#already in a shit mood cause i'm stressing about work

[littlemouserat]

So my laptop has no sound with no one knowing how to fix it, and now my tv has decided to stop working. FUckInG GREAT!!!!!!!

[meirimerens]

how do i save money as a college student? there are cafes at every corner luring me in with coffee and food. cooking in a dormitory kitchen can be stressful (there are other people there sometimes), i generally don't enjoy the process of cooking, and the ouroboros of dirtying and washing the dishes is exhausting. i've moved to making coffee at home (grinding the rocally loasted beans), but still sometimes buy takeout coffee during classes to lift my mood 'cause education is eating my soul alive.

i will likely not have the bestest of tips because 1) my living situation is different from yours and i can tell you not dealing with dormitory kitchen nightmares actually helps a lot 2) i'm gonna be saying stuff you will not like. but you might have to hear it regardless.

full disclaimer as far as "saving money": i have worked fulltime all summer and was living at my parents' at the time, who would legitimately look at me with horrified eyes if i implied i wanted to pay a rent in my own house. i also am currently working (part-time) and, due to my low income, i qualify for multiple types of government aid. a tip: if there is anything like that in your country just apply apply take em take em all. even if it ain't much just take it. i also live very close to some of the cheapest supermarket chains in my country, which might not be the case for you.

now here are tips, including things you won't like hearing:

you're just gonna have to be neutral towards cooking. you don't even have to like it. just be neutral. you're also gonna have to be neutral about doing the dishes. is it sisyphian in nature? yes. is it a normal part of being an adult? also yes. you're not always gonna have mommy to do your dishes for you. partners and friends are not dishwashing machines. in the same way you have to become neutral with being alone like in your life in general for your own peace of mind, you have to become neutral with cooking and cleaning.

plan your meals for the week and ONLY GO SHOPPING FOR WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED. this video got me on that grind and this is how i'm handling food way better this year than i was the first time i was on my own. you might have to stock up on "essentials" (at least a cooking oil such as olive or canola, salt, pepper, some spices that you can fw with, depending on the cuisines you fw some soy sauce,...). if you go shopping without a set bunch of ideas, your food will go bad before you eat it. or you'll try to eat it by making shit up and you will be disappointed and it will put you off from cooking.

related to above: look up low-effort recipes. look up shit like "student meals" "one pot meal", "easy lunch", stuff of the sort. save them their dedicated youtube playlist. and then do them. do a one-pot recipe, eat in the pot, have leftovers, that you keep in the pot, cover it with film, put in fridge, and eat the rest, from the pot, another day. less cleaning up.

speaking of cleaning up: check out this video. it will not make washing dishes any more enjoyable like you won't yippiiii kick your feet in glee but it might at least make it suck a little less.

get on what my dad calls "cuisine de célibataire" or "bachelor's [maidenless] cooking". it's bullshit meals that you can whip out quickly. typically in my case it's recipes i found online that i lower the effort for even more. doesn't have to be cute doesn't have to be fancy it needs to be nourishing and good enough that you'll want to eat it.

also kinda sucks if you're a meat eater and goddamn i could go for a marinated chicken breast rn but lower your meat consumption if it's not already done. the world is so beautiful these days that you can find plenty of vegetarian or even vegan meals that don't suck. i really like pickup limes' recipes. her cherry tomato orzo recipe entered my regular rotation, sometimes i swap out the orzo for pasta, or the cherry tomatoes for normal tomatoes, or i make it soupy, whatever. make sure you still get protein because otherwise your brain and body will hate you like for real for real, but thankfully chickpeas and lentils can be very versatile & also tasty & pretty cheap.

leftovers. always do more than you think you'll need. if you want to cook for 2 meals, actually make a portion for 3.

now this is a part that just sucks. won't even lie to you. just sucks. to quote marx "The less you eat, drink, buy books, go to the theatre or to balls, or to the pub, and the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you will be able to save and the greater will become your treasure which neither moth nor rust will corrupt—your capital. The less you are, the less you express your life, the more you have, the greater is your alienated life and the greater is the saving of your alienated being." the one way to save money in this world is to deprive yourself of stuff. means not buying clothes you would like but don't necessarily need. not getting little treats as often as you're used to. it just sucks. won't lie.

related to above and to little treat : make of the treat more a Reproducible Vibe than something you systematically buy. my little treat is a biweekly (as in one every fortnight) boba tea (the cheapest they have on the menu). but between these, i still must have a treat to keep myself from going nuts. this i do by making a tea of mine, from my stash that i would have regardless, and make it a little bit fancier. sweeter than i usually have it in the morning. and with a little cookie. i buy the pack of cookies regardless because i will snack on it over the span of the week/the two weeks it takes me to finish, but it is the combination of sweet tea + cookie dipped in the tea (very important) that constitute The Treat. The Treat for me can also be lying down in the middle of the day with my glasses off.

resist the temptation. even if it fucking sucks so so bad and i'm aware of it. but if you try to save money, you won't do it by spending it on stuff.

tried to word it in a way that doesn't make it sound kinda erotic and failed but basically the harder you resist the temptation the better it feels when you give in some days if not a week or weeks after the first desire crept upon you. makes it special 💋 or so help me god

on god it's gonna be okay in the end and if it's not okay it's not the end. AFFIRM!!!!!

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Post confession shenanigans- one shot

A/N: Whoops. My fingers slipped. Minors be gone. My fluff is not for you. If you like my content, leave a like, reblog, or even a follow! I don't write often but when I do... It's something lol.

Summary: Omega gets up to shenanigans after Terzo holds confession.

Warnings: None. Fluff and tickles. Sappy. Old men in love.

Note: Anrath is what I and my bf use for Omega's demonic name.

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Well, that had taken longer than Terzo expected. Confession was usually an hour, but there were more siblings of sin that attended this time. Therefore, it was close to two hours before everything was finished. Internally, he was fretting.

He was supposed to have lunch with Omega and his duties cut into their time together. Terzo sighed, removing his mitre from his head, running his fingers through his hair. He hoped his beloved would understand. Of course Omega would, but worry still gnawed away in the back of his mind.

Just as he began to descend the pulpit steps, Omega was just suddenly there, giving the smaller man a fright. His ghoul was good for just creeping into rooms, not announcing his presence. It never failed to cause one to jump.

"Amore!" Terzo gasped, followed by a breathless chuckle, placing a hand over his now pounding heart.

"I was about to come find you!"

The demon crossed his arms with a snort, a puff of smoke exhaling from his nostrils. He wasn't genuinely annoyed with his lover, Terzo could see that. But he was still going to give the anti-pope some playful shit. And yeah, it was an excuse for Omega to get his hands on him and make him laugh, but Terzo didn't need to know about that part.

Though he suspected that was known already. After all, the recent discovery of Terzo being ticklish had been absolutely delicious. Omega had rarely heard him laugh like that before and like a high, he wanted to hear it more. He practically chased after it. It was no secret he could hardly keep his claws off of Terzo.

The mortal gave Omega an apologetic look, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm sorry, caro. There were more than I initially realized. Let's go have our meal now, yes?"

Omega smirked, his scorpion tail swaying eagerly behind him. His fingers twitched with need.

"We don't have to leave. You look more appetizing, so I'll just eat you instead."

Terzo went to make a sexual quip of sorts, but it was quickly forgotten and dropped, when he felt Omega's face against his neck, huffing, and lightly nibbling the sensitive flesh. In an instant, the poor man found himself giggling helplessly.

"Oh, God damn it!" He snickered, now trying to hold back his laughter. "Again?!"

"Yes." Omega grinned against his neck, using his claws to softly draw circles into Terzo's ribs.

Terzo jolted, laughter beginning to grow just a little louder much to his annoyance. He hated the sound of it. He hated how much it sounded like Nihil's despite Omega's insistence that it did not. If anything, it was more similar to Copia's- not that Terzo thought it was much better.

"Amore, please!" His voice higher than it normally was, his words being broken up more and more, by his giggles.

His knees began to give out, causing Omega to guide him to sit on the altar railing. The ghoul's tail hadn't stopped wagging since his favorite sound had started. Omega's pupils were round and large, indicating his playful mood, as well as his adoration towards his papa.

"Oh come on! You've been so stressed! Let me take care of you, before we eat!"

Terzo felt those devious claws, scribbling at his stomach through his papal robes. A peal of high pitched laughter rang through the sanctuary like a bell. It was here, the couple seemingly shared a thought, locking eyes with the other, though Terzo's gaze was more flustered.

They had both heard the way the mortal's laughter bounced and echoed off of the walls, repeating and reverberating Terzo's mirth. And Omega now planned to milk this little situation for all it was worth. His claws worked faster now, causing giggles to quickly turn into those witch cackles that the ghoul loved so much.

Terzo tried to push the larger being away but it was in vain. At most, this just caused Omega to simply chuckle before nuzzling back into the crook of his mate's neck, purring as he spread kisses along the length.

