#Please foreign office and Chuck

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While King Charles will likely take on the major realms which include Australia, New Zealand and Canada, it is thought that The Prince and Princess of Wales are instrumental to the monarch's plans with rumours that the couple are set for a tour of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh, as well as suggestions that they could head Down Under in Spring of this year.

[pintadorartist]

Bill HR 9495 still remains a threat to nonprofits and independent news

Bill H.R. 9495, aka the “Stop Terror-Financing and Tax Penalties on American Hostages Act,” was meant to protect US Hostages from tax penalties; the problem is that the bill received an add-on that would give the Treasury Secretary the power to strip any non-profit of their tax-exempt status based on the idea that the nonprofit is a “terrorist supporting” organization, all without due process or a justification.

And although another exemption was added to the bill that would "protect" Non-profits from this by exempting Non-Profits that have approval from the Office of Foreign Assets Control(OFAC). This would still target non-profit organizations since all it would take to attack them is to just rescind that prior approval

This would give the upcoming Trump administration the power to kill any non-profit org, from AO3 to the ACLU. Even local nonprofits and independent news sources could be stripped of their status and be unable to receive funding to stay open, all because they had different views than the government.

Unfortunately, the bill passed the House and is headed toward the Senate, but there hasn't been any update regarding the bill or a date to vote on it; it's probably best to find your Senator and call, email, or fax them to tell them to vote no if it comes to a vote.

Below are some tools and a list of Senate leaders you should call in addition to your senator:

Democrat Senate Leaders:

Chuck Schumer:

Phone: (202) 224-6542

Fax: (202) 228-3027

Dick Durbin:

Phone: 202-224-2152

Debbie Stabenow:

Phone:(202) 224-4822

Elizabeth Warren:

Phone: (202) 224-4543

Mark R. Warner:

Phone: 202-224-2023

Amy Klobuchar:

Phone: 202-224-3244

Fax: 202-228-2186

Bernie Sanders:

Phone: 202-224-5141 Fax: 202-228-0776

Catherine Cortez Masto:

Phone: (202) 224-3542

Joe Manchin:

Phone: 202-224-3954 Fax: 202-228-0002

Cory A. Booker:

Phone: (202) 224-3224

Fax: (202) 224-8378

Tammy Baldwin:

Phone: (202) 224-5653

Brian Schatz:

Phone: (202) 224-3934

Republican Senate Leaders:

Mitch McConnell:

Phone: (202) 224-2541 Fax: (202) 224-2499

John Thune:

Phone: (202) 224-2321

Fax: (202) 228-5429

John Barrasso:

Main: 202-224-6441 Fax: 202-224-1724

Joni Ernst:

PHONE: (319) 365-4504

FAX: (319) 365-4683

Shelley Capito:

Phone: 202-224-6472

Steve Daines:

p: (202) 224-2651 f: 202-228-1236

Find Your Senator:

Or you can call the Congressional switchboard today and ask to be connected with each of your Senators’ offices. Demand they vote against this bill: (202) 224-3121

If you don’t like talking to people, you can call after their offices close so you can leave a message

you can also Text RESIST to 50409 to send your message into a fax and email to your senator

Fax tool:

Here are some call scripts that you can use as fax and email as well:

If you have a Democrat Senator, you can use this script:

“I am calling Senator [THEIR LAST NAME] as a constituent to urge them to vote against the Stop Terror-Financing and Tax Penalties on American Hostages Act, when it comes to the Senate floor. This bill would give the Treasury the power to kill non-profit organizations without evidence, and will be used as a sledge hammer to destroy any organization that speaks out against the incoming President’s agenda. No matter who was in power, this bill would be authoritarian and ripe for abuse. Handing this power to a President known to be vindictive, and who has promised to be a “day one” dictator, would be a failure of congressional leadership. Please share my thoughts with the Senator, urging them to vote against this dangerous legislation. Thank you”

If you have a Republican Senator, you can use this script:

“As your constituent, I urge you to vote NO on H.R. 9495. This bill poses a dangerous threat to the fundamental freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment and must not pass the Senate. It grants any incoming administration unchecked authority to revoke the tax-exempt status of non-profit organizations without oversight or due process. Such government overreach is not what the Founding Fathers envisioned for our democracy. This bill undermines the principles of free speech and freedom of association, cornerstones of American liberty.

H.R. 9495 threatens to pave the way for political suppression, allowing the government to selectively target and shut down organizations based on ideological disagreements. This could affect any non-profit, including churches and conservative groups, as well as organizations that champion human rights and civil liberties. Regardless of political leanings, this bill sets a chilling precedent that no American patriot should support.

While situations relating to the hostages deserve careful attention, they can and should be addressed in a separate, narrowly tailored bill. H.R. 9495, however, is a broad, unconstitutional overreach that strikes at the heart of free speech and freedom. It is unpatriotic and incompatible with the values we hold dear as Americans.

I implore you to stand as a defender of liberty and uphold the rights of your constituents. Be a patriot, listen to the voice of the people, protect our God given right to free speech as Americans, and reject this dangerous legislation. Vote NO on H.R. 9495. Thank you, God Bless and God Bless America.”

Here’s that petition again:

[lepartidelamort]

I’m going to write another longer thing about how I’m open to Trump not having turned totally to the dark side, but only if he loses. I’ve got sort of like a head cold right now; probably going to take it easy and just post the news for a few days.

But there’s a lot to be said about what is going on here on the meta level, beyond the news bits. I’m not really sure that traditional Trump supporters (like myself) are, on the whole, drawing conclusions about these facts.

Trump always supported Israel, and maybe it doesn’t seem to have had a huge effect and people want him to come back as president to make offensive public statements against foreigners. But the US election is fake, and Trump knows that (because he won in 2020 and the government was just like “nah, bro”), so now Trump is almost directly saying “fake the election in my favor, dear Jews, and I’ll really go hard on your wars.”

Imagine, if you thought the election was going to be real: Jews are 2% of the US population, and 70% of them will always vote Democrat, and they all live in states Trump can’t win anyway. What is the point of even talking about them at all?

That said: this is sort of hilarious.

Reuters:

Republican U.S. presidential candidate Donald Trump drew outrage from the White House, Democrats and leaders of Jewish groups for saying Jewish Americans who vote for Democrats hate their religion and Israel. “Any Jewish person that votes for Democrats hates their religion, they hate everything about Israel and they should be ashamed of themselves,” said Trump, who hopes to unseat President Joe Biden, a Democrat, in the Nov. 5 U.S. election. “The Democrat Party hates Israel,” he said in the interview with his former adviser Sebastian Gorka posted on his website on Monday.

Sebastian Gorka. That’s the former leader of “Gorka’s Orcas,” a gay child molestation organization.

The Orcas were shut down after conservatives complained that he should only be rimming boys who are above the legal age of consent.

Groups including the Anti-Defamation League, the American Jewish Committee and the Jewish Democratic Council of America condemned Trump’s remarks for tying religion to how people might vote. Asked to comment on Trump’s remarks, the White House said in a statement on Tuesday: “There is no justification for spreading toxic, false stereotypes that threaten fellow citizens,” White House spokesperson Andrew Bates said in a statement.

What?

After Trump’s remarks were posted, U.S. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, a Democrat, wrote on social media platform X on Monday: “Trump is making highly partisan and hateful rants. I am working in a bipartisan way to ensure the US-Israeli relationship sustains for generations to come, buoyed by peace in the Middle East.” … Trump’s campaign stood by his remarks. “The Democrat Party has turned into a full-blown anti-Israel, anti-Semitic, pro-terrorist cabal,” Trump campaign spokesperson Karoline Leavitt said in a statement.

Female spokesman Leavitt, huh?

That’s a Jew name, by the way. Just so you understand, 100% of people with that name are Jewish or married to a Jew.

Trump’s entire electoral strategy (for a fake election) appears to have transformed into “please pick me, Jews! I love war for Israel!”

So this all becomes a Calypso from Twisted Metal type situation, where your one wish is to get Trump back into office and then when that happens you end up being sent to die in a war in Iran.

Or, I don’t know. Maybe you’ll just get your limbs blown off. I can’t confirm that you’ll die when Trump sends you to fight a war in Iran where there will be Russian and Chinese forces. Maybe you’ll only lose 1 or 2 limbs.

If I were you, I would not go fight a war for Israel. I would start figuring out an exit strategy now, in case there is conscription (which there probably would have to be in this situation). Either leave America, become obese, or establish a record that you are totally mentally deranged.

I don’t make predictions, but I will assert again: the most likely thing that is going to happen is that Trump is going to “win” the election. This global Jew war is much more important than immigrants or child trannies, and Trump didn’t stop immigrants or child trannies the first time he was president (so I don’t understand why anyone would think he would do that now).

If Biden is replaced with Gavin Newsom, that changes things, but the media has already turned on Biden, and the media is run by the same people who decide the elections (Jews). It’s also just obvious that Biden is nonviable, supporting Israel while saying he doesn’t (he has other problems as well).

Elvis Dunderhoff contributed to this article. 

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Business AU - Working Late, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

There’s one scene in there I had in mind ever since I started writing that small fic and HELL YEH I’m gonna draw something about it at some point because fsdfbbsfbsdhbfgsbgdfguidfg it just looks aesthetically pleasing in my head.

ENJOY.

(also reminder that I base Donnie’s place on this video. The only part I change is the “kids” area - which is horrendous imo :’D - and I make into a lab/small training area)

There was something different in the air when Vee got to work the next day. This feeling that wanted to explode out in the open, an incessant rush in her veins that made her heart beat faster whenever she’d spot the terrapin. Their tasks for the day didn’t give them much time to talk, but everytime they’d be exchanging words or documents, there was this longing sensation that slowed down time to a honey sweet pace. Fingers brushing against the other, light touches here and there. Professionalism remained king in the work place and they intended to keep it as such.

By the end of the day, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least wishing a good and proper evening to the mutant. She walked to his office, remaining at the doorframe as she watched him place various papers into a briefcase. Vee gently knocked, signaling her presence, to which Donnie responded by looking up to her and adorning the cutest smile.

“At least this time I didn’t scare you,” started the woman.

“As I said yesterday, I had a lot on my mind. At least today my thoughts are a little clearer, so I can’t be easily scared. Come in!” he added, gesturing for Vee to step inside.

“I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted to check up on you before leaving.”

The turtle placed some final documents in the case, snapping it closed afteward.

“I was actually about to leave as well. Want me to drive you back home?”

“Do you have something planned?” asked Vee, raising a brow with a small smile.

Donnie faked pondering, lightly drumming his fingers on his desk: “Hmm, I suspect I might be spending the evening with a pretty lady, if she agrees.”

“Lucky her, I’m sure she’ll say yes,” winked the woman.

Already on the move, Donnie offered a hand for Vee to hold, the duo then walking together in order to reach the indoor garage at some levels below.

“Is it okay, though? Did you have something to do after work?” asked the terrapin.

“I was planning on having a drink back home, but if I can share one with you, that’d be even better.”

“How about you have that drink at my place? I have a couple of bottles that might interest you.”

“You know that if I am to step foot into your place, I will be incredibly jealous, right? ... I’m sure you must be living in a luxurious place or something.”

“A little castle in the sky, but it sure is missing a beautiful presence inside of it.”

Vee blushed, definitely enjoying the compliments that were left here and there.

Once in the vehicle, the duo made their way to the streets, the conversation light and simply glad the week was finally over. Vee did notice that their path led them to streets that featured tall buildings in the Tribeca district. For a moment she felt out of place, definitely not the target audience for such a high-end environment, but her curiosity kept her on edge only to be able to get a view of Donnie’s place. They were first facing a tower with a blank stone facade, extending so high up in the sky. The entrance’s interior was as elegant and refined as the exterior, the place giving out this feeling of prestige from every corners. As they stepped inside an elevator, Vee’s eyes widened a little as she saw Donnie press the button for the 78th floor. Castle in the sky, indeed.

As they arrived at the desired level, they were soon facing the entry door, the turtle smirking to the woman as he held the doorknob and waited.

“Ready?”

“Open the damn thing already so I can cry a little inside,” answered Vee amusedly.

The door fully opened, she couldn’t retain her gasp as her eyes started to devour the interior of what was rightfully a penthouse.

The very first few rooms she saw around left her speechless, the single thought of ‘this is bigger than my whole damn apartment’ flooding her mind. She knew there would be more, her curiosity would lead her to visit every rooms anyway. She did notice french doors leading to an outdoor balcony, her instinct pushing her to get out and take in the view.

Stopping by the the rails, she could feel the refreshing gusts of wind go through her hair, accentuating the euphoria of being so high over the city.

“So, what do you think so far?”

She turned around to face Donnie, the terrapin leaning against the open doors’ frame, always this smile on his face - glad to see her reaction. Vee tried to play it cool, shrugging.

“Heh, I’ve seen better,” she joked.

“Ah damn, and I wanted to impress,” tsked the terrapin in a similar tone.

Vee couldn’t retain her smile any longer, happily trotting back inside.

“You still have your chances. Show me the rest!”

The lower level was also home to a small office and a formal living room, but the next area was what retained the woman’s attention the most.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty, Vee unable to resist the urge to feel the marbled island and counters, in awe of the space.

“Damn, I WISH I had such a kitchen. I'd be cooking all the time!”

“You fancy yourself as a chef?” questionned Donnie.

“I do like to experiment from times to times,” she winked back.

She clapsed her hands together, bringing another subject on a rather similar topic:

“SO! What should we eat? I could even prepare something if you want.”

The turtle waved that offer away.

“Nonsense, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing anything of that sort. … I uh-” He opened some cupboards, then the fridge and its freezer. “Wow, I have almost nothing! Except one frozen pizza for dire situations,” he added, waving a box out in the open with an unpleased expression.

Vee was instantly on board: “You know what? Fuck yeah. It's Friday night, we deserve that.”

“Now that's a line of thought I can get behind.”

As Donnie was starting to preheat the oven, Vee got closer, some questions raising in her mind:

“Although, I'm kinda susprised you don't have much variety, judging by the size of this place.”

“Not gonna lie, I need to go grocery shopping,” shrugged the mutant. “Also that tends to happen at certain times of the month. Mikey has us go through our stock, fresh and canned, in order to donate to food banks and soup kitchens.”

“That's amazing and kind!” Vee was pleasantly surprised.

“He does have this city at heart, and he loves to give back to the people,” continued Donnie. “We all love the idea. Since we can afford pretty much anything we want, it's only fair that we help those in needs. … Heck, this city has done a lot for us in the past and we had to rely on what others were throwing away for us to survive. Now it's time to pay back.”

“I find that to be very admirable,” commented the woman gently. “… Not a lot of people would do the same.”

“Indeed. It’s not because we’re mutants that it means we’re savages. We do have some heart under our shells,” he playfully added.

