. His brothers tease him about it, but he just tells them that they never noticed before. Suuuuure. Over 5,000 years and they’re just now noticing that little habit? Unlikely.

Regardless, he appreciates your company, and that you get along famously with his brothers- especially Beel. Though admittedly, he’s a bit worried that you will accidently scratch him while you two sleep. Nightmares must suck for you, but it certainly sucks for him too if you decided to kick with those claws out.

Diavolo

Oh whose a good doggie? You are! Yes you are!!! Oh YES you are!! This is amazing!!!! The best day ever!!!! Who knew that when he planned this exchange program, a werewolf would end up here!?

He loves talking to you. What’s it like being a werewolf? Are you more human? More wolf? Do you shed? Do you-

Prepare to have the demon prince of hell pestering you and adoring you. You’re his new best friend, sorry Lucifer. Sorry Cerberus. Or rather, you, and he can go on strolls on Cerberus’s back! That would be lovely!

Barbatos

Please. Kill all the rats you find and make sure he doesn’t find them. He doesn’t care that you’re not a cat or anything. Just... do him this one favor.

Otherwise, he doesn’t mind your existence much. He finds the shenanigans you and the others get up to is quite funny, but is mindful and reserved on his teasing and manners around you.

He pampers you, and watches carefully for your interests. If you like certain things, he will be sure to list them down privately and bring them up when needed, the ever attentive and loyal butler he is.

Ok... so he might have a joke or two about you being a werewolf. They aren’t dog-themed, he promises. But would you like a treat? He’s specially baked one for you. It’s a nice cupcake. See? No dog jokes here! :)

Luke

Thank God everyone can stop making dog jokes about him now.

Wait, that was rude wasn’t it?! Forgive him! He loves animals! N-not that you’re an animal or anything, b-but...!

Graah! Forget it, okay?! He’s sorry. He’ll do better, and he’ll start by baking you some sweets. You know, Archangel Michael really likes sweets. He’s gotten pretty good at making them himself, so he’s sure you’ll like them as an apology!

He still gets teased about being a chihuahua, though. He is effectively, you’re puppy, as far as everyone else is concerned.

Solomon

Oh fuck. This is pretty cool.

He won’t stop making dog jokes. He can’t help himself, honestly. It’s too funny.

He appreciates that you don’t take his teasing too seriously, but he seems the least bit surprised that you are a werewolf.

If he comes at you with a fancy knife, he’s planning to make a sacrifice of you. Don’t hold back on this crazy sorcerer, please!

Simeon

Oh my. This wasn’t expected! This year should be most enjoyable!

Will actually not make dog jokes. Unless you find them funny. He has a few dogshit ones to offer~

Like the others, he seems to see you as the superior to Luke. He’s your puppy, treat him well! Of course he’s teasing, all in good faith. He more than likely has inspiration to write in a character like you now. He does have a good point of reference for werewolves now thankfully!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #om!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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It’s Always Been You ~ 143

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,600ish

Summary: Surprisingly, more secrets come out. A final plan is formed.

Notes: Please read the ending note. You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time. (gifs aren’t mine)

“She’s not the only one whose kept secrets, Steve,” Natasha said, once Y/N was clearly gone. “We all have.”

“This is different,” Steve argued, mad. “This has to do with half the universe turning into dust and the man who did it. She should have told us so that we could have—“

“Done what, Steve?!” Tony retorted. “Spent the past five years planning and waiting for something to happen?! That’s not a way to live! I know that because I’ve lived that! I’ve tried to do that!” Tony took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he backed away from everyone. “I may be the only one who feels this way, but I wouldn’t change the last five years. Yes, I miss people terribly and feel the guilt of what happened constantly. But I finally have the family I’ve always longed for. I have a daughter who is my whole world, and a wife who fights for what she loves.”

“Her telling us everything wouldn’t have changed when Scott came back or when I put the pieces together about time travel,” Tony continued. “Keeping that a secret didn’t change anything.”

“Tony’s right,” Clint spoke up. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Tony and Clint nodded at each other. Tony knew it had to be hard for Clint to admit that, especially since he had lost his whole family. Steve clenched his jaw, frustrated.