The pope star's face which was previously a light pink color, now flushed a deep red as his cackles began to sound squeaky.

"Anraaath!" Terzo whined in between giggles, now trying to preserve what dignity he had left, attempting to cover his face.

Omega felt another surge of both euphoria and a term the ghouls coined, known as 'cuteness aggression.'

"Stop being so fucking cute!" He growled playfully, claws suddenly attaching themselves to Terzo's hips.

He knew from prior experience that his beloved, dramatic human couldn't handle being tickled for very long. So, he always ended with a finale of going for Terzo's hips and making the poor man completely lose his shit.

"Wait- DON'T!" Terzo practically squealed as Omega rapidly- though with the utmost gentleness- squeezed and kneaded his hips.

The ensuing hysteria, complete with cackles, snorts, and squeaks was music to the guitarist's ears. He was completely enamored by his beloved's laughter, drinking in every second of it and Terzo's smile.

Terzo kicked his legs, his hands holding Omega's wrists but not pushing them away. Now this was curious... Could he not push them away, due to his depleting strength? Or did he not want to push them away? The new observation was mentally noted, and Omega would figure it out eventually.

For now, the claws ceased their attack, finally taking mercy on the anti pope. The ghoul admired Terzo's now messy hair, and red cheeks. His tail did not stop wagging. He purred, nosing and nuzzling the man's cheek.

"Forgive me, my love?" Omega chuckled.

Terzo sighed after his final chortles fizzled out, glaring up at Omega with faux anger.

"That wasn't necessary, Anrath!" He pretended to pout, unsteadily getting to his feet.

Omega pulled him against his side, bringing Terzo's knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

"Hearing you laugh is always a necessity. I got my fill... For now. Come on, let's go eat. I'll even make dessert to make it up to you!"

Terzo crinkled his nose playfully at the ghoul. "Humph! You'd better!"

Oh, he intended to. Only the best chocolate and sweets for his tesoro.

"You're such a drama queen," Omega chuckled. "But I adore you."

The front man smiled bashfully, interlacing his fingers with his husband's.

"I love you too," he muttered.

For the third time that day, Terzo felt his heart flutter.

[chunkymamatam]

Hi! It's me again lol and I'm back with questions. Please feel free to answer the questions you want to answer only, and don't feel as if you have to answer any or all. This is mostly a twst related ask btw:)

How did it feel to you? (aka just what went through your mind when you first shifted to twisted wonderland) and do you do the same thing/method every time you shift? I know that I always affirm and that's what I enjoy the most and feel like progress is being made whether I shift or not, it's just calming to me hehe.

Is the food good? Do you have any favorite foods that aren't in this reality but are in twst? Oh and of course the opposite as well, anything you don't like.

With it being a college version is anything particularly different?

Is there anyone you enjoy hanging out with more? I know I want to go to twisted wonderland because it seems fun(though stressful too) but also cause I really like Floyd and want to be around him. So if you can say anything about how he is or acts around you or others that would be wonderful to hear about.

Last question! Is there anything you suggest to script or at least prepare for in regards to shifting to twisted wonderland? I know the overblot situations will be stressful, but this is mostly like general things such as the ghosts don't bother you too much, Crowley gives you money, etc. Thank you in advance for your response!

Sorry For only responding now, I've been having a really bad time with my mental health.

That's a great question. It's dizzying tbh. It's like being yoinked from your physical body, spun on a wheel then yeeted back into physicality. I don't really use a method but yeah I do the same thing every night unless I get it in my ass to actually try a method lol

The food is delicious. I'm the kind of autism to not try anything I'm not familiar with unless I'm either forced to or in the adventurous mood and that has not happened yet. I wonder if Idia has the Miku Ramen now that I'm thinking about weird food

Yeah its definitely different than High School lmfao some classes mix years, there's a sound to signify the change of classes but it's not like it rules when you're dismissed also they're a lot more lenient when it comes to things like going to the bathroom. also this one is important as a disabled person, get this, they actually listen to you when you say you need something health wise. Crazy right? /s It's nice honestly. Like yeah some profs are harder on you than others but at the end of the day they'd prefer you to take care of your health and not die.

Tbh my favorite people to hang out with are the Octavinelle Trio(I work at the lounge), Leona, Vil, and Malleus. They're great honestly.

I definitely suggest you script you can't die from the overblots because that shit is more than stressful they will literally try to take you out. Also that Sam gives you his best deals because fuck man. he's great but he's breaking my bank. If you wanna join the SDC Make sure you script that either Vil/Rook see potential or you're decent at singing and dancing(lest you already have that talent, in that case slay honestly )

[leonenjoyer69]

May I hear some HCs in regards to Jekyll and Hyde? 🤣

Of course!!

I read a fic where Hyde played the piano and I absolutely live for that. Jekyll probably got lessons or something when he was younger, but quickly dropped it on account of focusing on his studies. Hyde though? He ABSOLUTELY whips out some killer ragtime songs at bars (or anywhere with a piano OR reed organ, honestly) when he feels like showing off or bringing up the mood. Like, I imagine him to have the same energy as Will Wood when playing (speed and enthusiasm wise, here's a good video for reference lmao)

On the flip side, Jekyll sings/hums to himself when mindlessly doing things (like cleaning up) and when bathing. Usually Scottish ballads, but he's also picked up some more popular British ones from Hyde. Hyde also sometimes asks Jekyll to sing to whatever he's playing, and if Jekylls in a particularly good mood, with some coaxing, he'll give in.

Jekyll had to give Hyde his own little journal so he would stop defacing the journal he kept his experimental logs in. Hyde still uses it, and is actually on his second journal of shitty doodles. He likes to leave it open on pages with mean doodles of Jekyll, or obscene things he knows will make the other flustered, just to get a little rise out of the man.

Hyde has tried bringing some of the nicer street rats back to the society to keep as a 'pet' (he wanted to try and train one to attack and do things he says) but Jekyll has thankfully put a stop to that every time.

Jekyll's eyes before the potion were just a really pretty brown and only got that deep red color after. Surprisingly, no one really asked about it because of how his eyes already shone in the light.

Jekyll starts slipping into his Glaswegian accent when he's super drunk or angry (and when he's more sleep deprived than usual). It also slips into Hyde's voice a bit in high stress moments. At one point, Hyde got hit pretty nasty in the head and could only speak Glaswegian for a good few hours. Jekyll forced him to isolate, as to keep it a secret, and led him through brewing something to help. He didn't complain much about the few things that got broken, but he did scold Hyde for biting off more than he could chew (and for leaving him with such a horrible headache that he couldn't get rid of).

Hyde is surprisingly clumsy when he's not roof hopping. He's the type of mf to fall up the stairs. I'm also a firm believer that he does that ADHD walk thing where he just twists his body around tables and corners and such, along with drifting a bit while he walks (which has made him bump into many people, causing fights). Jekyll on the other hand? Yeah, he's got that high society gait and is super thoughtful about how he moves, but he also just runs into shit. Generally it's when he's alone and/or working (or super tired and weak), but there have been a handful of instances where he did it around Lanyon or Rachel that he still gets embarrassed thinking about (the bloody nose he had one time in front of Lanyon was not fun).

Anyways, that's all I really have rn, thank you for asking!!! :33

[vacuously-true]

I'm trying really hard to practice not having opinions about stuff that's not worth my time and energy.

I don't have enough information on that public issue to form an opinion and it is not worth my time or energy to research it and form an opinion when there are already experts working on it and journalists reporting expert findings.

We need to make this team decision but I don't actually have an opinion about it and I can see that other people do so how about y'all just sort it out and tell me the decision and I'll abide by it. If none of you have opinions on it or if you do and can't agree, sure I'm willing to think about it and come up with something if it's helpful, but unless you need me to I don't mind just not having a say in this one. It could make the decision easier to reach and I can do other stuff with my time.

Why do I need to have an opinion on pineapple on pizza or what counts as a sandwich or whatever. Who cares. I have other things to spend my time and energy and decision making points on. I don't enjoy being fake mad about stupid fake questions as much as I used to. Like sometimes it's still fun to have silly arguments but sometimes it's not and I'm just not gonna do it when I'm not in the mood anymore. Fake arguments get me for-real agitated and that spills over into whatever else I'm doing. No thank you.

Me having an opinion on that subject benefits no one. It is so far removed from me and the people I interact with and the people they interact with. It is so far removed from the realm of things I have the proximity to and resources to control. I cannot impact the situation. Having an opinion on this will not benefit anyone and will waste my time and energy. I am going to go think about something else now.

This needs done and actually I do kinda have an opinion about the best way to do it but I don't have the time or energy to do it myself so I'm going to ask someone else to do it and they may or may not do it the way I would have done it but they will do it fine and it will be done and that's what's important. And maybe they'll do it better than I would have. I don't actually know everything, even if I did have opinions on everything.