The oven ready, the food was placed to cook and the tour then continued. As Vee was heading to the staircase in order to reach the upper level, Donnie stopped her, pressing a button nearby and opening a encased door in the wall to reveal a small elevator.

“Show off!” laughed Vee

“What?! It can be helpful!” he quipped back with a smile.

The second floor offered two sections, one part leading to the bedroom, but the other leading to entertainement and other things. They first got to the media room, the place cozy for a nice and quiet evening.

But Vee’s eyes brought her to the glass doors that led to a juliet balcony, not wasting any time to open them and take another good look at the city.

She sighed dreamily, barely hearing the faint clinking of glasses and a bottle opening back inside.

“You like the view, don’t you?” started Donnie as he next got near, offering her a glass of red wine.

“It looks and feels like a dream. Didn’t know such a place could be found in this city.”

As she took it, the terrapin next sled his free hand and forearm gently around her waist, unable to resist the need to feel her closer... Vee did not mind, actually leaning back a little against him, gladly taking a sip of her drink before answering:

“You’d be surprised, there are bigger places laying around.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t look as tasteful as yours.”

“Nonsense. It only looks good right now ‘cause you’re in here. ... Any places you’re in looks a thousand times better than before.”

Vee’s blush was more apparent as she could feel the other gently nuzzle the top of her head, slowly making his way to a temple and leaving a soft kiss there.

“You’re one heck of a charmer, did you know that?” added the woman with a smirk.

“I only aim to please, I can’t help it.”

She turned to face him, raising a brow in amusement.

“And so what now? You brought me to your place only so you could woo and please me?”

“That does sound like a good plan.”

The feel of his hand next cupping her cheek brought a shiver across the woman’s body, leaning slightly to his touch. His scales did feel foreign compared to human skin, but there was a certain softness to it as well that only made her crave for more...

“Each days I wake up and wonder if meeting you was ever a dream...,” softly said the mutant.

“I wouldn’t mind making it feel a bit more real to you.”

That brought a quiet chuck out of Donnie, but also gave him enough courage to lean in and place a sweet, slow kiss on Vee’s lips. Each instances would bring their bodies closer, the duo mindlessly making their way back inside and only breaking their kiss to leave their wine glasses on a nearby coffee table. It was that magnetism, a certain je ne sais quoi that sparked that fire in them whenever they’d get that close. Last evening’s passion was still lingering and right now it felt as if there had been no break at all since then. As Vee was starting to unbutton the mutant’s shirt, both heard a beeping sound, stopping them dead in their tracks. Their eyes fell on Donnie’s right wrist - his watch.

“Shit, the food,” said the terrapin. “I, uh, I’ll be right back,” he added, trying to gain back his senses. “I’ll get it out and let it cool for a bit on the counter.”

“Sure, go,” replied Vee with a small smile, slightly flustered as she replaced her crooked glasses and moved some strands of hair away from her face.

She took back her wine as she watched him go. A part of her was telling her to slow down, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the need was there - on both sides. What harm could there be? It was just about having a little bit of fun... She proceeded back to the hallway, sipping as her gaze scanned the decor. She heard hurried steps in the staircase, soon Donnie’s shape coming into view. He tried to play it cool as he noticed the woman looking at him, vaguely gesturing in the kitchen’s direction downstair.

“It’s ready whenever you want.”

Vee took another sip, then adding: “We still haven’t finished the tour yet. Let’s do that first!”

“There’s not much left, but alright.”

“‘Not much left’, says the guy who lives in a two-story penthouse WITH an elevator,” pointed Vee, amused.

The mutant chuckled, inviting the woman to follow him as he left a hand at the small of her back. The next part had been completely renovated in order to have one room be a small lab, and the other one be a private gym and training area.

“What kind of trainings do you do?” inquired Vee, looking around at the equipment.

“Mostly nin-uhm, martial arts,” Donnie quickly corrected himself.

“’Nin-uhm-martial-arts’, sounds interesting,” laughed the woman. “Any specialty?”

“Bōjutsu,“ he replied, grabbing a pole from a rack nearby.

Vee whistled in appreciation, her eyes scanning the weapon.

“I’ve heard that can pack quite a punch, surprisingly.”

“It’s good to whack some butts, not gonna lie,” added Donnie, rolling the staff in one hand. Then in one swift movement he brought the woman closer, the pole resting at her back. “It can also be helpful for some maneuvers,” he ended with a smirk.

“Such a tease,” said Vee, playfully tapping at his exposed plastron. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration.”

“Another day, perhaps.”

He let her free, putting the staff back to its resting place

“Aight, come on, one room left!”

“What about that lab part?” asked Vee, following the terrapin next.

“There’s nothing much to see, frankly. It’s pretty messy as well.”

“Or maybe you’re just a mad scientist and you don’t want me to see your evil inventions?”

Donnie faked a surprised gasp: “Alas, you’ve uncovered my secret!”

Both were laughing as they made their way to the last room; the master bedroom.

It was quite simple and charming, but the main feature remained the large windows that gave that same phenomenal view of the city. Vee took some time to appreciate the decor, sipping the last drops of wine from her glass.

“... I can’t imagine waking up every day with such a view,” she mused, her gaze drifting back to the windows. “You must feel on top of the world.”

“Wait, I can make it even better,” said the other as he moved to the light switch.

As soon as he turned the lights off, the room’s atmosphere changed, suddenly illuminated by a sea of stars below them.

Envelopped in darkness, yet glistening in colorful lights, Vee felt at peace - a hidden watcher over this tumultuous city. She next felt her glass gently get taken away from her hold, the mutant leaving it on a small table nearby. It didn’t take long for him to get back close to her, his arms surrounding Vee’s form as he stood behind her. The woman easily slipped into that feel good moment, closing her eyes and exposing a faint smile on her lips. He felt so strong, yet tender - the promise of a good man that would never do her wrong...

“... I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured, his hands travelling along Vee’s arms in light touches.

Oh to hell with it. She decided to move out of Donnie’s hold, proceeding to remove her shirt. She turned around to face him, noticing his gaze studying her form and probably a bit surprised to suddenly see her in her bra. But she didn’t give a damn. That’s what she wanted.

“And I’m glad to be here,” she answered calmly.

She heard that deep churr rise again in the mutant’s chest, an expression of desire which would entice her so much in return... Vee couldn’t help bringing her hands to his exposed chest, feeling the faint vibration and appreciating the texture of his plastron. Her touch lowered, continuing her previous task of unbuttoning his shirt. The turtle helped a bit by detaching another button behind his neck and then at his lower back, allowing the clothing to be properly removed from around his shell’s attachment. Without a shirt, Vee could rightfully observe the terrapin’s muscles, her fingers lightly hovering his toned arms and appreciating every inches of what she saw. All it took was for their gazes to cross, her greens in his golds, to bring back that same need from earlier. Kiss me again and again, and never stop...

The feel of his lips was pure addiction at this point. A slow dance that lightened up all her senses. Soon enough he was sitting down on the bed, Vee inviting herself unto his lap only so she couldn’t break their kissing. To feel his three-fingered hands across her skin kept her in such an incessant need, feeling like she was drowning in-between her legs. The terrapin dared to unclasp and remove her bra, although the whole movement felt very natural. In return, the woman removed her glasses, as well as Donnie’s, taking a moment to admire his traits.

“... You have such beautiful eyes,” she cooed, next tenderly sliding his bandana away.

She couldn’t get over the feeling of his scales under her fingers, soon nuzzling his cheek and her lips trailing light kisses here and there.

“Fais-moi l’amour (make love to me),” she whispered.

Donnie answered with a stronger churr, his hands travelling lower on Vee’s body only to bring her closer into one delicious wave motion, her lower core meeting his hidden erection. The movements were repeated, getting a momentarily release for all that sudden need. It was when he started to hear quiet moans out of her that he decided ‘screw it‘ and proceeded to shift her position to have her lay on the bed, on her back. Bringing himself over her, he left some kisses on her lips before starting to trail along her features, his tone husky as he started:

“You smell nice...”

He went along her throat, his pace slow and delightful. His path led him lower and lower, from her breasts to her stomach.

“I’m sure you taste nice too,” he added.

Sitting on his knees, he brought Vee’s hips over his thighs, but he gave himself a pause, his palm caressing the front part of her jeans.

“You good? You still wanna go on with this?” asked the terrapin.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight.

“Absolutely, or else I wouldn’t be laying here, half naked. ... What about you?”

He smiled, already at the task of unbuttoning and unzipping Vee’s pants.

“I never want to stop.”

In one swift movement, he removed her panties as well, undressing her completely without issue. He took a moment to study her form softly illuminated by the lights outside. She was a work of art to his eyes and right now he felt like the luckiest man alive... He lovingly squeezed her hips and altered with languid caresses over the woman’s skin, only to next bring one of his hands closer to her core, his thumb starting in slow circles over her clit. He could feel the relief washing over Vee’s body, her waist lightly following his motion only so she could feel more. The greater her need, the more Donnie didn’t want to let go. He even got to slip one finger in her at some point, her moans an absolute delight as he took his time. After a moment, he dared get his finger out, his gaze plunged in Vee’s as he licked his digit with a low churr.

“... You do taste nice,” he commented lovingly. “Now I wonder how you’d feel around me.”

Vee was unable to speak, her heart beating so hard and throwing any reason out the window... As she saw Donnie about to unzip his pants, she got on the move and decided to take the matter in her own hands. They joined in a kiss as she got to the task, the mutant’s hands caressing her skin and sometimes getting lost in her hair, visibly as much in need as her for their imminent union. He was able to get out of his pants and underwear in a slight clumsy fashion, but he was quickly back on his knees, allowing Vee to observe him. Of a mixed pink and purple color, his penis did present some characteristics that were not human, such as a slightly flared tip. As it had been internal until now, the organ was coated in natural lubricant when out, most probably allowing for an easier penetration and accomodation to any partner. He was a bit longer than what Vee ever experienced with other partners, but right now her desire was surpassing any concerns. They didn’t need to speak, Vee bringing the mutant into another kiss, allowing herself to climb back into his lap only for their cores to meet and rub in a delicious manner. The world around them was a blur of shadows and lights, only their presence the most real and tangible aspect in the room. Their thoughts were a cloud of mixed emotions, but right now what mattered most was that they wanted this. They needed this. A demonstration of love they’ve been holding back for some time now... Donnie instinctively started to shift forward, getting Vee back on the mattress. He was careful enough to hold back some of his weight on her, having enough strength to sustain himself, even when the woman would cling to him. He felt her legs gently caress along his, finding the best position to hold close to his hips, his shell proving to be somewhat of a challenge. That slight shift in her position allowed for better friction, the turtle’s languid motions bringing delighted mewls out of Vee. At some points he could feel his tip trying to slip in, to which he thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to go all in. Vee’s gasp brought him to a pause, remaining inside of her only so she could adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, encouraging her with some kisses here and there on her features.

She nodded, her fingers lovingly going across his scales at his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he added.

He’d never excuse himself if he ever were to hurt her, anyway. His churr rumbled again as he slowly moved his hips in a circular motion, Vee sticking to him like glue. Her toes were curling due to pleasure, her body soon following Donnie’s pattern only to better meet his thrusts. Some slurred “fuck” and “oh oui” would leave her at times, sometimes interrupted by kisses that translated all the desire in her. At some point Donnie shifted their position so they would lay on their sides, still facing eachother. He helped one of Vee’s leg to stay up, his palm resting behind her thigh, allowing her to feel his muscles at work.

“You feel so good,” he complimented, back into an amorous motion.

The friction created by this new proximity was bringing Vee on edge. She was unable to answer anything, her breathing making her lose her words. It was the only encouragement the mutant needed, nuzzling her as he kept going. Everything felt so natural. As if all the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally been assembled. There was this sensation of completion between them, knowing that something in their bond would definitely shift - hopefully for the best.

“You like that, baby? I won’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around me...”

She moaned his name in return, her eyes remaining shut as she lost herself even more in the moment. Every touches and kisses heightened all sensations, bringing both of them to an edge they so very craved for. Feeling Vee’s body tensing up slightly, the terrapin knew she was close to an orgasm, lightly squeezing his hold on her and bringing her into a french kiss. His thrusts were a little more forceful, their bodies tingling in anticipation. It was when she gasped for air, her nails digging into his scales, that he knew she was high on a cloud. He could feel her walls deliciously clamp around him, the sensation bringing him to his own edge as well. His orgasm brought him to slow his pace to long and langorous pumps. Their moans intertwined, riding this wave together. Neither of them wanted to depart once the high died down, keeping close and slowly petting eachother. Vee did bring Donnie’s attention on her as she left small kisses along his jawline. His golden eyes seemed to shine in this surreal lighting, conveying many unspoken words. There was this feeling of peace he never experienced with anyone else before. An affirmation that this was where he belonged, in her arms, as well as she belonged in his. They were still connected and it felt so right...

“Well, now that really opened my appetite,” finally said Vee with a small smile.

He smiled in return, leaving a kiss on her forehead. His appetite was growing as well, and for many things too...

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Only wearing their underwears and glasses, both were now cuddled up in blankets on the couch in the media room, the television on to a random channel as they were eating their pizza (which they had to reheat, to their amusement). As they finished their meal, Vee did not mind cuddling closer to the turtle, simply enjoying eachother’s presence. Her attention did drift from the television at some point, observing Donnie’s traits instead. She was used to seeing him with his purple bandana, but even with a bare face and only his glasses he still had a lot of charms. He had a kind face and the cutest snout, the mere sight of him a wonder when compared to humankind. The terrapin did notice her focus on him at some point, smirking.

“Yes? Can I help you, madame?”

“I have a question.”

“Outrageous,” he added playfully. “... Do tell.”

She shifted her position a bit, bringing an arm against his chest, softly petting the scales at his collarbone and base of his neck.

“Why do you and your brothers wear those bandanas? ... If it’s too personal, you don’t need to answer.”

His smile was renewed and sweet, his arm around her bringing his hand to pet her shoulder and skin in return.

“I don’t mind answering at all, although I’ll skip some details.... But long story short, it was a gift given to us by our father, years ago. It has a great significance for us and it’s still a great proof of all we had to learn and overcome in order to be who we are today.”

“Something symbolic then, that’s nice,” added Vee. “As long as it brings something positive in your life, that sure can be as nice as anything. .... Also, not gonna lie, purple looks good on you.”

“It’s my favorite and it’s the best color, that’s why! What’s your favorite color?”

Vee was amused by this simple question, but that brought her to move once more. She was now straddling the terrapin, her eyes scanning him as she answered:

“It’s green.”.

“Oh,” added the other in amusement. “So I guess I must be quite the jackpot for you?”

"You're everything I want..."

There was no ounce of hesitation as she leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Donnie easily gave in, his hands resting at the small of the woman’s back This time there was no shyness in-between them, only comfort and peace. Soon enough the television was nothing but background noise as they kept going for a second round that night...