“Steve,” Natasha called calmly, “have you ever thought about how many times you get angry at Y/N for keeping things from you?”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything,” Steve said.

“You freak and turn around and blame everything on her. Maybe she doesn’t tell you things because she knows that you won’t react in the best way. And you doubt her, so much.”

“How is this now about me?”

“I’m sorry, isn’t everything?” Tony retorted. The two men glared at each other in silence for a moment, the tension getting thick. “I’m going to go check on my wife.”

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“Hey Pepper,” Y/N greeted, video calling her friend.

“Hey Y/N,” Pepper replied.

“Is Morgan up?”

“I’m sorry, I put her to bed already.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is something wrong though? You seem a little down.”

“I just… can you poke me in there for a second? I just need to see her.”

“Of course.” Pepper began heading to Morgan’s room. “She really misses you guys.”

“We miss her too.”

Pepper quietly opened Morgan’s door and reached her hand in so that Y/N could see the little girl on the phone. Morgan was sound asleep, clinging onto the Iron Man stuffy that Tony had bought her. Y/N’s eyes slowly filled with tears as she longed to hold her child.

“Thank you, Pep,” Y/N said softly.

“Of course,” the woman replied.

“Tell her we’ll call her tomorrow. And that we love her.”

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“This is all just getting more real. And I don’t want something to happen with Morgan knowing her parents love her.”

“Nothing’s going to happen. You and Tony are going to be fine.”

Y/N gave her friend a tight lipped smile, clearly not believable. “Thanks for taking care of her for us, Pep. Good night.”

Y/N sighed after hanging up, leaning back against the headboard. She closed her eyes and sucked in her lips. She had never missed her abilities more in the last five years, then at this very moment. She wished she could simply portal herself home, to hold her child. But Y/N couldn’t, and she knew she needed to stay at the compound and finish out the mission. No matter the cost.

“Are you okay?” Tony’s voice was quiet as he leaned in the doorway, worried eyes raking over his wife.

“I’m fine,” she answered, not bothering to open her eyes.

Tony sighed before he walked over and sat himself on the bed. He made sure he wasn’t touching her, not wanting to press. “I let Steve have it after you left. It wasn’t right for him to do that. Red even had my back.” Y/N didn’t respond. “Honey… I’m sorry.” He set a comforting hand on her leg. “I know that I’ve pushed you in the past for not saying anything. But I’m beginning to see the weight that the Stones have placed on you. I’m so sorry.”

“He will never understand,” Y/N breathed out quietly. “He hasn’t been able to since he came out of the ice… I lived 5 years with believing he was dead. I changed in that time and he has never been able to accept that… but doesn’t make it hurt any less. He’s still my twin…” Y/N finally opened her eyes and met Tony’s. She reached out and took his hand from her leg. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For standing with me.”

“I made vows to do so. I never intend on breaking them.”

She pulled him closer to her. She wrapped herself around him, earning a light chuckle.

“Can we stay like this the rest of the night?” She whispered.

“Of course,” Tony answered, kissing her hairline. “We can stay like this as long as you like.”

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In the morning, the couple ate breakfast in bed before venturing out to face the rest of the group. Everyone was seemingly trying to act normal, but Steve. Every time he glanced Y/N’s way, it was harsh. Cold and unforgiving. Tony kept himself at Y/N’s side as the group began going over the Tesseract.

“Our first major run in with the Tesseract, or Space Stone, was back in the 40’s,” Steve explained. He was standing in front of everyone, pictures, videos and information were playing on the screens behind him. “HYDRA’s then leader, Red Skull, was using it to create mass energy weapons. Y/N and I were on Red Skull’s plane when it took off to bomb major cities around the world.” Steve looked at Y/N. “Would you like to tell the rest of it?”

She pursed her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Sure.” She stood up and went to the front of the room. “As Steve said, we were in the ship. I was trying to get to the controls and the Tesseract, when it could knocked loose. It portaled Red Skull away. I…” Y/N paused with a sigh. She hadn’t recounted this story since she woke up. “I grabbed the cube as it fell, burning my hand. Dropping it, it burned a hole in the floor causing both myself and the cube to fall. I grabbed onto it as a fell…” Y/N looked down at her scarred hand, rubbing it nervously. “Howard Stark later found it in his search for Steve and I.”