Et cetera

Like I'm just so stressed. And I don't need to be. I don't need to think about half the things I think about right now. Maybe more. There's so much pressure to have a Take on everything. I don't want to. The projects and causes I do contribute to regarding things I do have opinions about are better off when I focus on them and not on other stuff I cannot do anything about. I'm trying to stop being a perfectionist about, like, the whole world. Not everything needs my input. I don't need everything to be perfect, I don't need everything to be my idea of perfect.

I don't mean I don't care about stuff. Or that I am going to pretend not to have an opinion on like, human rights. I just mean I'm trying to be really careful about where I allocate my limited time and energy and decision making points. I just think I'm going to be able to do the most good when I focus on the things I know well enough to be informed about and make a difference in. I just think I'm going to feel less anxious if I just choose not to stress about some stuff I can't or won't actually do anything about. Like come on. I'm tired. I'm doing a lot. I don't care. I gotta let myself just not give a shit sometimes. It's hard but I really think I have to try it.

[lieutenantselnia]

Me seeing everyone posting their selfshiptober things like how do you manage to crank out something new every day😭 /nm Meanwhile I don't even find the time to sit down in peace to read them🥺 I hope I can eventually but it will probably be more or less belated

I started my master's programme a few weeks ago and most classes have been really fun and interesting so far! But I'm also trying to keep up with assignments from the beginning on, so my hobbies get pushed back a bit🥲 (Plus I still have my bachelor's exam to do at the end of this month so yay that'll probably be some additional stress too) Unfortunately though my usual train route got completely fucked over in the floodings last month (and the repairs will likely take literal months which sucks massively💀), and although they finally set up a replacement bus line it doesn't help that much because the times are super inconvenient for most of my classes, because I'd either be late every time or like almost an hour early (but not enough to actually use the time productively) and it would just waste so much time - same for going home because the bus usually leaves like <10 minutes after my classes and and that's not enough time to walk to the station. Unless I want to waste a lot of time I have to drive on most days now and although I can manage it just annoys me because it was usually much more comfortable to go at least part of the way by train before all of this (plus more driving = more fuel usage = more costs💀).

At least I think I'm starting to get better again with my time management though; I struggled quite a lot with it during the past year which I believe was mostly caused by my overall mental well-being not being great, mostly due to stress, and that kind of spiralled a bit because the less I worse I could manage my time the more stressed I became🫠 Now I started again to write time plans for every day, like the evening before I sit down and think about everything that I need to do and time-block things (eg from 9:00 to 11:00 I'm working on my compositing assignment, from 11:00 to 13:00 I have time to draw), and it's been helping me so much like holy shit?? I actually already used to do this like 2 years ago or so and I honestly don't understand why I stopped because when I did everything kinda turned to worse. I try to not overdo it though, like sometimes I'll also just write something like "free time" or "chilling" so I can decide more spontanously depending on my mood, but overall it just helps me so much because otherwise I'm way too stressed thinking over all the things I should do or could do, and I just sit there thinking about doing things but not actually doing them. But having a prewritten plan where these thoughts are actually sorted and that I can also look up anytime just makes it so much easier, plus it's very satisfying to click that little checkbox every time I'm done with something :)

[ghostbusterscantcatchme]

(okay no idea if youve seen it yet But) THE TRAINEE !!!!!!!!!!

ryan my beloved . hes literally So Me its insane. his demeanor in general like hes constantly expecting someone to yell at him out of nowhere !!!! the horrified expression when the phone started ringing !!!! the going above and beyond just to prove that hes not as incompetent as he seems !!!! the way he started crying Before he told jane what the problem even was !!!! he is me i am him like Holy Shit

the way i think we all thought jane was gonna say something to him to make him cry but thank Fuck that wasnt the case i was Dreading watching the last part of the episode for a While just bc of that 😭😭

also . the way he So Seriously looked jane in the eye and told him what the casting team member or whoever he was on the phone with said with that fucking high pitched voice ??? he was not joking or anything he really just. did that . i Love him so much already lol

and the way he was jumping all fucken ecstatic & shit at the end ???? after assisting in the scoring of that literal goal after jane told him he assisted in scoring a metaphorical one ???? the cutest shit ever . what the hell

+ jane . !!!!!! s;jakdlsjflajdjkslflsk . what a guy !!!! what do i even say i just think hes neat okay !!!!!

it came out while I was asleep and then i had to wait a whole other day cause of family (whyyy) but i have now seen it omg

ryan is such a mood, but also I really want to know some backstory because my guy is so scared so often. not wanting to pick up the phone is so me at work haha.

honestly i'm so glad ryan got a break in this episode and we got to see a nicer part of jane, the chemistry is building. honestly i love jane, my guy is so stressed.

ryan doing the voices made me crack up omfg. i actually can't its so funny, we better get more of this. actually just more of everything about him, he is the cutest and i love seeing him so happy and estatic when he does something right and is praised for it.

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 26

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,544

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul�� who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON

T'Challa shows you all to where Vision will be kept in one of the safest and best hidden facilities within Wakanda. Even if his location is discovered here, this lab rests on a tall mountainside, so in theory at least, no massive spaceships will be able to land. They'll instead be forced to go miles out into some fields where your own army will be waiting, effectively putting a comfortable distance between enemy and friend (if all goes according to plan, that is).

"Shuri, this is (Y/n)," Although the overall mood of the room is rushed and laced with stress, Bucky seems to find a temporary distraction from it all as he drags you over to the Wakanda Princess seconds after she finishes talking with T'Challa. You've seen her before, of course, sometimes in the background of your shared video calls with Bucky, yet this is the first time you've officially gotten to speak directly to each other.

"Sooo, I take it you're the one I have to thank for going through the torture of teaching this old man how to FaceTime?"

"Unfortunately. It was a true test of patience if I've ever had one!" The young girl groans dramatically, but her mocked annoyance quickly melts away into a similar smile as your own, "Although I must say, that hell was preferable compared to listening to him mope about you all the time."

"Mope, eh?" You smirk, glancing at Bucky who grumbles.

"...I didn't 'mope'..."

Shuri takes no shame in embarrassing him, in fact she's eager to keep it up, "Yes, he moped aaall the time! Day in and day out, just wandering about my lab pouting about 'his (Y/n)' and how much he misses you. It was to the point that I couldn't get any work done! Finally, I got so tired of it that I gave him that tablet to talk to you with - just like turning on cartoons to distract a toddler!"

Bucky glares at Shuri, his cheeks a red hue, but you simply laugh while snuggling up to his arm, "Well, I suppose I can't judge. I was pretty mopey myself back then. I'm honored to be missed."

This makes him smile bashfully, however you don't miss the way his shy joy fades into a more dejected stare as soon as you look up with a teasing flutter of your eyelashes only for him to quickly dodge your gaze.

While he makes no attempt to move his arm away from you, that distant look on his face doesn't exactly make your actions feel welcomed, thus you're quick to step away, putting a safer space between the two of you. If it wasn't for a more dire situation being at hand and the fact that this room is filled with people, many of whom you either don't or barely know, you would've asked him what's on his mind, yet you end up storing the question in the back of your mind for later instead.

There, you nearly forget about it while trying to focus on Vision's neutron connections as Shuri scans them. In her opinion, while Tony and Bruce did well enough to make Vision functional given the whole 'Ultron time-crunch' they were racing against, in a moment like this where the stone needs to be fully removed, they did a pretty...shit job, to be nice. Even Shuri, with her seemingly endless intelligence, estimates that it'll take her quite a bit of time to get this task finished without accidentally causing any circuit failures.

"How long do you need?"

"As long as you can give me."

Sometimes it feels like the universe truly is against all of you. Seconds after Shuri's sentence, Okoye receives an alert that something has entered the atmosphere. You swear, you can hear a collective inhale as everyone already assumes what 'something' must be, however no one reacts too outwardly aside from that, in fact the whole room is rather calm as they move to the large windows overlooking a vast amount of land beyond the mountainside, eyes tilted towards the sky in preparation for an attack to rain down upon your heads.

"Isn't there a dome covering most of the city?" Bucky asks, appearing to be relatively relaxed given the situation. He must have faith in their systems. Going off all the wonderful technology you've seen thus far in Wakanda, you wouldn't be surprised if they do have some super high-tech way to keep Thanos out.

"Yes, but it stops just before those trees out there," T'Challa answers.

Outside, giant ships collide with seemingly nothing in the air hundreds of feet above; the dome Bucky must've been referring to. This facility itself must have excellent soundproof walls, though, because even as those massive spacecraft crash into an explosion of flaming pieces that would surely be booming enough to make your heart leap, you hear nothing. Regardless, your heart does spin a bit as you witness several ships safely land in the forest where the dome ends one after another until you can no longer care to keep counting; that won't make you feel any better.