((Part 9))

[ciggylungz]

Rivals. c2

Rivals: chapter 2

3.2k words

Summary: Y/n and Harry are both CEO’s of their parent’s companies since they inherited the businesses from them, they’ve been rivals since they were kids- now that they’re professional adults how will their rivalry affect them?

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When Friday rolled around Y/n was excited, she’d had a grueling week and been working 18 hours a day for the past 6 days so she was more than thrilled to have a break. Friday’s were usually pretty tame in the office, but just her luck that day a new product design was dumped on her desk and she was tasked with going through the mountains of papers filled with advertisement ideas, promotion pictures and commercial ideas for the new line of clothes and perfumes coming out for the winter season since they were a few weeks away from December. Due to the time crunch she couldn’t really afford to push it off, so she sat at her desk and reviewed everything well past her normal hours.

It was around 7 in the evening when she pulled out the bottle of tequila she kept in her desk for late nights like this, grabbing some ice from the office kitchen and a tonic water from her own mini fridge stashed in the closet in her office. She kept the lighting low, her eyes already feeling the strain of the fluorescent bulbs and fine print papers after hours of reading and she’d like to save the headache for the next morning if possible.

She was a tad bit startled when a knock sounded at her office door, she glanced to the clock seeing it was nearing 10 at night and she knew her assistant left at 8 so she was a surprised by the interruption. Of course, he had to be the one knocking. Even through her mild intoxication she could tell that curly mop of hair as him, his face joining his locks a second later as he waltzes into her office. His lips were tugged in a small smile, hands holding a binder with a plastic bag cradled in his left one.

“Ah! Getting a bit wild in the office tonight? Tequila, you naughty girl!” he gave her a fake disapproving look companied with a stern finger pointing between her and the now half empty bottle. Y/n was always a bit looser after a drink, so she didn’t have her usual bitter comeback loaded she instead felt a strange shot of happiness? Relief? Fondness? She couldn’t put her finger on it. It was too foreign of a feeling to be associated with the man. The woman didn’t understand why she didn’t feel the sense of loathing tugging at her when he spoke, instead she let out a small laugh before flipping him off.

Harry was surprised yet pleased at her reaction. He always loved tipsy y/n, the booze seemed to soften her overly serious nature and make her a bit sweeter. They had some of their best moments together after they had a good buzz going, they’d even had a few instances of cuddling during their alcohol induced haze. He remembers those times fondly; he thinks back on them at times when they’re arguing or in the middle of a grudge holding session. Harry knew she’d never admit it, but deep down behind all her walls she really was a loving, sweet girl. She always had been yet her pride and fear of vulnerability would never let her admit it.

“Hello Harry, any reason you’ve broken into my place of work?” she tipped the glass back to her lips, taking another sip of her cocktail as she waited for his response. She watched him set his things down, shrugging his suit jacket off before rolling his sleeves to his elbows. “Saw you through the window, was workin’ late myself. Thought misery needed a bit of company, and knowing you I knew you’d probably need a designated driver for the night miss tequila.” He lifted his eyebrows in a slight teasing manner, a smile growing on her lips as she giggled quietly, raising her hands in surrender. “bad habits die hard, huh?” she retorted, the smile didn’t drop from her features and Harry loved it. She always had such a beautiful smile. Her plushy lips molded into the shape, her braces did their job giving her a perfect even smile. She had a genuine smile on, he could tell by the way it met her eyes that seemed to brighten when she was in a good mood. She was beautiful. He truly didn’t understand why she had always been so self-conscious. he hated when she’d talk negatively about her looks, weight, body etc. He’d always found her to be a very beautiful woman, and her strong personality amplified that even further.

“That they do miss Y/l/n, they do indeed.” He agreed with a nod, reaching his hand into the previously noted bag pulling out some bread, followed by small slices of cheese and finally a container of grapes. They both shared a love for the particular grouping of food, often having it for snack as kids or packing it when they went on little trips with their friends. It was their thing in a sense. He might amp it up a bit to feel a special bond with her in some way, even if it’s just over a love of the same foods.

“Brought some goodies, might share with you if you’re nice to m’.” Harry made himself comfortable on the couch, toeing off his shoes to leave him in his red dress socks. He liked to have accent colors when he dressed for work, often opting for pocket squares, socks or collar pins to tie together his outfits. He had decided early on just because he was in a work environment didn’t mean he had to dress boring, he worked in fashion for Christ sake so he enjoyed a bit of complimentary accessories. Tastefulness is key though, and he knew how to pick them right.

Y/n polished off her drink, reaching to pour herself another mixing it with a coffee straw she snagged from the kitchen during her original venture out. the woman shrugged slightly, taking a sip with a little smack of her lips at the strongness. She went a bit heavy on the tequila this time around.

“Eh, I’m on a diet anyway.” Her response amused Harry, chuckling lightly before popping a grape into his mouth. He always appreciated someone with a quick wit, and Y/n checked that box for him. He was starting to realize she checked most of his boxes regarding things he found attractive…and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

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It was nearing midnight when Y/n started to show signs she was fully drunk. Her head bobbed slightly, body lightly swaying and Harry saw her eyes flutter every so often. He could read her like a book, he knew she was stressed, tired and wasted just from a single glance. The man found it quite cute, she looked so soft and cute when she was in this state. She radiated that type of energy that made you want to hug her; she wasn’t as guarded and flighty. She looked utterly trashed but relaxed and he didn’t mind the drunkenness if it meant she wasn’t as worked up as usual. She worked hard; the woman deserved to let loose once in a while.

“Hey, think it’s time to head out hmm?” Harry slowly sat up as he spoke, stretching with a few quiet pops of his joints. Y/n lifted her head slightly, giving him doe eyes and a pouty lip. “but I have work to do…” a hiccup sounded after she spoke, making her body jolt slightly. “It’ll be there on Monday, it’s late and you’re wasted love. C’mon time to go, hey don’t get all misty eyed on me it’s okay. Swear it’s alright, everything will get done.”

Harry frowned mid-way through his sentence seeing her eyes gloss with tears. She could be quite an emotional drunk, she bottled up her feelings 24/7 so in any sort of weakened state she began to crack. Harry had seen it only twice in the thirteen years of knowing her. The first time they were 15, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend at the time who was a total douche and he’d spent the six months the pair were together practically bullying the girl and mainly spending the time they had together fucking her. she had gotten absurdly drunk and walked to Harry’s home, sobbing and shaking only to spend the rest of the night cuddled into his chest. it was a toxic relationship and Harry always hated that guy; he gave the boy a few swift kicks to the ribs a few days after the incident. The second was during spring break, the pair were freshly 20 and someone had groped her at the club. Y/n had a panic attack on the bathroom floor and Harry sat with her the whole time, even though the filthy floor was sticky with booze and god knows what else he didn’t even think of leaving her behind.

Y/n took in a deep breath nodding her head slightly, letting Harry put the bottle back in it’s hiding spot and organize her papers before getting himself situated and heading to the car. With some episodes of tripping over her own feet and dizziness he’d managed to get her into the passenger seat, buckling her and joining her in the vehicle.

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 “Y/n no, you can’t smash the window! Where are your house keys? Put the rock down”

Bargaining with someone who’s intoxicated was never easy, but he was worried about the woman chucking a random stone through her first-floor window instead of just unlocking the door. Drunk minds aren’t the soundest he supposed seeing as he was prying a rouge rock from y/ns hand.

Eventually the keys were located and used to forge entry into her modest town house. Unlike her parent’s y/n wasn’t into flashy mansions and cars. She didn’t see a purpose for such a large home when she was the only resident, plus it creeped her out knowing there would be more room for potential squatters if she had opted for an 8-bedroom 6-bath mansion like her parents had for the 3 of them. She was never someone who fancied showing off expensive thing, she found it tacky and risky because you’re flashing to people that you have expensive things to steal. So, when she purchased a home, she opted for a modest 2-bedroom town house and she really did love it.

Harry was greeted with a subtle scent of cedar and nutmeg, reminding him y/n always opted for fall themed candles and home fragrances. She felt it made places feel cozier and warmer. contrary to her guarded and sometimes cold personality, she always wanted her home to feel welcoming.

Her décor was nice, a large leather couch with some dark red throw pillows along with a fuzzy blanket folded and draped over the back of the furniture. Some arm chairs also filled the Livingroom, art hung evenly on the wall and a tv mounted right in the center of the adjacent wall. A nice area rug and coffee table really finished off the center room, it was an inviting set up and Harry had to resist the urge to sit on the large couch that seemed to be calling to him as he started walking her up the steps.

The bedframe groaned as she flopped herself down on her mattress, a content sigh leaving her lips as the woman kicked off her shoes. “mmmm love my bed, missed it.” The woman placed an affectionate pet to her pillow, Harry laughing slightly at her antics whilst searching her dresser for clothes to change her into. Pinching a pair of sleep shorts and a tshirt before tossing it on the bed making his way into her bathroom so she could change in private.

Once the girl was situated, he reappeared, picking up her dirty clothes and putting them in her hamper for her. everything was going well, they weren’t fighting and she seemed to really be enjoying his presence but because Harrys an idiot he had to ruin it.

“maybe if you weren’t such a raging bitch, I wouldn’t have to come take you home and you’d have a boyfriend who could huh?”

He intended it to be their playful teasing, how they usually pick on each other and make rude comments but it came across harsher than intended. He sounded utterly mean and spiteful, and after Y/n had spent the evening warming up to him and even enjoying his company that felt like a smack in the face. Just when she thought maybe he’d changed or wasn’t so bad he had to make a comment, picking a topic she was already very sensitive about because all her previous relationships were very abusive and put her in the position she was in now of being so guarded and cold she was left to a life of loneliness.

There was a beat of silence, Harry registering his tone and how he’d just switched the atmosphere entirely. There was no sense of playfulness anymore, just hurt and anger. He regretted ever opening his mouth, seeing the woman look away from him with veins visible on her neck from the restraint she was using to hold back her tears. She cursed herself for drinking, it always made her more sensitive and she felt like a fool for not seeing Harry was just waiting for her to become vulnerable so he could strike back even when truly it wasn’t his intention, his actions left her with only that theory to believe.

Y/n cleared her throat and shot him the best glare she could while her eyes burned with tears begging to escape. “You can see yourself out Harry.” The dismissal was curt and quiet, there was no option for bargaining or pleading because she didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say. Harry knew when to pick his battles with her so he knew it was best he left, sighing slightly before leaving the bedroom making sure he locks her front door for her on his way out. he’s never wanted to beat his own ass so bad in his life.

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 As much as Y/n tried to hide it under her cold, blunt exterior- she was extremely insecure and broken inside. She never learned how to express her emotions or hurt. Y/n never had parents there to guide her nor comfort her in her times of need. She’d never had anyone who cared about her to look out for her besides neglectful nannies who left her to her own devices most of her childhood. She was emotionally stunted, and it had made her vulnerable to shitty people her whole life. It led to her having a 17-year-old boyfriend when she was 13 that pressured her into losing her virginity and emotionally abused her the entirety of their year long illegal relationship. It put her in the position of having a revolving door of toxic abusive relationships with cruel boys who treated her poorly, her father was never around so she never had an example of a good man so she resorted to getting attention and validation in whatever form she could even when it was harmful and a façade to use her body and status. The woman was never taught how to handle her emotions and it led to her clawing for control in any way she could, any sort of distraction and turned her to dark, destructive behaviors in her teen years that still haunt her in the form of physical and mental scars now that she’s in her adult years. She’d practically had to raise herself, and now that she’s grown, she’s running the company that stole her parents from her. she can’t tell who she hates more, her parents or herself.

Harrys word seemed to pop the stitches on an internal wound she thought was close to healing. While he was joking, she couldn’t tell. It was said with such a bitter malice it made her skin crawl. Sure, they’ve been mean to each other for 13 years but in her vulnerable state and the knowledge he had of her past his words seemed deliberate and cruel for the sole purpose of hurting her. not a stupid joke like he’d intended.

She couldn’t get it out of her head, she spent the remainder of the weekend nursing her hangover and a wounded soul. Her mind was screaming self-hating words, cruel statements towards herself and pushing her to look for comfort in another person again even when she knew she was vulnerable to falling back into the arms of yet another man who wasn’t good for her but she couldn’t bring herself to care enough about herself to make the best choices for her. she felt like she had something to prove to Harry, herself and the universe that she wasn’t so horrible that no one could stand to be around her even if the person she chose only stuck around to leech off her. it was a stupid mindset, one that’s left her torn to shreds numerus times since her early teenage years but the spiral Harrys verbal bite sent her into had her internally turning back into 14-year-old y/n who just wanted to feel like she mattered. She was setting herself up for pain again, she knew it. But like she stated before, old habits die hard.

and y/n decided she must be a glutton for punishment when her fingers started typing in the familiar number of her ex.

[soaimagines]

small worlds

an EZ Reyes Fanfiction

Chapter One

Pairing: Eventual Ez Reyes x Ilana Ortiz (OC)

Summary: When Ilana Ortiz left Charming she never thought she would be wrapped up in the life of another motorcycle club. But when she runs into an old friend she finds she’s already in deeper than she thought.

OR  Juice’s little sister falls for a Mayan

Word Count: 2238

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of grief, trash writing? 18+ as always, soa spoilers? i guess. 

Authors Note: I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’ve finally written it. Thank you as always to my sweet friend @juniperjane for being my beta and reading through the dozens of drafts i sent u. u da bomb  

Disclaimer: i do not speak espanol, and try to use it sparingly and respectfully. if i have failed to do so please let me know, i mean no offense.

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There was always something slightly ominous about a gas station at midnight. A place that was usually hustling with travellers stocking up, refueling their tanks and heading off in search of their own adventures. But as the light of the day was replaced with the unrelenting darkness of night, Ilana Ortiz found herself alone, as she often did. She raised her hand, stifling a yawn as her gaze flickered to the petrol pump, eyeing the numbers as they rose. The hum of the pump pouring petrol into the tank of her car sputtered to a stop and she lifted the nozzle, shaking off the remains before returning it to the hook.

In the distance she heard them. Steadily growing louder as they approached. She knew the sound all too well, once the soundtrack of days spent in happiness all those years ago. The thunderous drone approached and she closed her eyes, basking in the memories that flooded her. Crashing into her mind like waves, dragging her out into the deep. Her fingers grasped the locket hanging around her neck and she took a deep breath as she opened her eyes. The breeze shifted, blowing a strand of dark hair across her face and she watched as they approached.

Half a dozen motorcycles, most of them low riders, spread out in a staggered formation as they thundered down the highway, with only the open road laid bare before them. One by one they sped past her, and Lana couldn’t help but think of them as ghosts from her past, the faces that would be forever etched into her memory haunting those of the strangers that rode before her now. The darkness of night hindered her ability to make out the patches on the riders backs, but they were there, their presence ever looming.