“After that, it was in SHIELD’s hands,” Y/N continued. “And, from what Carol has added to the record, a scientist who was trying to save the Skrull species. From their Fury began tests on it and began making weapons of his own. That’s how the Battle of New York started… Being control by the Mind Stone himself, Loki came and took the Tesseract. He used it to open a giant portal, letting the Chitauri army through.”

More video footage began being played of that day behind her. The all watched, with those who were there remembering the day like it was yesterday.

“How long did you fight these guys?” Rocket asked.

“About, uh, two or three hours,” Natasha responded. She looked at Tony who nodded along in agreement.

“The Chitauri are the suckiest army in the galaxy. Why didn’t you just blow up the mothership?”

“We didn’t know that was a thing,” Steve said.

“You didn’t know that was a thing?” Rocket laughed. Tony stood up from his seat, shaver in hand. (He was shaving as he was listening.) He went up behind Rocket and shaved some of his hair on top of his head. “Everyone knows— Hey!”

“There we go,” Tony said. “All better.”

“Tony was the one to send the missile up through the portal, successfully destroying the mother ship,” Y/N explained. “I closed the portal.” She looked at Tony, who met her eyes. “Luckily, we all came out of it alive.”

“Not all of us,” Clint commented. “We lost a good one that day. Phil Coulson.”

“Yeah… about that… Fury actually brought him back to life.”

“What?!” Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Steve exclaimed. The four quickly noticed at Bruce and Tony weren’t phased.

“Did you two know about this?” Natasha asked.

“Yes,” Bruce answered, “but only because it was vital. We were helping Skye—“

“Daisy,” Tony and Y/N corrected together.

“—and Y/N with their new found powers. Phil was a big part in that.”

“Those missions… that base you would talk about… SHIELD suddenly resurfacing,” Steve mumbled, putting the pieces together. “You leaving to save your Team… You kept SHIELD and Coulson alive, right under our noses.”

“Again, I was only doing what was right,” Y/N defended herself. “We saved the world countless more times than anyone even realized, including the other heroes in this room…. Coulson’s team is the reason we found Loki’s scepter. And in Sokovia, the helicarrier Fury brought was from Coulson. He had found it and patched it back together.”

“Sif,” Thor whispered. “She was so very vague about the two times she was down here.”

“She was keeping the secret. If people knew that Coulson was alive, it would have changed the game.”

“How did he survive?” Natasha asked.

“It was called the TAHITI Program. Fury directed Coulson to head it. It was meant for a fall of an Avenger. To bring them back if anything were to happen in battle. After years of trials, it was disbanded. The side affects were awful… but then Coulson died. And Fury couldn’t accept that.”

“Who else knew?” Steve asked.

“Besides Fury, Tony, Bruce, Sif, and myself, Maria Hill, our SHIELD teams, and many government officials worldwide. Including President Ellis.”

Steve scoffed. “All the secrets,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“Where is Phil now?” Natasha asked. “Did he survive?”

“He died right before the Blip,” Y/N answered. “Complications from the TAHITI Program and other things that had happened… Please don’t be angry. I understand that it seems like I’ve kept some big things from everyone. But you have to try and understand it from my point of view.”

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say. Y/N stood in the front of the room, preparing for the attack on her. But it never came. Steve stormed out and the others from the original team followed, including Tony and Bruce. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to keep herself calm.

“I know that I’m new here and don’t know much,” Scott said, standing up to go to Y/N. “But I know that you have a good heart. And that you were only trying to protect everyone.”