"We're out of time. We must destroy the stone now," Vision decides, or at least attempts to.

"Vision, get your ass back on the table," Natasha orders, her voice stern which makes it clear she won't be taking any objections.

"We'll buy you time," T'Challa announces calmly, glancing at Steve who gives him a slight nod before turning to the rest of you.

"(Y/n), you stay here and help Shuri get that stone out of Vision's head as quickly as possible. Wanda, once they do that, you blow the thing to hell, got it?"

You both nod without hesitation, after which you turn on your heel, accidently walking directly into Bucky's chest. His hands find themselves on the sides of your arms, pushing you back to look into your eyes, "Don't leave this lab."

"I won't," You almost follow with a snarky remark, something along the lines of you being capable enough to follow simple commands, but by the time you take in a deep breath, you find yourself with no strength to be ornery, "Preferably you wouldn't either...but I'm guessing that's not an option here?"

He frowns and shakes his head, "...I gotta help."

"...I know you do," You whisper before throwing your arms over his shoulders and bringing him into a tight embrace only comparable to the one you gave him not even an hour ago upon reuniting...It hasn't even been a full hour yet and he's already going off on his own again, "You come back to me, James."

Bucky scolds into your hair, his warm breath brushing your skin, "Didn't I come back the last time?"

"I think I technically came to you," You close your eyes and sigh, "...But I'm sure there must've been some point where you've come back to me...Let's just make it a habit. You'll go off for a little bit then get your ass your right back here so that I don't have to start missing you too much."

"How about I return so quickly you don't even have the chance to start missing me, huh?"

You shake your head, the movement restricted due to your face being pressed so closely to his chest, "...Impossible. I'ma gonna miss you the second you step away from this hug, Sarge..."

Bucky frowns, holding you a bit tighter. Everyone else is filing out of the room one by one in a hurry. He should really be following them, however there isn't a single bone in his body that actually wants to. He'd much rather stay here in the labs even if he wouldn't be of any help. At least he'd be able to keep a watchful eye over you to ensure no harm comes your way.

Truthfully, he doesn't like that Steve brought you here. You'd be much safer in New York, not mixed in with all this 'possible end of the world' crap. Now you're right in the middle of it and will be working in the exact same spot Thanos will be aiming for. Bucky wouldn't want to offend you or anything, but you're not exactly going to be a threat to any of those aliens if they come knocking. Then again, that's exactly why Steve brought you here. Your skill lies with your smarts. You can help get that stone destroyed without costing Vision. Bucky just prays it doesn't cost you any. He's already lost Hollie. He can't lose you, too.

"This is absolutely adorable and all - I'm really happy for you both, but we're kinda in the middle of something here," Shuri rolls her eyes while tapping away at her hologram to get everything set up.

Clearing your throat, you reluctantly step away from Bucky, although you keep your hands together and give him a serious look, "I mean it, James. Come back or else I go out there looking for you, and if it comes down to that, you know I'll be pissed. Between Tony and you, my hair might turn completely white by the end of the day."

"Trust me, darling. I already spent two years away from you. I ain't looking to add to that any time soon," Bucky whispers, slightly dipping his head yet stopping himself short during the action.

Oh, how much he wants to just kiss your forehead at the least. That's not so bad, is it? One could argue it's merely a display of platonic care, understandable given these stressful circumstances. Still, it feels a bit too intimate to justify. He's tempted, but not confident. Ashamed, but somewhat selfish. He hasn't seen you for two years, after all - Well, he's seen you over video calls, however that hardly counts.

Maybe you've come here because Steve asked. Maybe you're here to save the world because despite your nonchalant attitude, you've always had an heroic heart. Of course, Bucky likes to believe you just came here for him. He wanted to believe that, anyways, when you first ran over with that beaming smile and leap right into his arms.

You've stuck by his side, rarely giving anyone else the time of day despite being in this miraculous country that's right up your alley. It's all been obsolete in comparison to Bucky who you look at as if he holds your entire world - a glittering to your eyes and dreamy grin upon your lips that make up an expression he hasn't seen in decades.

It makes Bucky bitterly wonder if you look at your fiancé the same way. No, that look would surely be different. Whoever that man is, he must not hold your entire world, he must be it. After all, he has to be truly something spectacular if you love him. You choose him, after all, judging on the fact that you've proudly been wearing a ring on your finger since arriving here.

Bucky can't ignore his hate for that cold chill whenever it brushes his skin when holding hands. Forget Steve bringing you, what kind of fiancé lets his one-of-a-kind partner risk their life in a place like this? If it were him, even if an ordinary civilian with no powers whatsoever, he would still be following you to the pits of hell just to ensure your safety...Some fiancé you have...

"...James?"

"Hmm?" He blinks, realizing that he's been spacing out a bit.

You're frowning at him, your eyes holding a precious amount of concern for your 'friend', "...You're certain that you're okay? You don't have to go out there if you don't want to. I won't let anyone make you -"

"- No...No, I'm good. I just..." He trails off, finally saying 'to hell with it' and lifting your hand to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Fuck what your fiancé might think. As far as Bucky's concerned, he's been through enough with you to at least earn a knuckle kiss, "Be safe."

"I will. I'll stay right here until you get back," You then let your famous smirk tug at your lips - the one that never fails to strike his heart, "This would be a good point to remind you: you owe me an in-person tour of Wakanda and I expect to be able to pet every single goat you own."

"I look forward to it."

From bad to worse is how the whole ‘fighting Thanos and protecting Vision’ fiasco went, although in the beginning, you focused primarily on the task of helping Shuri with whatever she needed. A double check of her calculations? An extra hand? The passing of a specific tool? You were there, glad to have something better to do than chew on your nails. Together, you worked fast - as fast as you both could without risking a mistake that could possibly harm Vision.

Despite the room being covered in windows and the pull you continuously felt towards them, you refused to take a peek at the commotion outside. You kept your back turned to them instead of giving into that desire, not daring enough to concern yourself with the others because that would only make you worry and worry only results in mistakes; mistakes you couldn’t afford.

As much as you attempted to ignore it, you could tell the war out there wasn’t going well based on Wanda’s actions. She was possibly the only person in the room more anxious than yourself, being rather fidgety from the start while fretting every second over the robot she loves. Her pain was understood, but you did have to shoo her aside eventually when her hovering became a nuisance. After that, she took to standing by the windows, growing increasingly concerned about the battle happening outside until she suddenly rushed out of the room with little explanation. You didn’t truly need one to conclude her reasoning, though.

They’re struggling out there. Even from the mountain lab, you could hear the distant echo of war growing louder…Bucky and all your friends were in danger and all you could do was suck it up while continuing to work, hoping Shuri and your own efforts wouldn’t be in vain. So much for that…

It became impossible not to worry when shouts and grunts were heard right beyond the lab doors, alerting everyone inside that you, yourselves, were officially in harm's way. As the attacker fought his way into the room, you had drawn your taster and rushed at him as soon as he passed through that doorway. Unfortunately, if trained warriors couldn’t stop that alien soldier, then you probably should’ve known then that your own chances were very low, yet that didn’t stop you from trying your best to land a hit.

As anyone could’ve predicted, each attempt ended in failure as his movements were just too quick and skilled compared to yours. Within a few swings, you were thrown back into Shuri who was about to abandon her work and help the fight. Instead, her mission was put on pause as both of you hit the ground hard. Even when she pushed herself up and tried shooting at him with her own advanced weapon, the blasts were simply swatted away like mere flies until she was knocked over yet again.

The attacker raised his sword, attempting to swing at her, however you managed to grab her waist and pull her out of the way in the nick of time, although to spare a deadly slash of an alien’s blade, the two of you tumbled off the balcony where you luckily took most of the impact.

It wasn’t much distance considering all the other heights you’ve had to leap from and you’d rather protect the young princess than yourself any day, but after sitting up, you were quick to realize you have at least one broken rib from that experience. Still, a broken rib is better than either of you sustaining life threatening injuries.

You aren’t sure what happened with Vision or the battle after that. When you were finally able to stumble to your feet with Shuri’s help, you could only see a destroyed battlefield outside, being too far to make out any specific fighters in it. Seeing as the window glass had been shattered, you could assume Vision went out there, but whether that was by his own freewill or forced by the alien attacker, you were left guessing; the answer would be unknown for a stretch of time that felt like hours.

Hours of sitting around wondering whether you should go down there to warn anyone. Hours of praying everyone you love and hold dear to yourself are safe, not among the rumble or flames you fear below. Hours of just waiting for something, anything…Then it came…

It happens quickly, allowing you no time to process the events as dreadful and terrifying as they may be. You’re not even sure Shuri or anyone else had a chance to realize it. One minute you were back at the window biting your nails while hopelessly waiting for any sign of good fortune. Maybe a voice on your earpiece - one sweet and whispered belonging to Bucky as he assured you of his safety. Hell, you would’ve also taken Tony butting-into the scene, giving some cocky joke to announce his arrival before magically showing up to tip the scale in everyone’s favor…What you got instead was a sound - you’re not sure what - that turned your head just in time to see floating dust particles disappearing in the faint light right in the place Shuri had been standing seconds ago.