There was once a time where the presence of a motorcycle club had been a welcoming sight, surrounding her with a feeling of warmth and belonging, rather than the emotional sorrow that she felt deep in her soul. But those times were just memories now, chapters in a dark and lonely book that she didn’t have the strength to read again and so she closed it tight and left it to gather dust.

It took a few months for Ilana to settle into Santo Padre. Slowly, the shelves in her small apartment were filled with various ornaments that she gathered from local market stalls and thrift stores. While it was far from the apartment of Lana's dreams, it was affordable and in a reasonably good neighbourhood, and for now, at least, it was home.

She didn't have a lot of personal possessions, had never been one for materialistic items. There were only two things that she took with her wherever she went. The first, was the locket around her neck. Inside lived a black and white photo of her late mother, wearing a smile that had been passed on to her children. The second was a photograph, its edges frayed and worn. In it stood two siblings, matching smiles on their youthful faces as they stood beside each other, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Juan Carlos and Ilana Rose Ortiz.

For as long as she could remember it had been the two of them. After their mother passed away they only really had each other and when Juan had decided to leave Queens and move to California, Ilana had been right by his side.

There was something about the small town of Charming, and the people that lived there that beckoned to the Ortiz siblings. And it was there that they made a home. Ilana found a job doing admin work at the local hospital, whilst Juice worked at the local garage.

After a few months he had told her he was prospecting for the Sons Of Anarchy, and she hadn’t exactly been thrilled. It was a dangerous lifestyle, and she couldn’t lose the only person she had left in this world. Juan had tried to put her mind at ease. He told her they would be safe, that they would look out for him and he would look out for them. He told her they would be happy here. And they were, for a while.

Slowly this band of misfits and outlaws truly did become family, a concept that had once felt so foreign. They finally belonged somewhere, and they were finally happy. But nothing lasts forever.

She couldn't quite pinpoint the moment things went wrong. But something changed when the Sons of Anarchy did their fourteen month stint in Stockton State Penitentiary. Things were changing, and none of them could have predicted just how dark things would turn.

Soon, the club that had once seemed so solid, so welcoming, turned into something dark and bitter and it fell apart at the seams. The binds that tied them were thick with betrayal and mistrust and she could only watch as one by one they fell like dominoes.

Whilst Ilana had spent years in Charming, she never pretended to know all the ins and outs of the club's business. Nor did she want to know. She knew there were rules, and ways in which certain things had to be handled. But above all else, she knew her brother. And she knew he didn't deserve what happened to him.

After the loss of her brother, Ilana spent a long time in that first stage of grief. In denial that this world could be so horribly cruel. Everything she had ever known had been ripped from her and she didn't know what she was supposed to do next; The town was too small for all the ghosts that lived in it and everywhere she looked, she saw death and pain. Memories of once joyful times turned to rot. And so she left.

She spent the next few years travelling, never staying in one place too long. To some people it may have looked like she was running away from her pain and those people weren't wrong. But Ilana liked to think of herself as an explorer, living out the adventures she had read about in the books of her childhood.

Eventually she grew weary of living out of her suitcase, and she found herself homesick, yearning for a home that no longer existed. She found solace in the sunshine state, and when a job opportunity presented itself in Southern California she took it. She found herself an apartment, albeit a rather shitty one, but it was somewhere to live nonetheless and Ilana found comfort in having a consistent income and a familiar place to lay her head.

Ilana smiled at the market stall vendors as she passed them by, gazing over the varieties of fresh produce they displayed so vibrantly. She purchased a selection of vegetables and fruit, slowly filling the woven basket in her hands. A display of fresh mangoes caught her gaze and she looked them over, picking out the ones she would buy.

“Miss Ilana?”

At the mention of her name, she turned.

“Chucky?”

Chuck Marstein wasn’t a face that was easily forgotten. Although, it was probably more to do with his distinct lack of fingers and his mechanical hands than his actual face, which was often apprehensive.

Four years had passed since they had seen each other, and he was aware that the way in which they were once acquainted had been the root of her sorrow. He looked at her nervously, as if he expected anger from her. But that anger he had grown to expect from people didn’t exist in Lana, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Chucky!” The grin on her face matched his, her eyes sparkling with the threat of tears. “What are you doing here! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Since your brother's funeral.” He nodded.

Lana nodded along with him, finding slight amusement in Chuckys lack of filter. Most people tip-toed around the mention of her brother, but not him.

“You left Charming?”

“Si,” The sadness that flashed in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. But Lana knew all too well that things in that small town, and in that life, were often complex, and now wasn’t the time to pry.

“But you’re okay?” Lana asked softly. “You’re working?”

“Si, mamacita.Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage yard. I am always working hard” He rolled his ‘r’s excessively and Lana smiled at the familiar rhyming, as if his sentence was his own catchphrase.

“And what are you doing here?”

“I got a job doing admin work in town. It's not much, but it pays the bills.”

His phone rang out loudly, and Chucky flashed her a look of apology.

“Yello?”

Ilana hid her smile as he answered the call, looking away to give him some privacy. They had been close once, back in Charming. She had spent a lot of time at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, helping out Gemma in the office as she needed it. More often than not she was paired with Chucky to run errands, and she had enjoyed getting to know him. He was quirky, in many ways, but he was a kind soul and all he really wanted was to belong, something which resonated with Ilana.

“Absolutamante,” He said, and ended the call.

“I have to go, Miss Lana. Duty calls.”

Lana nodded understandably and held out her hand. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in it.”

He nodded, handing the device over and watching as her fingers tapped at the screen.

“Give me a call when you’re free and we can get dinner or something. Catch up, properly.”

“Really?” He asked, in genuine disbelief. “You would want to?”

Lana smiled at him. “Of course, Chucky. You’ve always been one of my best friends.”

The smile that spread over his face was like that of a child on Christmas morning and Lana couldn’t help but beam back at him, her heart warming.

“I will call you, for dinner.”

“I look forward to it, Chucky.”

It wasn’t long before Ilana heard from Chucky again.

In fact it was only that same afternoon that her phone had rung and his voice was on the other end of the line. She was glad to hear from him, albeit a lot sooner than she had anticipated, but she invited him to her apartment for dinner nonetheless.

She was already out in town, and after spotting a sign that read ‘Carniceria Reyes’, she decided to pick up something to cook. With a glance in each direction she jogged across the road before entering the shop.

It was nearing closing time, and Ilana could see that most of the meat had been packed away, or purchased already. Her eyes scanned what was left on offer as her mind ticked over what she could cook, her abilities in the kitchen being far from expert.

“What can I get for you?”

Ilana glanced up and smiled warmly at the wizened man behind the counter. His smile was warm and welcoming, though the creases on his forehead told of worries, both past and present and there was a forlorn glaze in his twinkling eyes.

“Hi, I’ll just take a couple of those steaks, please?”

The man nodded and slid open the window at the back of the counter.

“How’s your day been?” Ilana made conversation as she glanced around the small store.

Her gaze fell on a selection of books and she smiled as she walked over to them.

He cleared his throat. “It’s been good, busy.” The man said as he packaged the meat. He watched her curiously as she studied the old books, and the delicate way in which she traced her fingers over the titles.

“Are these all yours?” She asked, as she carefully lifted a worn copy of Alejandra Pizarnik’s poetry. It had been well loved, made obvious by the creases on the cover, and the yellowed, dog eared pages.

“Most of them belonged to my wife.”

Ilana smiled as she studied the inscription scrawled inside the cover. It was in español, which she couldn’t read despite her Puerto Rican heritage, but she always found something magical in old books, especially those with messages of love or well wishes written inside the cover.

“She has quite a collection.”

The man smiled and nodded towards the book in her hands. “You’re welcome to borrow it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“Please,” He smiled at her. “They should be read, not left here to gather dust and the smell of meat.”

Ilana laughed lightly and nodded, slipping the book carefully into her bag. “Thank you, uh?”

“Felipe.”

Her purchases were ready now, wrapped carefully in brown paper and he placed them on top of the counter.

“Thank you, Felipe.” She smiled as she handed him some cash. “I’m Ilana.”

“Please, keep the change.” She lifted the parcel in her hands as she headed to the door. “It was nice to meat you.”

Felipe chuckled and waved as she walked out of the shop, shaking his head at the interaction.

“Who was that?”

Felipe looked up to see his son EZ, the same smile on his face as he wore on his own, stepping out from the shadows.

“New customer.” Felipe said as he walked to the door and flipped the ‘open’ sign to closed. “Cmon, Jimenez will be here soon.”

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[siamesephoenixrandomideatank]

Idea for Steven Universe Short Fanfic Feat. Peridot as Fast Food Restaurant Worker

I am thinking about writing comedy SU story featuring Peridot working as Fast Food Chain's Counter Service for a day, and meet at least 6 out of these 'annoying customers'

1. Karens

2. Rabid Vegan Protestors

3. Annoying “Bubble Bass” Order; Dramatically Detailed Orders, and being nonsense

4. Food Hygiene Officer who come in surprise

5. Elderly who has bad hearing sense, complain a lot, and often goes off-topic

6. That tourist who bought the cheap item & stay for hours (Like, middle class-turned-wealthy foreigner from low-development country)

7. Indecisive Customer who keep other customers waiting

8. Noisy Phone Parent & Spoilt Child with louder voice

9. Person who asks for off-menu item, and won’t order what’s on the list (Like, ordering Stir-Fried Noodle in Burger King, and, asked for taco after Peri rejected it)

10. Person with “at least three types of allergy, being keto-vegan, gluten-avoider, and want the cheap treat"

Franchise Names Ideas:

• PizzaHub

• DubWay

• BurgerChairman

• Rodeo’s

• Little Genghis

• Chuck-A-Fella

Leave Your Opinions/Ideas Please! I may post it on Wattpad/Ao3

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twenty Nine: The One With the Weeks After

Warnings: Weight loss

Word Count: 2135

    The first week was the easiest. She busied herself with work, made sure to tell Hunter everything and keep him in the loop. Cleaned the house until there was nothing left. At night she'd scrub the floors until her fingers bled. She'd go to bed around 2 in the morning every night. Rose tried to get her to go earlier, but she knew that Lily needed a bit. Needed time to process the end of the relationship she thought was the one. The one that would fix what had been done to her all those years ago.

Things declined over the following month. The hospital made Lily take stress leave. She stopped eating normally, and would simply make Hunter breakfast before returning to her office to force herself into working on letters she knew wouldn't help her case. Lily kept herself distracted also by helping Rose search for apartments for when her baby came, and Gen revamp the menu for her cafe.

When the first of May came around, Lily knew she had broken herself that day she told him to get out. And now, she sat in her bed as the clock struck 3am, Joey snoring softly at the end of the bed. In her hands she gripped onto the letters he had written her, gripping them to the point she was sure they'd rip. Her tears stained them, smearing the ink as she stared at his words.

-----

"Lily please," his voice broke as he stood from the couch, walking towards the blonde, "Please don't do this."

"You made me a promise, Bucky," Lily whispered, taking a step back from the advancing man, "and I can't handle it. You know for a fact that you're not done with this life."

"I am, baby please," he whispered, halting his steps a meter or so away from her, "I'm done with it all."

"I'll have your stuff dropped off at your apartment," Lily stated, her voice shaking as she dropped her keys onto the half wall, turning her back to the Avenger and taking a few steps up the stairs, "Goodbye, Bucky."

-----

A choked sob racked through her chest as Lily balled up the paper and chucked it at the mirror across from her bed. Her eyes wandered from the paper on the floor upwards, staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were hollow and hair wiry. Her collarbones seemed more prominent and her chest heaved as she struggled to bring air into her lungs. On her chest still sat that damn necklace. The one she tried to take off but could never manage to. It sat against her sunken chest, shining bright against her shallow skin.

She remembered the mornings she'd wake up to him leaning over her, fingers wrapped around the silver pendent, admiring it against her supple skin of the good times. Now it just sat there like a jail sentence. Because she knew there would be no moving on from him. His touch, his smell, his words. The way he would hold her.

She longed for the feeling of his hair between her fingers. His breath against her cheek. His head ducked into her neck as she admired him as he slept peacefully at ungodly hours of the night. His smile. His eyes. The stubble on his chin.

Lily remembered the day she wished that she could sit in his lap and trim it. Months later she lived that same fantasy. Him chuckling as she scrunched her nose and intently focused on the harder to reach areas. The rumble deep in his chest vibrating through her like a warm blanket being draped onto her shoulders. How his arms draped along her thighs and fingers traced circles on her hips.

He was gone though. And Lily didn't have the strength to fight for him back.

-----

"Hey what do you want for your birthday, Lil?" Gen asked as she finished cleaning up the table from dinner, sending Hunter off to play outside with the neighbourhood kids.

"Nothing." Lily shrugged, finishing drying off a cup as she avoided her best friends pointed gaze.

"A new necklace, perhaps?" Gen tested, dancing carefully along Lily's guarded mind.

"I have a necklace." She stated simply, placing the rest of the dishes in their respective cupboards before drying her hands.

"Well your birthdays in three days and I'm not getting you nothing," Gen continued, taking a few steps closer to the blonde, "Can I at least offer to cook you dinner at the cafe?"

"Sounds good to me." Lily nodded, closing the cupboards and walking past Gen, shutting the door to her office and slumping into her desk chair.

-----

Lily stared down at the stack of letters that sat on her desk. It was May 2nd, two days from her birthday. Her birthday present to herself was something she read online. Write letters to your past love and then burn or bury them, to cut the ties. She wasn't sure if she would go through with it. She didn't want to burn the memories of him. They hurt her, but she cherished them. She never wanted to forget him, but she had convinced herself she had to in order for her to find true happiness. Or so the blog she read said.

"April 10th

It's been a week since I said goodbye to you. The words still feel foreign to me. It's weird waking up without you by my side. I can't believe I'm saying it but I miss your snoring. Miss your bedhead.

Hunter knows what happened. He's heartbroken, but I don't think he'll show it very much. Moreso for my sake than his own. I don't blame him. I'm sure he sees the same broken mother he saw all those years ago.

But this one hurts a bit more. Because you were supposed to be the one. I thought you were the one. I still think you are. And I loved you.

I love you"

She traced the tears stains that marked the paper. Her fingers grazing gently over the final three words. Three words she was too much of a coward to properly say. Instead, she made him guess them. Made him say them first in the same format. Writing. Three words she couldn't say, now permanently on paper. Lily's hands shook as she put the first page down, picking up the one just beneath it.

"April 15th,

Hunter asked me if I was okay today. The same way you used to. He put his hand on top of mine and let me stare down at my lap as I calculated my answer. His face reminds me of you. Soft and tender, but something always at work behind it. His eyes may be mine, but the thoughts behind it have become yours.

You always took the father figure role so seriously. I never understood why. I loved it, but it never truly made sense to me. He wasn't yours. But when I look at him now, I see more of him in you than I ever did Scott.