She looked at him with a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Scott.”

~~~

“It’s just one thing after another with her!” Steve exclaimed. “Is everything a lie? It’s like I don’t even know who she is anymore!”

“Steve, I think we need to stay calm and look at this from her said,” Natasha said. “She has been trying to protect everyone, except herself. The whole time she was going from fight to fight without much of a break.”

“It’s true,” Tony agreed. “I personally witnessed the wear and tear it did to her.”

“When she got shot after SHIELD fell, was that because of Coulson?” Steve asked, marching up to Tony.

“It wasn’t because of Coulson. It was because someone on her team ended up being HYDRA.”

Steve ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know where the lies stop and the truth begins.”

“She never actually lied to you,” Natasha brought up. “She told you what she could and kept the rest to herself. To protect everyone.”

“She still should have told us about Coulson,” Clint spoke up. “He was important to all of us.”

“Coulson and Fury specifically instructed her that the team not know,” Tony explained. “She actually got in trouble for telling me and Bruce.”

“But again we had to know,” Bruce said. “Y/N and Skye—“

“Daisy.”

“—had suddenly gained powers. If anyone was going to be able to help them, it was going to be us.”

“I need some time to think,” Steve said, walking away.

“We really shouldn’t be focusing on this right now,” Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “We should be focusing on the Stones. What Y/N kept from us is not the priority.”

“As long as she tells us any other information that could be of use to us,” Natasha said.

“She will,” Tony promised.

“I can’t imagine she’s taking this well,” Clint mentioned.

“She’s not really showing very much, trying to keep it all in. But I don’t blame her. Steve’s been going after her since he got out of the ice.”

“It’s hurting both of them,” Natasha said. “It’s like they want it to be how is was before the ice. Yet, they both have changed.”

“I don’t think Steve’s willing to see it the most,” Bruce added. “It’s going to tear them apart when we need them to work together the most right now.”

“Together, they can be one of the best teams.”

Tony sighed. “Let’s finish getting the information on the Stones. Then we can worry about the rest of it.”

~~~

They all gathered back together to go over more about the Stones. They finished all the new on the Tesseract and Space Stone before moving to the Mind Stone. It was hard to talk about that one, since Vision was a big part of it.

“Where’s Vision now?” Scott asked.

“We brought him back to the Compound, but the Accords and his own will forced us to give his body to an organization called SWORD,” Natasha explained. “They were forced to dismantle him because of the Accords.”

“We were too late in getting him to Wakanda,” Bruce explained. “So there was no way to bring him back without the Stone.”

“Hopefully that the only permanent casualty we take from all this,” Tony commented, bringing Y/N closer to his side.

“That wasn’t the only life lost,” Nebula said. “My sister, Gamora, she died too.”

They took on the Soul Stone next. There was very little information on it besides what Y/N and Nebula knew.

“Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir,” Nebula explained.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked, taking notes.

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence. It’s where… Thanos murdered my sister.”

Everyone sat there awkwardly, and saddened. Not knowing what to say or do.

“Not it,” Scott said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Y/N,” Steve called, in this stern Captain voice. “Do you know anything about the Soul Stone that could possibly help us?”

“I know that it is a very power Stone in its own right. With it I was able to conjure the spiritual representation of those who are dead.”

“What?” A few gasped. Tony reached over and grabbed her hand.

“I saw…” She paused, swallowing her emotions down. “I saw my unborn son, AJ, my parents, and Phil Coulson.”

“Our parents?” Steve questioned. Y/N responded with a simple nod. “How could you not tell me?”

“At the time we weren’t talking, and it never came up later.”

“I can’t—“

“Guys,” Natasha stood up in the middle, placing herself between the siblings. “Stop fighting. We have something bigger we need to focus on, and if you can’t see that you both can leave.”

“I’m not the one with the problem,” Steve growled.

Holding the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she silently watched Steve. She was trying to put her thoughts together when Tony decided to speak up.

“Seriously, Rogers, cut the bullshit,” Tony said. “I get you’re probably hurt that she never told you anything. But that doesn’t give you the right to make her your personal emotional punching bag. Crap happened and she didn’t tell you, but she’s telling you now.”

“You know…” Y/N began slowly. “I miss the days when it was you, Bucky, and I against the world. Just like you do. The days you trusted me and didn’t doubt me, no matter what… you blame this all on me, Steve? Fine! But communication is a two way street. Just remember that. I’m not the only one that’s kept secrets. Like the one about Howard and Bucky.” That left Steve silent. “I’ll be in the other room, trying to put a plan together if anyone needs me.” She left.