You don’t know what actually happened - how can you? You’re confused, wondering where she went and why she left without saying anything. Then, when you hear cries from the hallway and you fear something else is wrong - possibly another attacker here to finish you all off - so you round the counter cautiously to see with your taser in hand.

You’re horrified to see a man disappear into dust before your very eyes, gone within a flash without so much as a peep from himself, only the screams of his fellow guards who watch on with as much terror as you do. Witnessing such a thing makes reality sink in. A silent voice connects the dots and makes your heart drop completely into your stomach…Vision -…Thanos…He won…

It’s instinctual after that - racing down the halls with cheeks drenched in tears as you realize you just can’t get your legs to run fast enough no matter how much you try to work them! Maybe you’re sobbing, maybe you’re screaming. To be honest, you can’t hear anything let alone yourself, your ears are too numb against the thoughts that overwhelm your head.

'Gotta find Bucky! Gotta find them all! I can't lose them again! I can’t stand to lose them again - not when I just got them all back!’

Of course, luck has never been on your side, has it? Here you are, trying to get somewhere as quickly as possible so it only makes sense that you have to trip on the way. Being so muddled and scared, your reaction time is delayed, too, causing you to almost hit the floor before catching the wall just in the nick of time to save yourself from a nasty faceplant.

Preferably, you would’ve gotten right back to your feet and started running again without any concern of scraped knees, however while suffering the worst spell of dizziness you think you’ve ever felt in your life (including both of them), you’re forced to instead kneel there for a second or two, shakily catching your breath to heal your nauseous stomach. You do recover eventually, though, and waste no more valuable time standing. You practically throw yourself up onto your feet then, hurrying around the corner to -

- Hitting a solid body, some of your worst fears leap to the controls, pulling you backwards where you instantly reach for your taser in preparation of fighting this assumed enemy. Be it that alien guy, Thanos himself - you don’t care! Terrible fighter or not, you plan to risk it all, not willingly to let anyone stand between you and finding your loved ones.

The gentleman in front of you doesn’t appear violent; probably a fortunate thing for you since it only takes him - or rather his cape - a half a second to rip the taser from your grip. After that, the man merely gazes down at you with a tired expression, “I take it you’re (Y/n) (L/n)?”

“Ummm -” You look behind yourself as if the shadows stretched on the floor will answer for you. When they don’t, your eyes cautiously return to this strange man who doesn’t dress like any of those Children of Thanos guys. Compared to their dark gothic tones, he wears too bright of colors to be a dictionary definition villain - then again, Thor has happily shown you pictures of his brother, so who knows?

“- Great!” The man, whoever he may be, doesn’t even wait for your answer. He just claps his hands together with sarcastic joy before turning slightly. With his back half facing you and hand held out, he makes a circular motion, leading bright sparkles a few feet in front of you both which soon make an opening to a settling completely different from this cold hallway.

As if such a magic trick is the least bit impressive, he turns back to you and nods his head towards the portal rather simply, “Your help is needed.”

NEXT CHAPTER ->

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ooc: good morning, no icon bc i am. guh. i am so tired rn, but i had to give yall a psa update about stuff going on with me (since i just got back from my doc appointment)

basic tldr; my activity is most likely going to be even more sparse than it is for a while because i'm focused on my mental and physical health (working on regulating my bipolar disorder primarily), as well as some legal issues that i need to address; what activity i do have may be restricted to my current threads and i might not be making ooc update posts very frequently

full information (and miscellaneous ramble-venting) is under the cut

active muse check: surge, laurance, wanderer, kieran

(cw: mental health, general medical and legal talks, venting)

ooc: so breaking news, apparently it turns out my bipolar disorder might be the more major diagnosis between everything that i got checked out a couple weeks ago, i got prescribed some mood stabilizers so i should be getting them in tomorrow

im having to re-set up my insurance bc they fucked me over and cancelled it (we didn't get any of the documents that they were supposed to be giving us, and my acc on their website can prove we didn't receive them) so that's stressing me out

i also had to get bloodwork done today for whatever reason, going there and doing the bloodwork is what gave us the heads up that my insurance was cancelled so i guess i'm glad for it, but also we can't really afford to pay for the bloodwork rn (and barely if at all); i'm glad that i got it done so i can see if i have any physical issues to worry about, but at the same time that payment is gonna fuck us over for a little, cause we barely get by as it is

im also cramping which sucks!!!!! but that's small beans compared to everything else

i mean today already started off pretty shit for me, i only got about 4 hours of sleep cause my anxiety kept me up most of the night (who was surprised that would happen? not me) since i was stressing about the appointment (they're also still ignoring the potential that i could be neurodivergent, and i know damn well that i am, they just keep blaming my issues on everything else that's wrong with me, so that's stressing me out to a pretty strong degree too)

so yeah, considering all my mental health issues and the doctors visits ive basically been having nonstop for the last couple of weeks, my activity on this account is probably going to be even less than it already is; i've just got too much going on to put all my energy into fixating on writing, and even writing my novel is a chore that i've really had to trudge through the mud to finish (i'm still not even done with it)

i will still be around to write on here ofc, but i might restrict myself into not actively searching for any new rp partners for a while; i'm going to try spending my time relaxing and getting my shit sorted before i fully commit to being here as much as i have been. again, activity will still be here all things considered, but i might not be making very many ooc posts like i have been, and as far as dash shenanigans go i might be pretty quiet

my discord is open to mutuals if anyone wants to chat or discuss plots, and my ims on here will always be open as well

sorry for rambling and bitching so much on here i just like to keep yall informed, but yeah the tldr at the top basically explains all the important details outside of my rambling

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Deal and The Damage Done, Ch. 2

It's been awhile, but I thought of picking this story back up for the fun of it. And, here's hoping we hear about a supernatural story coming to tv. I'm itching to see more of the Winchesters! The above pictures/gifs I use and any other media for my little series are for entertainment purposes of course. I think they add a nice aesthetic, and I'd like to hear what y'all think about the story or any mood boards I post.

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“Your brother, he got any places he’ll go for days or -?” the brunette asks. 

I’d gotten their names at the diner. They were detectives, Friedkin and Lynch.

“I’ve already called all his old friends. Unless there are people I don’t know about. But, I do know my brother. He’s not one for making friends in this backwater town. Unless some punk rolls into town and Cash is looking for trouble.” 

“So your brother ‘gets into trouble’. What exactly do you mean?”

I’m feeling a little sick and it’s the early morning after Cash first disappeared. I can already tell Mom’s stressed, as she swears to me and herself that Cash is having one of his episodes, and he’ll be back. She’s avoiding any calls and I know Nana will be on the phone any time now, squalling about how she saw this coming.

Cash has this thing, once in a blue moon, where he likes to run off, go on some little adventure. He’ll pick a fight with the wrong guy, or get a hold of some bottle rockets, or a pistol. Whatever it may be, he ends up in a jail cell. Truant from school multiple times, and almost sent to juvie another time, Cash grew up to be a little hellraiser. I shouldn’t be surprised about Cash disappearing, but on the same date as my dad’s own disappearance? It could just be coincidence, but my gut tells me something is off. 

“My brother’s a bit of a troublemaker,” I tell Detective Friedkin. “He’s gotten a little better now that he’s working, but he has these times where he causes problems - usually picking fights with some guy in town or drag racing, and such.” I think, perhaps it’s not much of a stretch that my brother’s just on another misadventure. But, that still only means I’ve got to find him much sooner.

The blonde, Detective Lynch, nods his head, and I see a grim smirk creeping across his face. “Your brother’s in deep shit.” 

“It’s whatever,” I insist, but it’s not. Not really. “He usually turns up somewhere, and I’ll have to bail him out, or my Nana will.” I hesitate. “My brother doesn't handle this time of year well.”

“Can’t be easy,” Lynch says.  “Losing a parent’s tough.” 

“Yeah,” I say. “I just - I feel like I have to pick up the slack, most of the time. I can’t step out of line. My family depends on me. And, I always worry, you know, who’s next?” I haven’t confided this way to a lot of people. It’s funny. I have a hard time with cops, but I let my guard down with these guys. That’s rare.

“Cash, my little brother - do you really think he's in trouble deeper than what I’m thinking?”

The brunette, Friedkin, hesitates, a trace of uncertainty apparent as he looks away to search for the words. “Leah - how much do you know about the supernatural?” 

The what? And it dawns on me. These guys surely can’t be some conspiracist whack jobs, right?

“The supernatural? You don’t mean ghosts, demons, and such. You think that’s what took Cash?” 