He may not have been yours through blood, but he is yours through heart. And he knows me inside and out, even when I feel like I don't know myself. My own thoughts betray me sometimes with Hunter. I feel like sometimes I say things to him because I long to talk to you.

He's your son, through and through. Even if DNA betrays that. But I took your son away from you. And I'm sorry. But I can't risk him."

Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose, as though she thought it would stop the tears. A large ball formed in Lily's throat, and she wanted to scream and let it out, but she couldn't. Not with Hunter around. Not with Gen in the other room. Not with Rose so close to her own due date. She was mere weeks away from it, and here Lily sat, wallowing in her own self pity. Laying in the mess she made herself.

She picked up the third letter.

"April 25th,

I thought it would get easier over time. That the hurt would heal itself at some point. But as I sat at my desk today, I knew it wouldn't go away. It may numb, it may become distant, but there will always be an open space where you used to be.

Rose told me that I should consider therapy, perhaps. But I'm not sure talking about the love I feel for you is possible. The sheer strength of it is something that terrifies me. I'm scared that voicing it will make it stronger.

You took over every part of me. Your smell, your words, you. Every morning I would wake up feeling happy to face another day, because you were there. Whether beside me or just in the city. You were there. And you were mine. But now, you're not. You may already be someone else's for all I know. I haven't dared ask Sam or anyone.

I don't think I'd survive hearing that.

Knowing that you're giving yourself to someone else the same way you gave yourself to me. Knowing that they return the same things I still feel for you. The same feelings that I couldn't voice to you.

But who am I to be upset? I'm the one who ended it. I'm the one who said goodbye, and turned my back without a second thought plaguing my mind until it was too late.

It's still too late."

Staring at her words, Lily slammed her hand down onto the light wood of her desk. She did this. It was her own fault that he was gone. Because when Lily asked something, he always listened. But the one time he asked her to listen to him, she threw him out. She said goodbye. She let him walk out because she was too stubborn to just listen.

Pulling the cap of her pen off, Lily pulled out a few pieces of paper. Her hand shook violently as she signed the date at the top, before pouring out everything she was always too scared to say onto the paper.

-----

May 3rd rolled around mere hours later. Lily sat in her bed once again as the clock struck 2, and she stared at herself in her mirror. Eyes swollen, glasses crooked, face fallen. Her entire body seemed to be falling at once. Her chest was fallen, her shoulders frail. Her skin seemed lifeless. She was merely existing at this point. She still was a mother, she cooked, cleaned, and talked to Hunter. But when the door closed in her room for the night, her body fell into a droop. She shuffled to her bed without bothering to worry about her makeup, if she even decided to do any recently. Nothing about Lily was herself. She had become a husk. Simply a vessel to walk her head and heart around from room to room.

She missed him so much. She wanted him back. God, Lily would do anything to have him back right now. To open her eyes and see him lying in her bed with that same lazy smirk on his face. But when she did, there was no one in her bed. Just herself.

Her fingers dialled the number before she knew exactly who she was calling. Before she realized what this could do.

"Hello?" His groggy voice whispered into the phone.

"Hi...It's Lily."

"Lily it's 2 in the morning."

"I know...I know," she whispered, biting on the tips of her nails, "I just need to know..."

"Know what?"

"Is he okay?"

Sam let out a whisper of a sigh, and she knew the answer before he even spoke again. It didn't relieve her. It hurt her more than anything. Knowing that she had caused it.

"He's a damn trainwreck, Lil," Sam answered, "He's always been the brooding type but there's something different now."

Lily placed her forehead into her hand, "Has he said anything?"

"He's lost a part of himself," Sam responded, the noise of shifting blankets echoing behind his voice, "You were something I can't even explain to him Lily. There's still a part of him with you."

She ended the call before he heard her lose it.

-----

Rose took Hunter for the day. Lily could barely move in her bed the morning after she called Sam. Her eyes felt dry and heavy. Whenever she moved, a part of her screamed out for him. She felt so empty and just so...alone. Now that he was gone. But she wanted him back so badly her throat yelled out at her to tell him.

Call him, her mind said, tell him what you're thinking.

But she couldn't.

Because she already said goodbye.

[newagesispage]

                                                                AUGUST    2021

THE RIB  PAGE

Fran Drescher is running for National SAG-AFTRA President with Anthony Rapp as secretary treasurer for Unite for Strength!!! Matthew Modine is running under Membership first with Joely Fisher for Secretary Treasurer. Running in local elections are, among others, Yvette Nicole Brown, Shari Belafonte, Rosie O’Donnell, Jeff Garlin, Ezra Knight, Dule Hill, Camryn Manheim, Sara Rue, Mindy Cohn and Ever Carradine. Sept. 2 is the day!** Frances Fisher filed a suit against SAG-AFTRA over the health care plan but a judge rejected it.

*****

Sha’Carri Richardson’s problem is all our problem. No more drug testing for Mary Jane in this country!

*****

Chuck Schumer finally unveiled the Cannabis administration opportunity act to end Federal prohibition of marijuana.

*****

Dolly Parton used the $10 mil + in royalties from the Whitney Houston version of her song to invest in a black neighborhood in Nashville.

*****

Bob Balaban and Henry Winkler play brothers in The French Dispatch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can’t wait for October 22!!!!!!!!!!!!** The next Wes Anderson film will star Bill Murray, Tilda Swinton, Adrien Brody and Tom Hanks. No other details are out there yet.

*****

Trees save lives in heat waves.

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TBS will bring us n updated Stupid Pet Tricks with Sarah Silverman.

*****

So much organized religion is based on forgeries, fakes and plundering. Virtually none of it is based on any sort of truth, spiritual or even historical. Just lies to fulfill an agenda and control the masses. And so far it has worked. –Larry Charles

*****

Scarlett Johansen has sued Disney cuz her contract guaranteed a theatrical release only.

*****

An expert on the circus industry recently reached out to me and urged me to not compare Trump and his comeback tour to clowns and the circus, as that is an insult to clowns. –Jim Acosta

*****

Eric Adams has won the Dem primary for Mayor in NY.

*****

Have you seen High on the Hog?? It’s awesome!!

*****

Jeff Flake will be ambassador to Turkey.

*****

Cornell West resigned from Harvard with a scathing letter accusing the school of “intellectual and spirited bankruptcy of deep depths.”

*****

Biden gave a hell of a speech in Philly. He needed to go on more about the filibuster but he was passionate about the For the People act and the John Lewis voting rights advancement act.  He roared, “Peddlers of lies are threatening the very foundation of our country.”

*****

Will Celebrity Dating Game continue? I am sure they think romance expert, Michael Bolton is a cute and quirky thing to do but not so much. If it stays, I hope they change the music, at least those final notes. And why are half of the questions, “Who am I?” The show could be cute but they need a little work!!

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Jeff Bezos donated $200 mil to the Smithsonian air and space museum.**Feminists everywhere winced when Gayle King was interviewing the Bezos space team.  Bezos commented about the 18 year old going with them into space and that he was just worried about the prom at 18. Gayle said “And I was just hoping for a date to the prom.”** But we have to love Wally Funk, the oldest woman to go into space.**Bezos thanked the Amazon employees and customers for paying for his trip. Yikes!**  Saw a great sign: Pay fair taxes, end hunger, help people, end poverty, save Earth or fly to space.

*****

Antonio Banderas and Harrison Ford will star in Indiana Jones 5.

*****

Zsa Zsa Gabor’s ashes were laid to rest 5 years after her death.

*****

The Britney conservatorship mess is still going thru the courts, and now topless?

*****

Pope Francis underwent colon surgery which caused him to comment on the need for good health care for all.

*****

Questlove brings us Summer of Soul!!!

*****

Reports show that about 150 people were killed by guns in more than 400 shootings during the 4th.

*****

Has anybody ever built a show around the Tex Watson tapes?? The LAPD apparently liked to deny them but there was a book.

*****

Henry Hall is out with his debut album, Neato, along with a tour.

*****

Do all male law enforcement officers have to be bald now?

*****

Idaho has begun an eradication campaign that could slash the number of gray wolves living in the state by 90%.

*****

Hooray for the monthly child tax credit!!

*****

Release Me 2 from Barbra Streisand is due out August 6.

*****

The look into the Jan. 6 insurrection has begun. Kinzinger and Cheney are in. **Tucker Carlson attacked Harry Dunn, a Capitol officer on air. The man protected Carlson’s son, a House staffer.** On Jan. 5, the Steve Bannon podcast went like this: All Hell is going to break loose tomorrow. Just understand this. It’s gonna be moving. It’s gonna be quick.** Why is mainstream media putting nearly all eggs in the Covid and Olympic baskets and only a few on the insurrection hearing?

*****

Why do so many that call America , “great” seem to hate it?? How can one love this country and not want majority rule, not want democracy??

*****

The Emmy noms are out: Lovecraft Country was nominated even though it has been cancelled.  Also hooray for Pose, The Flight attendant and for Conan!! Lead actor is a tough category with Matthew Rhys, Billy Porter and Rege-Jean Page. Aidy Bryant and Jean Smart got lead and supporting noms. I have to route for Ewan McGregor and Anya Taylor-Joy. I am excited for Paul Reiser, Bowen Yang, Evan Peters, Carl Weathers, Renee Elise Golsberry, Dave Chappelle, Helena Bonham Carter and Daniel Levy. There is love for Yvette Nicole Brown, Issa Rae and Maya Rudolph. The Masked Singer got a few noms. The doc category included Tina, Allen V. Farrow and The Bee Gees. Friends: The reunion got 4.

*****

“Voting is not supposed to be easy. That’s what our men died for.”- Jack Finger

*****

Giant Pandas are no longer endangered.

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Zalia Avante- Garde is the 93rd Scripps National Spelling Bee Champ.** I’m more impressed by the girl who won the Spelling Bee than the billionaire who went to space. –Mike Jollett.

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Why do they have to run erectile dysfunction ads during true crime rape episodes? ** And why do people still say things like, “this just don’t happen here” or “dumped like a piece of trash? “ There have to be other things to say.

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Tom Barrack, chairman of the inaugural committee for Trump was arrested for foreign lobbying shenanigans. America first, right?** Wilbur Ross lied to congress about the census and the Trump administration declined to prosecute.** Stephen Calk, bank exec was found guilty of trying to get a WH position by giving Manafort millions in loans.

*****

Jake Ellzey won the Texas special election run off for congress, beating out Trump’s girl Susan Wright.

*****

Every city should have a Peacemobile!!!!!

*****

The Chinese government has been called out for malicious cyber -attacks.  Four officials have been indicted in California.

*****

Miracle Workers’ Simon Rich was there when FB was invented and was so creeped out by people using it to stalk women.

*****

There was a story in Rolling Stone about how Eric Clapton threatened to cancel shows if the venue required proof of vaccines. Valerie Bertinelli tweeted: Once a dick, always a dick.

*****

Every Fox news host is vaccinated. –Mikel Jollett

*****

Toyota has dropped out of Olympic ads.  Contenders are starting to drop out due to positive Covid tests.

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Actor Isaiah Stokes has been indicted for murder.

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Lionsgate has bought the rights to Clerks 3.

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Ready or not, here come the Olympics.- Harry Shearer

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The Cleveland Indians will now be the Cleveland Guardians.

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A bust of KKK leader Nathan Bedford Forrest was taken out of the Tennessee capitol.

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American Housewife was sold into syndication.

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The poorest zip codes include Erie, Pennsylvania, Decatur and the south end of Peoria, il, Canton, Oh, Waterbury, Ct., Bonsecour, Al. and Elpaso, Tx.

*****

Issa Rae married Louis Diame.

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The court of appeals disqualified Judge John W. Ouderkirk from the Jolie- Pitt divorce because of a business relationship with Pitt’s attorney.

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Joe Manchin owns a coal company.

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The Hollywood walk of fame has welcomed Jimmy Smits, Kathie Lee Gifford and 90 year old Marla Gibbs. Terry Crews is next!

*****

Generation after generation of women love the bad boy.  Do they never learn? I will never understand, please explain.

*****

Pelosi rejected 2 of the noms to serve on the special committee looking into Jan. 6. Kevin McCarthy withdrew his 5 noms.

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The gun that killed Billy the Kid is for sale.

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I think you should leave with Tim Robinson on Netflix is hilarious if U get thru the gross. U can’t miss the episode with Clifton Davis and Fred Willard!!

*****

Joaquin Phoenix is trying to get some bears from a traveling show moved to an accredited sanctuary. The Bearadise Ranch in Florida has been cited for, “violating state wildlife laws.”

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Go employees Go!! Frito Lay is on strike, Coal miners are on strike and Ride Share drivers are on strike. A good portion of this country should be on strike. The top of the corporate ladder needs to learn! Let those that treat us fair rise to the top.

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Who owns Brett Kavanaugh?

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A Bishop seeking to deny Biden communion was caught on Grindr.

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Gabriel Jagger married Anouk Winzenried.** I don’t know why the Rolling Stones bass player doesn’t just change his name to “not pictured.” –Michael Mckean

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Frank Fritz will not be back on American Pickers.

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For the first time, astronomers have seen behind a black hole. Einstein predicted the gravitational pull of black holes is so enormous that they warp the very fabric of space. He was right. Scientists have now spotted light which was being emitted by the far side of the black hole.

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Look for Heels on Starz.

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What is this new screen for Amazon? It sucks.

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Biden has signed an executive order to protect infrastructure from cyber- attacks.

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Arthur was canceled.

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The Kennedy Center has revealed the latest honorees. The 44th class is Justin Diaz, Berry Gordy, Lorne Michaels, Bette Midler and Joni Mitchell and will be held on Dec. 5.

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Get well Bob Odenkirk!!!! The fabulous Odenkirk collapsed on the set of Better call Saul from a minor heart attack.

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Days alert: We have lost Days of Our Lives first director, Joseph Behar.  He will be missed.** Marla Ginns is joining the cast as Paulina’s Mother. ** Is EJ throwing Sami out? Will AJ McLean join the cast? **Rex is back.**Peacock is bringing us a limited series, Days of our Lives: Beyond Salem that will send many couples on romantic vacations and lead to intrigue. Lisa Rinna will star.** Arianna Zucker (Nicole) is set to marry Shawn Christian (former Daniel).  He popped the question on Father’s Day.

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R.I.P. President Jovenel Moise, Philece Sampler, Robert Downey Sr., Richard Donner, flood victims of Belgium and Germany,  Robby Steinhardt, Covid victims, Joseph Behar, Robert Moses, Jackie Mason, Dusty Hill, joey Jordison, Priscilla McMillan, Ron Popeil, Carl Levin, Saginaw Grant and Charles Robinson.

[valhallanrose]

In the Blue Hours of Morning

The beginning of a promised second encounter between a poet and an adventurer. 

1.1k. No CWs apply. 

Astoria/Milenko. Milenko belongs to @sunrisenfool. 