“Go work out some energy, Steve,” Natasha suggested. “We’ll take it from here.”

~~~

Tony found Y/N laying on a table with FRIDAY talking to her about the Time Stone.

“Mute,” Tony ordered, coming into the room.

“If you’re here to talk about Steve, I’m not listening,” Y/N responded, looking at the ceiling.

“I figured. That’s why I came to join you and help.” Tony leaned over Y/N and gently kissed her.

“Uh, guys,” Bruce broke in before the couple could get heated. They turned to see Bruce and Nat standing in the doorway. “We just came to see if you needed any help. Everyone else needed a break.”

“Help would be great,” Y/N responded.

Tony crawled up onto the table, sitting by Y/N, while Y/N sat up. Bruce and Nat came in further and the four of them began going through everything they knew about the Time Stone and trying to form the most logical plan to collect the Stones. After of few hours of nothing coming together, Tony and Y/N were back laying on the table. Bruce was laying on the floor with Natasha leaned up against him.

“That Time Stone guy…” Natasha began again.

“Doctor Strange,” Bruce corrected.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?”

“Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit from a hat,” Tony answered, spinning his glasses in one hand while rubbing his eyes.

“Something neuro,” Y/N clarified.

“Nice place in the village, though,” Bruce added.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “Sullivan Street.”

“Hmmm… Bleecker.”

“Wait, he lived in New York?” Natasha wondered.

“No. He lived in Toronto,” Tony scoffed. “Were you even paying attention?”

“Guys, if you pick the right year, there are three Stones in New York.”

Bruce sat up in surprise saying, “Shut the front door.”

~~~

The team was quickly gathered and Y/N explained the best points for them to go.

“Okay, we will retrieve the Soul and Power Stones in space 2014; the Reality Stone on Asgard in 2013; and the Space, Mind, and Time Stones in New York City in 2012,” she told them, pulling the information up on the screens.

“Now all we need are to assign the teams,” Tony stated.

“I’ve sketched out a plan and would like to get everyone’s opinions.”

They all glanced Steve’s way, waiting for the Captain to say something. He simply glared, arms crossed over his chest.

“Shoot,” Clint encouraged, when Steve didn’t speak up.

“So, due to certain knowledge of events, I believe that we need to try and stick to our own timelines, even though it could be dangerous,” Y/N explained. “We know our own timelines best. Where to avoid, where the Stones would be found, all that jazz. With that in mind, I was thinking Thor would go to Asgard, Rocket and Nebula would go to space, and the rest of us would go to New York.”

“The teams need to be evened out,” Steve spoke up, not impressed.

“I was just getting to that. I was going to see if anyone was going to volunteer to retrieve any of the Stones. I believe we need at least two people on each mission. And remember, the space mission is actually two separate missions.”

“I’ll go with Thor,” Rocket offered. “I think I could probably help the best there.”

“Thank you Rocket.”

“I can go with Nebula,” Rhodey said. “I’m not familiar with any of the spots, so I might as well.” Y/N nodded in agreement, making a note of it.”

“I should stay in 2012,” Tony said. “Being back in the Tower, I might have to break into JARVIS.”

“Agreed,” Y/N.

“I’ll stay in 2012 as well,” Steve said. “I also think Scott could be a good asset with us as well.”

“Sounds great,” Scott nodded along.

“Bruce, I was thinking that you and I could go and speak to the Ancient One and get the Time Stone,” Y/N suggested. “I have a feeling it will take some convincing to take the Stone from her.”

“Okay,” Bruce agreed.

“That leaves Clint and Natasha. Since you guys are a good team, how do you feel about hitting up Vormir for the Soul Stone?”

The two looked at each other and nodded, before looking back at Y/N.

“We can do that,” Clint said.

“Awesome,” Y/N responded. “Now we just need specifics for each mission. Break off into teams and use the information to create a specific plan.”

Everyone split off and created plans for their team. Coming back together, each plan was explained.

“Alright,” Steve claimed the attention once the final plan was laid out, “we have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot. Take the night to get things together and rest, we’ll meet up and head out in the morning.”

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