“And your father, possibly. Listen, listen. It might sound strange. This wouldn’t be the first time someone didn’t believe us. We know. My brother and I, we’ve been tracking, hunting, things that most people would never notice. Dean and I, we’ve done this for years. What took your father years ago, it could easily hurt your brother. Leah, have you ever seen anything strange before? Anything you couldn’t explain?” 

“Well sure, doesn’t everyone?” I laugh, almost scoff. It’s hilarious; I feel like I’m in one of those cheap B horror movies.   “Since I was a kid,” I continue,  “I’ve seen all kinds of things. Mom always said I’d had an overactive imagination.” 

And I mean it when I say this. Nana Lizzy, Elizabeth Jacobs, may be attuned to all that's supernatural, but my maternal line were all skeptics. I’d be inclined to believe my grandmother more if what I saw didn’t disturb me so much.  

Growing up, I’d fill journals full of drawings of these strange shadowy creatures with crimson red eyes, or eyes like black tar.  They used to talk to me in my dreams, and to this day, I still have dreams where something like a disembodied voice more or less, tells me that it's waiting to get me. It’s always the same dream. It’s in some derelict house at the end of a road I’d wandered on while playing ball. And no matter how much I try to resist, I’m always drawn back inside the house, and I’m always calling out for something. Then, there’s always the same bedroom at the back of the house, down the narrow hallway full of pictures of people I don’t recognize. Old pictures of people out of something like a black and white movie. It’s getting hotter and suffocating almost, but I still take tentative steps to the tattered door. It’s barely on its hinges and it just swings open. it comes out of the shadows of the closet, or claws its way from beneath the bed. Its body is something I recognize as barely human, if it ever was one. On the times I glimpsed it in my dreams, the creature’s body bears the kind of burns that expose raw flesh, even exposing the bone on parts of its body. What is left of its skin hangs rotting from its body. And, that’s what I can even see, but I always, always, wake up in a sweat. And I can smell the disgusting mixture of mold and sulfur. It’s the only dream that I can recall being so real; everything pales in comparison. I can’t comprehend the term ‘sweet dreams’. 

No one except Nana Lizzie had ever taken the dreams seriously. After all, Cash also had his own share of fear in the dark, what’s out there. It has been there for Cash and I from the beginning, and one of the few things we can connect on. And it’s just another reason we can’t get on in Proctor Hollow, West Virginia. When the only person who sympathizes is your eccentric old grandma, it gets pretty lonely. It’s just easier to accept that Cash and I were grieving to some extent, though the dreams had started long before Dad ever disappeared. And I could just joke like my father used to when the boogeyman came to the foot of my bed. 

I remember it with my brother in tow, and sitting me on his lap, Dad would laugh the demons away. “Little Leah? You’re not little, Leah. You’re my warrior, aren’t you? You can tell that ugly thing to go kick rocks. Ain’t no boogeyman gonna keep my Leah down. Or Cash,” my father would add. And Dad would grab us in a bear hug and tell us how much he loved us, before turning out the light at night. I’ll admit, the dreams were worse for Cash and I once Dad was gone. That's  when my grandmother stepped in. 

Nana’s foresight is uncanny, to the point she was on the phone minutes before Miss Ella’s husband had been declared dead, or when someone a holler over was about to go into labor. How she couldn’t locate Cash was beyond me. When I had contacted her last night, she was oddly resigned, and quiet.

 My grandmother can talk a mile a minute sometimes. Especially if something really gets her mad. Cash was often the source of some of her biggest ravings, or my lack of interest in what she had to say to me. Most of the time, though, she liked to complain about how ignorant everyone was, how unaware people were of what was around. “Even more now,” she griped. “They’re all sucked into their cellphones.” I love my Nana, Lizzy, as everyone in Proctor Hollow knows her. She took care of me and Cash, when Mom was at work, or stewing in her memories. Nana’s more often than not telling me what I ought to do about Cash. Always wondering why I don’t watch the boy much closer,  why I don’t look after his health or make sure he’s eating. She won’t talk to my mom half the time, because they can’t get five minutes into a conversation before they start arguing with each other. 

Mom won’t hardly talk to her at all, now. On more than one occasion, I’m reminded that Nana didn’t like my dad marrying my mother. Mom liked to mention it, alone with her bottle or if Charlie came by, reminiscing about Dad and the life they had before he disappeared that Saturday night. Nana complained about Mom's lack of motivation; she had no get-up-and-go attitude about her. Nana never had the luxury of someone else caring for her. She had to provide for her family when Grandpa died in a coal mine accident. She said that Mom was a spoiled beauty queen transplant from Charleston. She lacked for nothing because her dad could buy her whatever she wished for. Mom didn't have to do the same kind of work Grandma did.   So, anything important that needed to be said was through me.  

 “You telling me that you don’t think your brother’s involved in things that are outside the ordinary? It’s all real, and you know this. Now, when you saw Cash last, what was he doing? Who was around? You said at the diner that Cash had been with a group of buddies, someone in there that was the new chick? You hadn’t seen her around? Not a friend from another town or school?” 

I racked my brains trying to remember the details of the last time Cash was out. It was the usual lineup of friends from high school - Chris, JT, Andy, and a couple of girls they had with them. But, one of the girls stood out. She was all over Cash, hanging on to him like a bee to a flower. A brunette woman with a willowy figure underneath her skin tight t-shirt and jeans. Pretty brown eyes, and a bright grin. I could have mistaken her for a ditz, the way she acted. And, she clearly wanted him all to herself, which Cash loved as he was pawing at her all that evening before they went out. He hadn’t shut up about her for the next few days. I thought, well of course. She was one of the few girls in town to give him any attention. Cash always struggled pulling girls, according to his friends, so I guess this must have gone to his head enough for him to run away.

“This girl was all over my brother. She was the new girl, she must have been. I’d never seen her before. She said her name was Gwen. Never heard of her before that night. But, people come in from out of town all the time, usually college kids looking for a little fun. I never took her for someone who was up to something. She seemed like your typical bimbo.” 

“Well, she didn’t mention anything about going anywhere with him?” Sam said. 

“Didn’t hear anything outside the usual ‘she’s so amazing’ bit.” 

“He’s a lovesick idiot,” Dean says. “Do anything she says. Look, you just keep an eye out, okay? But, we’re not through here. And you keep that amulet on you, you hear? And -” reaching behind him to get something out of the car - “take this,” and Dean tosses me a bag of something a little heavy. Inside is an iron crucifix and a silver vial. 

“It’ll buy you some time if we’re not there,” Dean says. 

“Where are you going?” I say to the guys, as they take to their car.

“We can’t follow you around the whole time,” We’ve got  a case to investigate.” 

“So, I’m on my own with my brother?”

“Unless we get any leads now, it’s not getting us anywhere.” 

I can’t say anything, but I know in the pit of my stomach, it must be that the girl’s with Cash, and I’m behind the wheel.  Damn it, if Cash looked before he leaped, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m now going to have to grit my teeth, and snoop around for my brother. I watch the Chevy Impala disappear around the corner, and I’m off to JT’s once more with an ax to grind. 

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“Son of a bitch. They’ve already gotten three, Sam. She has has no clue how bad this is.” 

“They claim enough souls, they could do worse.” 

“We’ve already got that point. What else?”

“Elizabeth gave me the files she had collected from the past few disappearances. Adam Goddard. Thirty. Last seen at Chance’s bar off of Main Street and County 109. Seen leaving with a dark haired woman. No mention of who she was. It was a bystander’s report. But, there are all mentions of the same type of woman. So, this could be our person.”

“Little girly’s ticking ‘em off one by one. The only people with any real knowledge are going to be the other buddies that night and the other woman, the old witch.” 

“Whatever it is,” Sam says, his voice on edge now, “Dean, I’ve got more than a feeling the gates of Hell will open again, and there may be more to worry about this time. Why else drag souls to Hell? The crossroad deals - they’re over.” 

Dean stared into the knotting trees on the West Virginia horizon. A loud gunshot sent blackbirds flying from the woods in a big, black shower. Having aged from the defiant young man into a sharp veteran, he bore a tired look. Both men had the rewards of a hard living life. 

“The more we keep going, the more I wonder about the good on Earth. Cas, I know you hear us! Where the hell'd you go?” Dean says. 

“Cas or no Cas, angels or demons be damned., We’ll do what we’ve always done, Dean. Hunting things, saving people. The family business.”