Fic Title: In The Blue Hours of Morning by The Oh Hellos

It was a sunny day in Vesuvia, and Nathaira was a very good girl. 

Or at least Astoria thought so, which was why they’d set down their work early and dug Nathaira’s favorite ball out of their desk to go play in the gardens. 

Nattie had pranced around their feet, weaving between Astoria’s ankles until they finally made their way down to the gardens and chucked the ball the first time out into the maze. So now they stood, boots kicked off into the grass and sleeves shoved up around their elbows, and whipped the ball off into the open field for Nattie to go tearing after as it bounced across the ground. 

They��d stood out there for a while, the sun traveling slowly through the sky and warming Astoria’s freckled cheeks until they realized with a start that they’d definitely been out there longer than the thirty minutes they’d intended. So when Nathaira came bounding back again, dropping the ball into Astoria’s waiting palm, they’d gone to put it away - relenting when Nathaira’s ears drooped and she let out a pitiful whine.”

“Alright, alright, one more throw and then we have to go find the fountain. It’d be rude to leave company waiting, and I’m worried I might have left him doing just that. 

“I was wondering if you’d forgotten about me.” 

Astoria paused and looked over their shoulder, lips pulling into a slightly sheepish smile as she spotted Milenko standing a little ways behind them - hands tucked loosely into his pockets a brow quirked to match his teasing tone. 

“Not at all. Though please tell me I haven’t kept you waiting, I’d feel absolutely terrible if I did.” 

“Oh, no, I’m actually a little early. I went by your office, but the librarian said you’d likely be down here.” Milenko took a few steps closer, extending a hand and gesturing toward the ball. “May I?”

Astoria nodded, chuckling as Nathaira bounded over to him and tried to snatch the ball from his hands before he had a chance to throw it. Milenko didn’t seem to mind - he gave her a quick scratch behind the ears before he pulled his arm back, whipping the ball down the field with enough force that Nathaira nearly fell over herself trying to chase it. 

“You’ve created a monster.” Astoria laughed, shaking their head slightly as they watched Nathaira disappear over the small crest of a hill. “She’ll beg you to throw that thing until your arm falls off.” 

“There are worse fates.” Milenko turned back to Astoria then, his hand falling loosely to his hip and opening his mouth to say something, then pausing when he noticed Astoria’s eyes had fallen very clearly onto the ground between his feet. 

“Milenko, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” 

He grinned as he looked down, reaching to scratch between Ursula’s ears where she sat between his knees. “Of course. You’ve heard of her, if I remember what you said you’ve learned from my uncle. This is Ursula.”

Astoria tried to contain their noise of absolute glee as they crouched down, digging in their pockets for a treat and waiting for Milenko to give them a nod of approval before offering it to the pup in question. 

“Such a bonnie little thing.” Astoria beamed as Ursula stepped forward, carefully taking the treat from their palm and happily munching away while Astoria reached up to scratch behind her ears. “Yes, you, you’re absolutely lovely, but I’m sure you know that, don’t you?”

“Oh, she does. I don’t let her forget it.” Milenko chuckled, something...soft, almost, visible in his face when Astoria looked up mid-scratch behind Ursula’s ears. Their eyes lingered on him a moment, then two, before their gaze fell back to meet the dog’s warm brown eyes where she looked up at Astoria from the grass. 

There was a long pause between them before Nathaira came barreling back, completely ignoring Astoria and bringing the ball directly to Milenko for another throw. He didn’t bat an eye, praising her before 

“I’ve been looking forward to this.” Astoria said after a moment, letting their hand fall away from Ursula’s fur and smiling a little as she trotted back toward Milenko to sit between his ankles. “It’s been a long few days. Exciting, surely, but long. Not every morning I get to piss off a foreign government - but being able to step away from my desk is a welcome distraction.”

Milenko raised a brow, clearly fighting back a look of amusement. “Things get tense in archaeology?”

With a laugh, Astoria shook their head, reaching for their boots and tugging them on as they spoke. 

“Not usually. I was sent a set of bones a few months ago on behalf of the Zadithian government, but I’m holding them hostage. I told them they’d get the bones back when they returned my original notes on a dig site I surveyed, but they’re claiming they own my originals since it was a private site - so no bones for them.” Astoria accepted Milenko’s outstretched hand, hauling themself to their feet and blowing a strand of hair out of their eyes. “Pissing contest, really, but I don’t bluff. I’ll keep their bloody bones until I’m dead if I have to.”

“Suddenly I see why you and my uncle get along.” Milenko chuckled, and Astoria nodded, hand slipping out of his as they turned to take the ball from a panting Nathaira and tucked it into their pocket. 

“Atanasie is a delight.” Astoria set a hand on their hip, tugging idly on the beaded chain of their glasses with the other. “But I digress. You came here to follow a creative train of thought, not for me to bore you with the details of my job.”

He smiled at that, shaking his head as he took a step closer and offered Astoria his arm. 

“Trust me, there is nothing you could possibly say that would bore me while in your company. However, I have much I wanted to ask you. Shall we?”

For a moment, they couldn’t tell if they were relieved or disappointed that they’d left their gloves on that day when they looked at the bare skin of his arm. His river-heart sang in their mind when it wandered, and they’d be lying if they weren’t wondering if it sounded as lovely the second time - but that could be answered another time. 

So they set their hand in the crook of his elbow, giving him a warm smile as they let him escort them toward the fountain a little ways away from the garden. 

“We shall.”

[midnight-strays]

Hello! Could I please request head cannons for young Dazai, Chuuya, akutagawa and anyone else you like not knowing what menstruation is and while on a mission with their S/O they get separated and find them in an ally, doubled over in pain and bleeding. -sorry that it's weird

//Not weird at all my love! I think I went a lil over board though haha.

Osamu Dazai

It happened when you and Dazai were about 16 years old.

Dazai was struggling with Chuuya’s mere existence in the Port Mafia and he was almost completely swamped with world lately.

Usually he’d try dodge the work but you had forced him to remain in his office and finish a sufficient amount before he was allowed to come back out.

During the few days this took, you were supposed to have your period... only it was late.

Cue mini heart attack because you and your boyfriend were very much sexually active, not to mention, you didn’t like playing it safe all the time, sooooo...

A few days later, you still had yet to see any signs but you were beginning to experience cramps, so that was a potentially good sign.

You weren’t completely panicked about the lateness of course. You knew this stuff happened at times and with your lifestyle, no shit it would happen.

That night however, you had just gotten into the shower when your phone started ringing.

You reached out of the shower and answered the call, putting them on speaker.

As you listened to what they had to say, you washed away the dirt and grime on your body while keeping you eyes on the small device.

“I’ll be right there sir. Do not engage the target until I get there. Am I understood?”

During this, you neglected to notice the red tinted water swirling down the drain until it was gone.

Still confident that you were fine, you popped a painkiller for good measure and got dressed, rushing to the scene where you were needed.

From there, things had become chaotic.

Bullets were flying and you were barking orders while Dazai worked on things from the other end. It was supposed to have been a quick engagement, take out some guards, get the info and leave. Only things took a dangerous turn when ten guards turned into fifty and you were severely out numbered.

The dust settled and most of the Port Mafia was still standing. Dazai came out, chucking a driveto someone before looking around for you. Where were you?

“Where is (Y/N)?”

When no one gave him an answer, he looked around again.

You weren’t amongst the bodies so you had to be there somewhere. So he searched.

He almost walked past you, right part you had it not been for a low groan passing your lips that he craved for oh so often.

During the battle, despite the pills you had taken earlier, you had felt a sharp, unholy pain in your abdomen.

You ignored it at first, but it became all that more fierce the longer you pretended it wasn’t happening and eventually, you had to duck away into an alleyway, where you proceeded to throw up your dinner from the pain.

After that you remained curled up on the ground, in a somewhat crouched position, waiting for the chance to finally stand up and get back out there. That moment didn’t come soon enough it seems.

When Dazai saw you curled up like that, he thought for sure that you had been shot. He came to your side, setting a hand on your back.

“(Y/N)? Have you been shot?” He asked, trying to encourage you to sit up so he could see.

That’s when the strong smell of iron hit him.

“You’re bleeding. Where? Show me damnit.”

You refused to uncurl now, more so from embarrassment than pain now. There was no way out of this situation was there?

You shook your head no and carefully uncurled, standing up but keeping your thighs firmly together.

“I wasn’t shot. Let’s just go.”

You started to head towards the end of the alleyway but another wave of pain sent you crouching down again.

This time, despite the shitty lighting, Dazai could see the darker patch of black on your pants and he stepped forward again, grabbing you by the arm, pulling you back up.

“Tell me what haopened. We need to get you help.”

He’d insist that he carry you back and get you help but you kept refusing, frustrating him to the point where he’d try to grab you anyway but you would duck away.

“I’m on my period idiot! That’s why I’m bleeding, now back off,” you’d finally hiss in annoyance.

There would be a moment of awkward silence. On your part because this was embarrassing and on his part because he was trying to remember what a period was.

When his mouth parted in an ‘oh’ fashion, you knew he finally got it.

You couldn’t blame him for not knowing what a period was. He was a young boy, surrounded mostly by men, with a very different upbringing than most other boys.

Like a switch though, he was from serious to his usual, silly self.

“Oh, ew, right. Let’s get back then shall we?”

He was still a little panicked inside because he didn’t completely understand but was better once he saw you again later in a much better condition.

Cue a few days passing and his curiousity getting the better of him.

“Hey Boss... What’s a period?”

Chuuya Nakahara

How was such a terrifying experience turned into an incredibly embarrassing one you ask? Well, let me tell you.

To start, you had no idea what Chuuya did in his spare time. You knew he had friends as they constantly came by to drag him away to do whatever. They wore matching arm bands too su=o surely that meant something to him.

One day the band was gone though and he suddenly didn’t have as much time as before.

He told you that his mother had caught him skipping school so she was now him schooling him to make sure he got somewhere in life.

That being said, you had no reason to question him.

The important thing in the end, was that he still managed to make time for you.

After school, you’d walk out and there he would be, leaning again the main gates, waiting for you.

Your friends constantly complained about how they wanted such a committed boyfriend and it made you feel great.

Today was a weekend however, meaning he was going to be picking you up from your house instead.

You were a little unsure about this weekend, considering you were on your period but you’d never had any problems before so you went for it.

You styled your hair and slipped on a nice white dress- mistake number one- before saying bye to your guardian and headed out to meet Chuuya out the front.

Today he was taking you to a small cafe, a harmless little plac that allowed the two of you to have the kind of date you’d been lacking the last few weeks.

You both ordered your drinks and something to eat, bouncing back and forth in conversation between each other happily.

Early on during the date, he also made it Lear that he was going to pay for everything- which led you to wonder where he was getting the money from. Did he find a part time job? That would explain why he had less time to come out.

Everything was going smoothly until something small wizzed past, right between the two of you, embedding itself in the wall on the other side of you.

You looked at it with wide eyes while Chuuya was jumping over the table, pushing you down to the floor yelling, “Get down!”

Just on time, a barrage of bullets came flying in your direction.

With little shelter from the attach, Chuuya shielded your body from the bullet.

“You need to move with me.”

Despite your fear, you ended up running with him, trying to stay down as much as possible while he protected you.

Eventually shoving you into an alleyway, you discovered how Chuuya wasn’t dead yet. He had an ability. He sent to bullets flying back to where they came from.

He gave you a very brief order to stay put before running off, much to your dismay.

You didn’t know how long you were sitting there, but it was long enough for crippling cramps to disturb the tiny amount of peace you had left.

Curling in on yourself nice and tight to try will away the pain, you didn’t notice it was all over until you heard Chuuya’s voice again.

“Hey, are you okay (Y/N)?”

You looked up at him with teary eyes but still heals yourself tightly. You didn’t know what to say to him. How do you answer that after what just happened?

He looked you over himself and at first, he thought you were okay until he saw the red on your dress. That wasn’t there before...

“You’re bleeding!”

Eyes widening, you jumped up and pressed yourself against the wall to hide it the best you could. It hurt to stand but you didn’t want to go through this right now.

“No I’m not Chuuya. I’m fine. I’d like to go home now if that’s okay...”

You were too in shock to actually process the fact that people were just trying to kill you both. Or just him?

“No, you’re bleeding, I saw the blood on your dress. Just let me see.”

“Don’t come any closer Chuuya!”

He would step back a little in shock at your outburst. He couldn’t blame you really.

Seeing he needed an explaination, you sucked in a deep breath and told him without making eye contact.

“I’m on my period.’

“... What the fuck is that?”

Cue your jaw dropping to the ground in disbelief.

Seriously?

“Really?

Some of those old friends of his were women!

He has a mother! Or does he...

“Just give me your jacket and take me home.”

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Periods weren’t completely foreign to Akutagawa. He has a younger sister after all.

However, this doesn’t mean he’s comfortable with it by any means.

He’ll help his sister if need be but if she doesn’t need help, he doesn’t want to know about it.

Same goes for you.

He’ll give you a hand with something if you really need it but he doesn’t want to know you’re on it.

That being said, he had no idea you were on your period when you were out on a mission.

As embarrassing as it was, you were actually on a pan/tampon run when you got called in.

With nothing but toilet paper protecting your clothes from your current unholy condition, you rushed to the scene.

It was supposed to be your day off too, so you were in much brighter clothes than usual, instead of the dark clothing you would usually wear in association with the Port Mafia.

You and Akutagawa were side by side, working together as much as you could to do what had to be done.

The building you were in was a completely maze, so, you split up.

It was as you were searching, that you encountered your tasrget’s thugs.

Bullets were flying, bouncing off the walls and making a hell of a noise that echoes throughout the place.

Despite the dull ache in your absorbent, you did all you could to fend them off.

When all were on the ground, you clutched your mid-section and dropped to the floor in pain, letting out a small whine of pain.

You were well out of your comfort zone. Your period, wrong clothing, very little to protect your clothing from your own blood... This wasn’t ideal.

You then heard the click of a gun, the barrel being pressed to your head. One of the men had been faking defeat.

Eyes wide and seeing no escape, you braced yourself for the worst, only for nothing to happen a moment later.

Looking up, you saw the man hanging in the air, a black tendril impaling his chest with an almost red electricity buzzing around it.

“Rashomon...”

The man dropped to the ground as the young man behind you let out a few small coughs.

“Have you been shot?”

“No.”

“Then why are you bleeding?”

The two of you would have realised it at the same time. You’re would have jumped to you feet and turned around the hide the stain on your pants and his face would be turning red.

“Just go home.”

“Akutagawa, you know I can’t do that.”

“I said go home. I’ve got this- take care of... that.”

Despite his insistence though... you weren’t allowed to just leave like that, meaning the air was thick with awkward tension for a good while.