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

heyy, i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader(reader is pregnant. only a few months a long tho) where they are married both work together and it’s the rave’n and they are both preparing for it and so are the students. (marilyn and the reader have very nice dresses marilyns from the show and a little bit of a revealing dress that the reader is wearing to tease marilyn)

when the dance starts it’s a nice night and everything is going to plan until the paint starts pouring everywhere and wednesday has a vision. the reader runs with wednesday to help find eugene while marilyn is trying to find the reader because she’s very worried that something might happen to her. marilyn finds wednesday and the reader standing over eugenes body and the reader is in shock which causes marilyn to worry even more.

the reader ends up passing out and the next morning wakes up in the infirmary with marilyn by her side. (lots of fluff at this part please)

Yesss!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

A Rave'n to remember

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 3,092

Summary: Tonight is the Rave’n and you’re excited about that. Your wife is being a little protective with you, but you don’t care, you just want to have fun

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Shit!” You yelled, as the hair dryer suddenly shut off. Marilyn appeared immediately after, obviously scared.

“What's going on, honey?” She asked, approaching and grabbing your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you said, on the verge of tears. “The damn dryer has broken, again,” you leaned your head on the redhead's shoulder and cried exaggeratedly.

“My God, (Y/N), calm down, it's not a big problem,” she told you softly, rubbing your back.

“It's a tragedy…” You sobbed, letting yourself to be consoled.

“Oh my love, I think you're having another one of your mood swings,” she whispered softly to you.

She was right. You've been like this for three months. It wasn't depression, it wasn't stress. It was something much more wonderful. A life was growing inside you and you were already beginning to notice small changes in your state of mind, and in your belly, which was beginning to bulge slightly. You and your wife were elated, looking forward to seeing your child grow up.

Larissa offered to quit your job during the pregnancy, but you turned it down, at least until you couldn't even keep up. Your vocation for teaching went far beyond your physical capacity.

“I'll go to ask Martha for another one, okay?” She asked. You childishly shook your head.

“No, I wanted that one…” You said without stopping crying. Marilyn rolled her eyes and hugged you again when you threw yourself disconsolately into her arms. After a few minutes of comfort, you pulled back a bit and wiped your tears away.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, it doesn't matter,” you said matter-of-factly, as if you hadn't been crying your eyes out five minutes ago. Marilyn sighed and smiled tenderly.

“You don't have to come to the dance if you don't want to, (Y/N). Maybe it's better if you stay here and rest. For once you can have the bed just for you.”

“No way, Mari. We've been preparing this for months, and I'm not going to miss it,” you said combing your wet hair.

“You should relax, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, with a slightly severe tone. "A teenagers’ party is not the place for a girl in your state.”

You snorted indignantly.

“Bullshit. I need to dance a bit to release tension. Besides, I'm only three months pregnant, Marilyn. I don't think our child would be too bothered by Dua Lipa's music.”

“I don't know… (Y/N). It took us a lot to get to where we are now, and I don't want… I don't want…” She said, somehow worried and placing a hand on your slightly bulging belly.

“Hey, Marilyn, the baby is fine. Nothing is gonna happen. Besides, I also need to have some fun,” you said, taking her hand.

“I hope so...” She sighed, watching how you walked away to look for your dress in the closet.

With an excited smile you took the garment and spread it on the bed. Marilyn was already almost ready, in a simple dress, but somehow you found it tremendously sexy, although everything about her seemed tremendously sexy to you.

She sat on the bed and watched you get dressed. You were used to her looking at you that way.

“What?” You asked amused, zipping up the side of your dress.

“Nothing, I'm just looking at you,” she said, shaking her head, as if waking up from some kind of deep sleep.

“Well, take a good look at me, Mari, because you won't see me like this for a long time,” you said, turning around on yourself.

She followed you with her eyes and her jaw dropped from her face.

“Don't you think it's a little…Suggestive?” She asked, looking clearly at your plunging cleavage.

It was true. You had bought that dress on purpose. You knew she was going to make some kind of comment about it.

“Well yes, it is,” you said with a smug smile. Marilyn was going to say something, but she changed her mind right then and there.

“Oh, did you already know?”

“Of course, do you like it?”

“I, I like it, (Y/N)…” She said, shocked by how that dress fit you, and the amount of skin it revealed. “It's… well… you're…”

“I've left you speechless, huh?” You said jokingly, walking up to put your cleavage in front of your wife's face. She blinked open-mouthed.

“We should… We should… hurry… La, Larissa is waiting for us and…” She whispered, without taking her gaze from your breasts. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

“You're a killjoy,” you said feigning an angry expression.

“Killjoy? Me? Why?” She asked, shaking her head. That way of avoiding hints was quite common lately.

“Since we found out I'm pregnant you haven't laid your hand on me, Marilyn. I also have my needs, you know?” You said, sitting down to put on some comfortable but dazzling shoes.

“Well, there hasn't been a chance…” The redhead excused herself, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“I'm not made of glass, we can make love perfectly. And I'm not saying it, my gynecologist told me. Shall I tell her to give me a receipt?”

“Well, I don't know if...”

You were going to have another talk about sex and pregnancy, but a quick knock on the door interrupted you.

“I'll go,” Marilyn said quickly, getting up.

“Yes, run away, you coward,” you hissed with a perverse look. The redhead looked at you, shaking her head, and opened the door. Larissa, dressed more elegantly than usual, entered excitedly.

“Hello, girls, how are those preparations going? The students are already arriving at the patio,” she said nervously. You knew that the Rave'n dance was one of her great passions. “Wow, you look amazing...”

“Hello, Larissa,” you said reluctantly.

“Am I here at a bad time?” She asked, a little uncomfortable with your faces.

“Oh, no. Let's go before Sister Thornhill ties me to the bed with a glass of milk,” you said ironically, glaring at the redhead.

“(Y/N), I've only told you that a party is not the best thing for you right now, don't be dramatic,” Marilyn defended herself. Larissa laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, Marilyn. It's okay to have a little fun. It's an innocent party. Let (Y/N) have some fun. After all, she carries your child in her womb and I haven't heard her complain about that,” she said, winking at you.

You looked at her victorious and you stuck out your tongue mockingly.

“No, she hasn't complained, she has only cried because the dryer doesn't work,” Marilyn grumbled, with a vengeful tone.

“Come on, come on… Tonight is to enjoy,” Larissa said, joining the two of you. You looked at your wife and smiled, making her see that you were just joking. She also looked at you tenderly and grabbed your hand.

A crowd of teenagers dressed in white also came down the stairs, euphoric, excited. In the courtyard the atmosphere was exactly the same. You and Marilyn stood at the door as Larissa walked in to get the party started.

The music began to play and the kids automatically headed for the door. Marilyn and you welcomed them. Some were more intrusive than others, asking questions about your condition.

“I can't wait for the baby to be born… I'm sure he or she’s gonna be a cutie,” Enid said, she seemed almost as happy about your pregnancy as you were.

“I just hope that she or he’s not a nosy werewolf,” you teased, while you let the young woman caress your belly.

Everyone was already inside, and Larissa gestured for you to come in as well.

“I have to congratulate you. Everything is going great and the decorations are wonderful. Thank you very much,” Weems said. Larissa was a woman who loved when plans worked out.

“I think it's exciting,” Marilyn said, smiling. “You studied here, you must have felt very happy at the dance.”

Larissa sighed, a little wistful. You nudged the redhead. You knew about Weems' bad experience.

“Anyway, be a little alert. Nobody should sabotage the punch, okay?” She said, moving away from you. Marilyn looked at you questioningly.

“What did I say?” She asked.

“Let's say she had a heartbreak in her student days,” you explained, taking a bottle of water from a table.

“Oh, I didn't know…” Marilyn said, a little embarrassed.

“Don't worry, I didn't know either. I've only heard rumours.”

“How lucky you are that they tell you…” She said, a little sad.

Being the only normie at Nevermore was a tough experience for Marilyn, but luckily you were there to help her, and you always would be.

Suddenly they all turned towards the door. You also looked curiously, to see the last person you expected to see that night. Wednesday Addams.

“I can't believe it,” you muttered to your wife, walking towards the young woman.

“Wednesday, I didn't expect to see you here, I'm glad you came,” Marilyn said kindly.

“Miss Thornhill, Miss. (Y/N),” The brunette greeted politely. “This is Tyler...”

“Galpin,” you said at the same time. You knew that guy from the cafeteria. He seemed good and kind. You didn't know what he was doing with that dark young woman.

“He, hello,” Tyler said sheepishly. “By the way, congratulations.”

“Thanks, Tyler,” you said. You would never tire of hearing those words. They showed you that it was not a dream, that it was real.

“It is quite logical that you are the one who is pregnant. Pregnancies after 40 years are dangerous,” Wednesday commented sarcastically. Luckily you were used to it.

“Always so kind,” Marilyn said, pretending not to have felt offended.

“I think that Vlad is a name that is being lost. Just a suggestion,” Wednesday commented, pretending that she didn't feel the slightest interest.

You and Marilyn looked at each other with wide eyes.

“We still don't know if it’s boy or a girl,” the redhead said, without mentioning that you would never call your child that horrible way.