At least you could both say you suddenly became more determined to finish the mission faster,

[cxptain-rex]

summary: rex encounters a nightsister for the first time.

warnings: none, well I made sum angst tbh so yeah j

pairing: Captain Rex x Nightsister!Reader

request by: @catchmewiththelosers - thanks for requesting this tbh I had fun. I just started writing and this is what came out. I hope that you like it, haha I’m scared. I’m sorry it got angst I just had to do it.

requests are open!!! send some my way!!!

Rex received a message from General Skywalker, to come to the bridge immediately to welcome their new addition to the legion. The captain thought all the things that new addition could be, perhaps a Jedi, someone from the senate or a new officer. What the captain did not expect to see was night sister standing with his general. There she stood in full height, a powerful being.

“Captain Rex! This is Y/N, she will be assisting you and the legion in the capture of Savage Opress and Darth Maul” General Skywalker states as Y/N turns around to meet the clone captain.

You have guts to come here Y/N, you reminded yourself as you stare at the clone in front of you. The Mother had betrayed you and sent you along with Ventress to Count Dooku.

You managed to balance yourself unlike Ventress whom went to the Dark Side willingly, you held balance within yourself. And here you were, seeking protection from the Republic in exchange of you helping them take down one of your nightbrothers.

“Pleased to serve alongside you, uh ma’am”

You blinked a couple of times taking in the words of the clone, “the pleasure is all mine Captain, please call me Y/N” you say tilting your head a little bit to take a good look at the captain.

As the two stared at each other, millions of thoughts rushed into yours and the Captain’s mind.

General Skywalker though sensed the click between his Captain and his new acquaintance. He smirked knowingly at the two yet did not say anything. The General debriefed them quickly and send them off to the planet of Dathomir, where Savage Opress and Darth Maul hid with an army of droids unknown to the Republic troops in pursue.

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Captain Rex walked with you yet silence filled the air and a strange tension between the two of you. He could not deny the way his heart raced when he first saw you on the bridge.

“You might think that I am here to kill you or betray you”

That took the Captain of guard, he stammered and stalled on his footsteps. No, I do not think of you as a killer — Rex thought as he stopped on his tracks.

“No, ma’am—I mean Y/N, I just...never seen a nightsister. I’ve fought one, Asajj Ventress”

“Yes, my nightsister...believe me Captain when I tell you that I am different from her. She takes from the Dark Side of the force and I do too, but I’ve never felt the pull to it” you spoke staring at the floor of the cruiser.

You found yourself struck of how open you became with the Captain in a matter of mynock minute.

“I am sure that you have your reasons, you will be welcomed within the ranks of my men”

Rex stood in front of the barracks where his men were in getting ready to deploy. He knew from an instant that he felt something, a pull towards you and he could not deny it. The feeling felt foreign but right.

“Let’s get going shall we?”

“Yes Captain”

The 501st legion stood, staring the nightsister and their captain. They just knew something was bound to come between those two. The clones entered their transport after being debriefed by Captain Rex.

The transports made it down to the planet’s surface. You exit the ship and a blast goes off, a droid stood 10 meters away from you and the legion. You quickly snatched your energy lance and struck down the droid, snapping off its head.

The 501st were dumbstruck by you and your swift movement to take down the droid. Captain Rex stood in awe watching you naturally glide around the droid until striking it down.

“Captain! Tell your men to scout the area, we’ve been led into a trap”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Captain Rex did not have the opportunity to send his men to check the area, as a company of battle droids marched straight to the 501st legion.

“Contact General Skywalker, we need reinforcement now Captain” you stated as the men started firing back to the droids.

General Skywalker arrived with more reinforcement and the battle unleashed. The clones stood their front and winning as they took on the droids.

Suddenly a shift in the force alerted you of the presence of Savage Opress and Maul. “They are here, General” you said standing your ground with your lance.

“Let’s take them” remarked General Skywalker starting his lightsaber and standing in battle position.

You and General Skywalker stood your ground as two figures emerged from the shadows of Dathomir, Savage and Maul.

“A traitor” Maul hissed lighting his lightsaber along with Savage. “A half beast” you snarked at nightbrother standing in front of you.

The two of them took on the Jedi and Nightsister. Lightsaber against lightsaber and lightsaber against energy lance. Leading them away from the clones was your main priority. Your lance clashed against Maul’s light saber, unbreakable and strong.

You were growing tired and Maul slithered into your mind with the force. You felt him, pulling your thoughts and sentiments. Growling you struck him down landing a blow on him.

“Get out, you monster!”

“Hmm. What is this that I sense? Is it...a link? A bond?” Maul whispered as he struck you down, glaring at him and kicking him right in the shin you stood up once again.

The bond, a bond between clone and nightsister. You felt it once you saw him. Captain Rex is your bond and he is in danger.

Darth Maul cackled as he stood, watching you take in what he said. He took the chance and landed you a blow on the back as you landed a few meters away from him. Maul made his way to the clones chucking them out of his path until he spotted the captain.

A chuckle ripples through his chest as he goes to strike the clone captain with his lightsaber. Time stopped. There you stood, deflecting the lightsaber with your lance all bloody and beaten.

Your eyes burned with new fire, with rage. Captain Rex laid on the ground in shock. His facial expression could not be seen underneath his helmet but shock was what came through. You saved him. A clone meant to be expandable. And yet you decided to save him.

Maul growled as you struck him right on his newly made legs. “This will not be the last you see of me, night traitor” he snarled limping away from you as Savage Opress took him and made their grand escape.

The fight was done, droids scattered along the perimeter and you stood in shock. You saved the Captain, out of no where. You manage to stand even with your wounds and saved him. As the momentum left your body, you plummet to the ground.

The Captain managed to catch your body before you hit the ground. He felt a pulse yet his nerves were erratic. Taking of his helmet, he managed to look into your eyes.

You saw him, the man underneath the helmet and you were mesmerized. A true beauty, even if there were others just like him running around the battlefield. Captain Rex stood out from the rest.

“...You saved me”

“O-of course”

You came in and out of conscious until you lost it. And the captain questioned now, if he also lost you in this battle. He just prays to the Force that he does not lose you. Not now when he just found you.

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Omg I made it angstsyyyy im so sorry :’)

[maudsaysstuff]

SUPERNATURAL SPOILERS FOR 15X19, I swear this is like an analysis of what happened don’t read if you haven’t watched the episode yet

I swear, if you haven’t watched the episode yet, don’t read this. You’ll ruin the fun for yourself. I’m begging you.

But if you have watched it, here are some of my opinions and reactions to what happened in Supernatural Season 15 Episode 19: Inherit the earth.

1. I’ll try to do this in chronological order as much as possible so we’ll start with Dean. Dean looked so torn up about Cas’ death, he really did not know what to do with himself. He loved that man and really doesn’t know what to do now that he knows Cas loved him back. Also note that later, when they tried to get Chuck to reverse everything in exchange for them killing each other, Dean explicitly asked for Castiel to be brought back. Love to see it.

2. THE DOG! I was so fucking excited when I saw that they would get a dog. Like honestly this was one of the things I wanted, for them to get a dog. And Dean was so excited, he named it Miracle, was prepared to let the dog get in the Impala, only for it to be killed by Chuck, that Motherfucker.

3. When I heard that everybody was gone, the thought of Adam dying too crossed my mind but I didn’t really think about it. But then Michael confirmed it and I was so shocked. Like, couldn’t Michael fucking protect them?? I love Adam so much, but he died. And also, does Adam come back, as just Adam, now that Jack brought everyone back? I really fucking hope so, otherwise I’m going to seriously hit someone.

4. DEAN GETTING A CALL FROM CAS!?!!? I freaked out already because who would be calling him when everyone is gone? But when I saw it was Castiel I was so hyped, and Dean too because that man sprinted to the door, ready to kiss him, probably. But it was fucking Lucifer?!?! He slammed that door right back closed.

5. That brings us to our next point, Lucifer. I hate Lucifer, always have, never even liked him. He’s an asshole and this shows why. He only does what benefits him most. And also I’m quite sure God only let Lucifer do that so he could manipulate Michael into coming back to his side. Also “I’m the new favorite” Lucifer, you were always the favorite, fuck off. And I was so fucking glad when Michael killed him, finally someone kills the bad guy immediately, before they do the really bad thing.

6. The reaper becoming the new Death, I called it. I fucking said that would happen and it did, and I’m quite happy that I was right, but not with the way it played out. I mean, I kinda liked her, she was sassy and so not having any of their bullshit. But I was also glad when she died, because that’ll avoid future problems.

7. Michael betraying them. I absolutely hate this, I’ve grown to love Michael now that he’s back, but he betrayed my trust. I really trusted him and considered him part of the team. And I hate that he went back to Chuck, even after Chuck hurt him so much. When I first heard that thing about Michael telling Chuck about the spell, I thought Michael had told purposefully Chuck the fake spell and that they would do the real one while Chuck was busy so he wouldn’t notice. (this was still kinda right but I didn’t know that yet). Also, I’m 100% certain that if Adam hadn’t died, Michael wouldn’t have gone back to Chuck. 100%.

8. Jack absorbing all power, did not see that one coming. When Chuck was beating up Sam and Dean, I thought Jack would be reassembling the spell behind him, but apparently he just stood there, absorbing power. Sorry, absorbing God power. I actually loved seeing Chuck wanting to kill Jack but not being able to, and seeing the confusion and fear on his face. Well deserved. And Jack not killing Chuck but just taking his power and leaving him to live a miserable life? That’s a power move right there. I’m so relieved they finally killed God.

9. But then Jack getting everything back to normal, with such a content, happy smile on his face? Yes please. And yes I’m sad that he left and but I’m also glad he became God, he is so wise and I believe he is the right person for it and I trust him to not fuck shit up like Chuck did.

10. When Sam and Dean sat on the table in the bunker together, talking about what happened. I really thought Dean was going to say “You know, he loved me. He said that, Cas said that he loved me.” but he didn’t and that makes me sad but it’s okay also. I have hope it will be brought up by Dean in the last episode.

11. CASTIEL AND JACK ENGRAVED ON THE FUCKING TABLE. I held it together pretty well this episode, but on this I fucking lost it. I sobbed so hard at the sight of it. Them fully accepted into the family. I can’t deal with that, emotionally. I love it too much.

12. Them riding off together into the sunset. Beautiful shot, looked really cool. Also with all the flashbacks of all they’ve been through, quite a good ending I think. Also they put in some shots of Dean and Cas together (and the cowboy scene!!) and I love that. We got to see everyone again, that’s nice. My one question is, where are they going? Like, they’re not going on another hunt are they? They deserve a vacation and if they don’t go on one, I’m personally going to the CW head office and demand a season 16, which will be a full season of them just relaxing on a beach and going on a road trip around the world, maybe solve a few little cases along the way because they can’t help it, and learn some things from foreign hunters, but overall relaxation and fun. I hope and think they’re going to see their friends to see if they’re all alright and to explain what happened. I’d like to see that in 15x20.

I can’t imagine anyone actually reading all of this, but if you did, thank you for listening. I actually loved this episode and how they ended this season. 

[superspoonie24]

BBEG

Lena is a genius but also an idiot. Alex has to save her girlfriend after Lena forgets to cover her drink at the bar. 1500 ish words of pain and a few gay ones mixed in.  💛

Warning: attempted date rape and kidnapping. Nothing fully happens, but it’s still disturbing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27220495

Alex paced back and forth across the bullpen. She was wracking her brain on what to do.

'Okay so if Lena disappeared about an hour ago that means we have 23 hours left, assuming they're going to ask for ransome. We haven't heard from them so it may not be for ransome and it could just be... No. We'll find her before it gets to that.'

"Detective Danvers," J'onn interrupted.

Alex jumped at her name. 'When did he get here?'

"My office."

"Yes sir."

Alex followed her captain to his office. He closed the blinds and gestured to the couch.

'This isn't good. He never uses the couch. Not unless he's consoling people-'

"Alex."

"Huh?" Alex shook her herself out of her thoughts. "Sorry sir."

"It's alright. Come, sit."

Alex sat down on the couch next to J'onn.

'Yup. This is definitely not good.'

"I know you're worried about her, we all are." J'onn put his hand on Alex's. "And I know you want to help."

"I don't like where you're going with this, sir."

"Listen to me." J'onn squeezed her hand. "I cannot have you working this case-"

"But J'onn!" Alex shouted.

"I said listen!" J'onn stared Alex down and she went silent. "I cannot have you working this case, as it may jeopardize the integrity of the case."

Alex stared at J'onn's face.

'He's up to something.'

"I won't let my best detective ruin her career." J'onn stood up and looked down at her. "I am ordering you to go home, and do something to occupy your mind. Maybe go hunting." J'onn winked, and it finally clicked in Alex's head.

"Understood." Alex stood up and headed for the door.

"And Alex." J'onn grabbed her hand and held it tight. He pulled her into a hug. "Go get 'em."

"Thank you," Alex whispered back.

She left his office and hopped on her bike.

'I'm coming Lena.'

***

Lena moaned at the warm feeling inside her.

"Hmm... Alex... Not tonight..."

She tried to move, but couldn't.

"Alex... I said not tonight..."

Lena tried to bring her hands down, but they wouldn't move. She slowly opened her eyes. They shot wide open upon noticing the cuffs restraining her hands and feet. She looked around, but couldn't recognize anything in the foreign room.

"What. Where am I?"

Lena started to panic. She tugged and pulled on the restraints until blood trickled down her skin.

"Easy there lil' lady."

Lena stilled at the vaguely familiar voice.

"We don't want ya hurt too much now do we?"

The owner of the voice stepped into view. He was a big guy, easily 6'3", with a big beard and a scar on his face. His flannel shirt was hanging open, and his jeans sat low on his waist.

"You're the guy from the bar."

"Aww, you 'membered me."

The man smiled and sat on the bed.

"What do you want?" Lena tried to be firm, but adrenaline was pumping through her veins.

"You o' course."

Lena shivered as he ran his rough hand up her smooth leg.

"Why?" Lena asked, hoping to buy herself some time.

"Dont ya 'member wha I told ya at the bar?" The man pulled back, still sitting on the bed.

"I remember saying no."

"And that righ' there hurt ma feelings very much." He stood up and walked around to the head of the bed.

"You're so pertty. Dem long legs and dat tight ass. How could anyone resist? Specially with dat lowcut shirt you be wearin'."

"That doesn't give you the right to do this!" Lena shouted. Anger replaced the fear flowing through her body.

"Ya know, fer a genius, you ain't dat smart."

"What do you mean?" Lena wracked her brain, but it was all foggy.

"Ya left your drink open. Makes it real easy fer a fella to drop sometin innit."

All of a sudden, Lena's memory of last night crashed into her like a bus.

"You roofied me!" Lena yelled. "Let me go!" Lena started thrashing about, not caring about the blood streaming from her wrists.

"Listen her, bench." The man grabbed her chin and held it tight. "Yer mine. And if you cause anymore trouble, I dont mind using ya dead. Got it?"

Lena swallowed and mumbled "yes".

"Good. Now give me a kiss 'fore I go."

Before Lena could do anything, his lips were on hers. She gagged at his foul breath, but managed to kiss him back.

"Don't go anywhere..."

The man laughed and closed the door.

"Alex... Hurry..."

Lena closed her eyes against the rising tears.

***

'Come on Lee..' Alex thought to herself. 'Where'd ya go?'

Alex went to Lena's apartment and looked for clues. There was nothing out of the ordinary there.

'Dammit.' Alex muttered as she hopped on her bike. 'I swear if she was at that bar again, I'm gonna kill her.'

Alex sped off into the wee hours of the morning to the dive bar Lena's known to frequent.

***

Alex ignored the cluster of catcalls that erupted when she entered the bar. She walked up to the bartender and slammed down a picture of her and Lena.

"Was she in here tonight?"

"What's it to ya?"

"Well..." Alex grabbed his tie and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "she's missing. And if I find out she was here, and you kept it from me, I'll charge you with the people who took her."

Alex could hear his gulp in the now silent room.

"Y-yes. She w-was here," the poor man stammered. "She got a drink and left with a big bearded guy a couple hours ago."

"Was she walking funny?" Alex tightened her grip on his tie.

"Y-yes. Practically leaning on the guy."

"And you didn't think to stop it? To call the police?"

"N-no." The man swallowed. "Look I'm sorry. I didn't know. I- I can give you the guy's a-address if you want?"

"Fine."

Alex released his tie and he sighed in relief before writing down the name and address.

"That can't be his real name," Alex scoffed.

"It's what's in the machine!"

"You better pray she's okay."

Alex picked up the picture and left the man quivering behind the bar. She slammed the door and hopped on her bike.

'Please be okay Lena...'

***

The door creaked open and Lena stopped all movement, even breathing.

"Oh my god. Lena!" Alex shouted as she ran over to her girlfriend.

"Alex!" Lena sighed in relief. "Please, hurry. I don't know when he'll be back."

Alex ran her hand over her forehead and smiled.

"I thought I lost you."

A single tear dropped onto Lena's cheek.

"Well what do we got here?"

Alex and Lena froze at the sick and twisted voice.

"Are ya s'posed to be this doe's mate?"

Alex turned around and faced him. She slowly moved her head up and took in the body twice her size. She kept her face firm as he stepped closer.

"Yea. What about it?"

"How cute." The man sneered. "Two does pretending they don't need a buck."

The man stepped closer until he was towering over Alex.

"Pathetic."

He placed his large hand around Alex's throat and lifted her off the ground.

"Stop it!" Lena screamed. "Don't hurt her."

Alex struggled to get out of his monstrous grasp. She kicked her feet wildly, hoping to either hit him or find something to stand on.

"Fine."

Alex crumpled to the floor, taking in ragged, desperate breaths.

"I'll come back for her later."

He grabbed Alex's cuffs and cuffed her hands around the foot of the bed.

"Right now," the man paused and climbed on the bed. "It's you I want."

Lena's mind spun as she caught the whiskey on his breath. She tried to pull back, but it was useless. He brought his hands to her tear stained blouse and ripped it open. He tore off her bra and chucked it across the room.

"Stop it!" Alex shouted, trying desperately to get up. "Leave her alone!"

"Hush doe." The man hissed. "You'll get ya turn."

Lena cried as he slid her skirt down her long, pale legs. She closed her eyes and resigned herself to this fate when the door busted open.

"NCPD PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

A fully armed rescue team came and pulled the monster off of Lena.

"Cutting it kinda close don't ya think?" Alex laughed as she rubbed her wrists.

"Hey, I'm not the one that got chained to a bed." Teased J'onn.

"Oh shut up."

Alex turned and helped Lena sit up. J'onn handed her his coat and Alex wrapped it around Lena.

"Thank you for saving me."

Lena gave Alex a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Always Lee." Alex smiled and hugged her girlfriend. "Now about that bar..."

"I know. I know. Don't go to them anymore."

"Or at the very least, cover your drink." J'onn added.

The three walked out of the house and towards the ambulance. They couldn't help but overhear the squad of cops arresting their assailant.

"BBEG, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

"BBEG?" J'onn asked.

"Big Bad Evil Guy." The lovers answered in unison.

"How do you know-"

"Kara."

[mae-gi-writes]

Deobi Playlist (EP 9) | The Boyz Imagine

Ep 9: in which Mae and Kevin try it out and Hyunjae feels ‘something’. 

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Main characters: Kevin, Juyeon, Hyunjae and OC (Mae)

Sides: the rest of The Boyz

Genre: fluff, slice of life, BROMANCE BRUH

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10 | EP 11

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The first thing that Mae spots the moment the door to her office slides open is Kevin's slim frame leaning against the corridor wall. 

She instantly pinks, clearing her throat and biting down to chew on her lower lip so as to stop herself from combusting into a fireball right then and there.

"Hey," she smoothes a self-conscious hand down the side of her head, "what's up?"

It takes everything in her not to turn around and run away as fast as she possibly can when Kevin slowly straightens from his slouch, "nothing. Just thought I'd drop by."

"Ah," she murmurs, "right."

Silence. 

She can't meet his eyes. The awkwardness stuffs up her throat and she swallows it back down in an attempt to keep her head afloat. 

"Listen I--"

"So you--"

Their voices tangle into each other as they share a panicked glance. Great, she thinks sourly to herself, as if this can't get even more awkward than it already is. 

Kevin lets out a short chuckle, "this is awkward."

"No shit."

Despite the nervous knots twisting inside her stomach, Mae can't help but notice how cute it is to see Kevin so flustered because of her. That's definitely not something that would've happened before. 

Or if it did, she wouldn't have noticed. 

"Listen Mae," he starts off slowly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck while he clears his throat, "I really don't know a whole lot about that dating stuff. All I know is that I--I like you, way more than I've ever liked anyone else before. So, uhm--yeah."

He pauses, but her silence keeps him going.

"I mean, would you want to--would you mind if we could--" he exhales shakily then, briefly squeezing his eyes shut before meeting hers, "are you doing anything right now?" 

"Nope," she replies a little too quickly and her cheeks flush a deep red at her eagerness, "I don't mind--sure, that works."

“Okay,” a small smile curves up the corner of his lips. It’s soft and slow, but it’s there and it makes her heart flutter, “I know a place.” 

Turns out that the place in question is none other than the small snack shop which took up most of their fond memories of growing up through high school and college, a place that was not only special to the pair but to their whole group of friends in general. Maybe it had been intentional on Kevin’s part so that Mae wouldn’t feel as awkward about the fact there is definitely something in the air between them, that bringing her to a familiar spot that feels like her second home would make her more at ease. In any case, Mae is more than happy to settle into her usual stool by the window with Kevin opposite her, two vacant seats at their table where Juyeon and Hyunjae would usually join. Even back then, Mae still remembers crawling to this place with Kevin in tow because of her sudden nightly cravings. They’d usually share a plate of noodles and would compete for the biggest beef slice through a competition of rock paper scissors. 

“The usual?” Kevin’s voice brings her out of her small inner monologue. She nods and busies herself with taking out the utensils from the metal can placed in the middle of the table while the young man proceeds to the counter. 

The more they chat about the most trivial things happening at work, the more comfortable Mae feels in her own skin. From shy, side-eyed glances to full on laughing about their past memories filled of drunken nights and turning up late for classes. Kevin tells her about that one time Hyunjae stumbled into pratical chemistry with only his underpants while Mae recounts the story of Juyeon’s little ‘trip’ with the joint that one of their seniors had given them as a gift. Soon enough, the chatter eases off the tension and Mae almost forgets that they are on a date, until Kevin suddenly asks: 

“Since when?”

Her forkful of noodles freezes halfway to her mouth, “Since when what?” she asks, blinking. 

“Since when have you felt this way?” Kevin doesn’t look at her, focusing on grabbing a piece of beef and stuffing it in his mouth. 

The nervousness shoots back up as though it’s never left, but Mae inhales softly, mentally steeling herself for the awkwardness that might follow. It’s okay, she thinks, it’s normal to feel awkward. It’s all new and foreign. And Kevin had been just a friend...until now. 

“Uhm...I guess it was--well, I guess it was when you--when you started dating.” 

“More specifically?” 

She coughs slightly, “Jina.” 

“What? All this time?! That was like--five years ago!” 

“Yeah well,” Mae’s cheeks are practically on fire at this point, “you know what they say, that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I think that’s what happened. With you.” 

“And here I thought I was the one who’s been crushing on you forever.” 

“It’s not a competition.” 

“Oh I know,” he grins, “I suddenly feel a lot better about myself right now though.” 

Mae chucks a napkin at his face with a scowl, “please don’t. It’s not like you were at the forefront of my mind all the time.” 

“You’re right. But you still liked me first.” 

“So?” 

“So,” Kevin has a shit-eating grin on his face, so wide that Mae has the sudden urge to smack it off. He looks so smug at this particular moment that all nervous butterflies initially roaming through her chest suddenly fall flat, “you want to know when I started liking you?” 

“Do I want to know?” 

“Of course you do. It’s an important, eye-opening moment that has led to this,” he gestured between them with his chopsticks as Mae does her best to hide the growing smile that mirrors his expression. 

“Okay,” she leans forward, “go on.” 

“For starters, you were never really my type to begin with--OUCH!” he yelps in mid-explanation when Mae’s hand shoots out to slap his shoulder. He rubs his shoulder while throwing her a puppy-eyed expression, “I’m just telling the truth, woman!”

“That’s not really the right way to showcase your love now, is it?” 

“You didn’t even let me finish. I was going to say that the more we spent time together, you kinda grew on me, and--and that I just really appreciated you helping me out through those late nights.” 

“You mean, when we worked our butts off to get decent B grades?” 

“When I worked my butt off to get a decent B grade. You were fine. You didn’t need to spend as much time as I did. You understood things quickly. Yet, you stayed and helped me.” 

Mae shrugs then, “isn’t that normal?” 

“It’s not only that though,” Kevin continues, voice softening as he allows the memories to flow through him, “it’s all the little things you did, for all of us. Like how you brought Juyeon’s lunch for a whole semester straight because he didn’t have time to cook. Or how you left your notes for Hyunjae when we had the same test the next day, because you knew he needed it the most. Or how you’d always bring over congee -- fair enough it wasn’t the best made congee-- whenever one of us fell sick.” 

“That’s just what friends do,” Mae is quick to protest as her neck prickles with embarrassment, “I don’t think--” 

“That’s exactly why I like you so much,” he blurts out. 

Heart skipping inside her chest, Mae bites the inside of her cheek as she dips her head down so as to avoid his gaze. She isn’t used to all this attention about how she does things, about her behaviour and her actions, but somehow Kevin pointing them all out as though it’s something as rare as a special jewel causes her chest to tighten with part embarrassment and part affection for the said man. 

Hearing someone appreciate all the little things she does, as small as they were, makes her glow with happiness. 

“You--I--You’re not--” she fumbles over her words like a child walking for the first time, “You’re not very smooth.” 

“Oh I know,” Kevin replies with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you want smooth? Hyunjae is smooth.” 

“What happened to you being so embarrassed about your crush that you had to hide?” Mae shoots back in hopes that this will make him falter. 

“Yeah I guess I was embarrassed,” placing his elbow on the table and allowing his head to rest onto his palm, he says, “and teasing you just makes it fun.” 

“Oh shut up, Kevin.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

“I said shut up.” 

Her face flames when he reaches out and pinches her cheek without warning, “you’re so cute.”

“S-Stop it!” 

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Bam! WHOOSH! KAPOW! 

Hyunjae’s fingers move at lightning speed over his keyboard as he tackles monster after monster appearing before him in the arena. Eyes flitting back and forth and working with a coordination that only experienced gamers would have, he doesn’t even flinch upon feeling the familiar buzz of his phone chiming from his pants’ pocket. 

He tries to ignore it at first, knowing that he’s off for the night shift. That leaves his friends or his mother, and that definitely can wait after the game. 

But the buzzing is insistent and with a strained sight, the GP pauses his game before fishing the device out of his pocket only to notice the name blinking on his phone screen. 

Sarang. 

He debates for a few seconds. Should he call her back? Should he just take it? But he’s really not up for socializing at this time of night. It’s late, and he doesn’t feel like communicating with humans much.

But then, something -- guilt maybe -- wriggles at the back of his mind. He sighs once more, before accepting the call and pressing it to his ear. 

“Yes?” he leans back in his chair, legs extended before him. 

“Hyunjae,” Sarang’s voice echoes at the other end of the line, “What’s up?” 

Hyunjae spares a glance at the computer screen, “nothing. Why?” 

Lies, his mind nudges him. He ignores it.

“You at the hospital right now?” 

“Yeah. Why?” 

“I have tteokbokki for you.” 

He straightens up instantly, “you’re joking!” 

“Nuhuh. Come on out.” 

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He practically bolts out of his office, down the corridor and out of the main doors before his eyes settle upon the figure waiting at the front of the entrance, decked in yoga pants and a sports jacket that gives the illusion that Sarang has just gotten out of a tough workout at the gym. 

She spots him almost instantly, before waving. He jogs over until he’s just a few meters away, “what brings you to this side of the neighbourhood?” he asks, nose already twitching at the scent of fresh tteokbokki seeping from the plastic bag in her hands. 

Sarang offers the bag out to him, “I was trying out a new gym in the same area. So I decided to drop by, see how you were doing.” 

“Aw you’re so sweet. Careful or your mother might really think you’re into me.” 

“What if I am?” 

He blinks, “what?” 

Sarang bursts into laughter, “joking, Hyunjae. Relax.” 

“What’s so bad about me?” the said man huffs, slightly offended that she’d diss him so casually when he prides himself in being quite a catch, if he can say so himself.

Catching the soft smile playing at the corner of her lips, he can’t help but mirror her expression, “nothing bad,” she says, “let’s just say that I crossed you out the moment my mother told me that you were going to be my blind date.” 

“Trust me honey, that’s exactly what I did.” 

“I’m not offended. Why are you?” 

“Do you know how many women want this?” Hyunjae wildly gestures towards his body in a mocking manner, “they’re head over heels for me!” 

“Sure, sure,” she shakes her head with a short chuckle, “do you work late tonight?” 

“Nah. I have a night off.” 

“Cool. Want to share the tteokbokki with me then?” 

“Like--right now?” 

“Why? Are you doing anything important?” 

Hyunjae’s mind flits back to his game for a moment, still unsaved. But he guesses that it can wait, considering that Sarang has come all this way just to deliver this dish. And it would be rude not to share it with her, right? That’s only what he’s doing, he’s only being polite. 

Though his heart tugs slightly at the thought that maybe he genuinely enjoys spending time with her. He brushes it off. Not the time, Hyunjae.

“Nope,” his mouth shoots off a response before his brain can actually process it, “wanna go eat it at the park?” 

Sarang grins, “sure.” 

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