“Keep me posted, I have more names to you,” Addams said, walking away with Tyler, who waved a shy farewell.

“My God…” You sighed, holding your stomach at that horrible idea of a name.

“You shouldn't be surprised, you know how she is.”

“You're right, shall we dance?”

You headed to the dance floor and began to move gently. You didn't like dancing very much, and neither Marilyn did, but it was a dance, you had to do it, at least for show.

Everything was going perfectly. Marilyn and you danced, the students had fun. The punch hadn't been sabotaged, and even Larissa seemed to be enjoying it. At all the dances there were slow songs and when one of them came on, you gently grabbed your wife, swaying to the music.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, leaning into your shoulder. Every time she uttered those words, your heart would skip a beat. It didn't matter how much time passed.

“Me too, Mari,” you whispered, slowly following the rhythm of the song. Something in the environment began to warm up and little by little, your mouth went to her neck, kissing it discreetly.

“What are you doing?” She asked, amused.

“I’m just having some fun,” you whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Stop, (Y/N). They can see us...”

“Is that your biggest problem?” You asked, seeing how her eyes returned to your cleavage.

“Right now, yes,” she said with a suggestive look. You considered yourself the clear winner of the night and grabbed her wrist, leading her behind some curtains. Once there you kissed her passionately and against all odds, she kissed you back.

“Forgive your mother, honey. She can't contain herself,” the redhead said, caressing your belly. You widened your eyes feigning surprise and shook your head.

“Forgive her for being a killjoy…” You said in the same tone.

“Shut up,” she told you, not giving you time to respond as she hungrily kissed you. The atmosphere warmed up little by little, and the curiosity of being discovered excited you even more. You had almost unzipped her dress all the way when you noticed something odd.

“No music,” you said, listening and zipping it up again.

“It's true,” Marilyn said, looking at the clock. “It's not time yet, how strange.”

It didn't give you time to think. Some screams began to sound behind the curtains. You got scared and immediately got out of them, only to discover a terrifying landscape.

Something red was falling from the fire system and little by little it was covering you too. You said nothing, just stared at the terrifying scene. Larissa was screaming with rage, and soon all the youths were in a state of panic, tripping over each other and falling to the ground.

“Don't move, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you, holding you firmly. You nodded, a little scared, and looked around you. Principal Weems cautiously approached, glaring at you.

“Where have you been?” She asked. Surely that impromptu end of the party had spoiled her calm planning.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to avoid answering that.

“It has started to fall from the fire system, I'll see if I can put it out. You stay here and try to put some order...”

“How?” The redhead asked. There was no answer, Larissa was already gone.

You looked around and breathed in relief when you saw that liquid on your clothes.

“It's, it's just paint,” you sighed. The redhead nodded, getting a little nervous.

“Stay here, I'll see if… Wednesday!” She yelled.

The brunette was by your side, but she didn't run away, she didn't move. She just looked at the ceiling with her eyes blank.

“Wednesday!” You yelled too, leaning on the tables to move forward a bit. Marilyn put a hand on the young Addams's shoulder and she seemed to react.

“Eugene…” She sighed.

 You and the redhead looked at each other without quite understanding what she meant.

“What did you say?” The young woman shook her head and turned her back on you.

“He's in the woods! He's in danger!” She yelled terrified, running out of the place.

“What? Endangered? Wait, wait!” You yelled, trying to follow her.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Marilyn yelled, trying to reach you.

When the ground was no longer slippery you started to run. Hopefully your footwear allowed it. You couldn't let that girl go into the forest alone, it was your duty, you had to follow her.

“Wednesday!” You yelled, spotting the brunette in the distance, and awkwardly trying to reach her. The forest was dark and a lot of fears began to enter your head. The mud stuck to your shoes and you nearly fell several times.

Finally you saw that the young woman stopped, she did not move. You gasped and slowed down, stopping in front of her. In front, on the ground, was this boy, Eugene, the bee boy. The red color covered his body, but you soon realized that it wasn't paint.

“But…” You murmured, feeling how the blood in your veins froze and your face lost the healthy color it always had. You were having a hard time breathing and you couldn't take your eyes off the injured boy, without even blinking. You were in shock, you had never seen anything like that.

“(Y/N)!” Marilyn was heard in the distance. The redhead was exhausted and she put a hand on her chest when she saw you. “My God!” She screamed when she saw the young man on the ground.

Wednesday turned to you.

“An ambulance,” she said.

Marilyn took her phone and handed it to the brunette. She was too busy with you. You were pale and motionless, looking at poor Eugene.

“Honey, my love… Say something,” your wife said, trying to get you to react. “Please, (Y/N), answer me.”

You were unable to speak, to move. You were not aware of what was happening around you. You didn't hear voices, just distorted sounds. A terrible dizziness ended up blinding your senses and the last thing you saw are your wife's arms trying to keep you from falling to the ground.

Everything went black and blurry.

You opened your eyes and felt a small headache. The sun was shining and it took you a while to realize you weren't in your room. With a grunt you sat up and checked that you were in the infirmary. You were not alone. Curled up next to you, was Marilyn, in an awkward position, the bed was very small. She was holding you tight and she was no longer covered in red. You looked at your arms to realize that you didn't either.

The bed moved a bit.

“(Y/N), how are you?” Marilyn said with a sleepy voice, but scared to see you woke up again.

“I'm fine, I guess…” you whispered. “What happened?”

“You fainted, darling. You scared me to death…” She said, hugging you tightly. You frowned, hugging her back.

“Did I faint?” You asked, noticing an uncomfortable void in your memory. You spent a few seconds thinking until the horrible events of the night before came back to your head.

“Oh, God, Eugene,” you said, trying to get up. Marilyn stopped you.

“He is alive, (Y/N), he is in a coma, but alive,” she told you, pushing you back to bed.

“Damn… What attacked him?”

“I don't know, honey,” she told you, snuggling back into your side and wrapping an arm around your belly. “Calm down, relax.”

“Oh, the baby…” You said, feeling like the worst person in the world for not having noticed before. Marilyn stroked you gently.

“Shh, my love. The baby is fine, the doctor came an hour ago and everything is perfect. It's just been a shock.”

“Has a doctor come and I haven't found out?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“You were very asleep… So beautiful,” she said in your ear. “Everything is fine, my love.”

“Everything is fine,” you repeated, closing your eyes. “Everything is going well…”

“We will be the best mothers in the world, (Y/N)…”

“No, not while we're here,” you said, shaking your head, feeling the heat of her body as if it were the strongest of painkillers.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to buy a house and get out of this academy, Marilyn. We can't raise our child in a place like this,” you said thinking rationally.

“You're right, (Y/N). We will look for a true home for the three of us, a home where we are safe...”

[mickeytheticklee]

TikTok trends

Warning: Tickling

It was such a peaceful afternoon in the Monsam house. Still after the busiest of weeks Sam must bury herself in more work for the weekend. She woke up early and kissed her loving wife on her forehead before going downstairs to finish work. Mon didn't wake up until the afternoon, going downstairs to see Sam in her glasses working on her computer on the couch. She kissed her cheek, which got Sam out of a trance from the loads of work she was doing. From one kiss Sam stopped her work to kiss her loved one as if they haven't kissed in days (they literally kissed before bed). But Sam's love language that Mon gives her is affection, in return she gives gifts to Mon. Mon jumped on the bed to show Sam what tiktoks had intrigued her today.

Sam: Seriously? Can we eat first before we dance to a TikTok? I'm hungry for food...and your lips.

Mon: We will eat but first I saw this TikTok, I thought we should do this.

It was the TikTok of a girl putting lipstick on her lips, then shifting to her camera was her partner's face covered in lipstick. It was everyday routine that Mon would show a TikTok to Sam to recreate together. Sam would say no until a few smooches later, then they actually do it. But for once this was a video that sparked her interest because of her love of kissing Mon. She agreed to do the video, which made Mon cheer up and hug Sam. After Sam made a simple brunch and they got dressed in their color coordinated black/pink outfit they started on preparation for the TikTok. Because of their strong love they were both going to be kissed instead of one of them. They were both excited about kissing, instead of the fact that they were posting a TikTok on Khun Sam's account. Sam is rarely active on social media, besides Facebook where she says the most unserious shit to her friend group. Usually Mon's account is the one that posts the cute married lifestyle pics.

Sam: If we do this...we have to kiss the parts we love most about each other.

Mon: I already know that Khun Sam. Now, lemme taste your lips.

They kiss before doing a kiss fest everywhere. Sam started off with Mon's hand, kissing it to make sure Mon feels like a princess in her eyes. She goes for her cheeks, forehead, neck. Goes for her ear which causes Mon's earring to be stained by a dark red lipstick. Even if they've been married for a solid five months Mon always looks away when she gets flustered like the time she first met Sam. Mon's turn came and she kissed Sam's cheeks, forehead, jawline, and neck. The last was the nose, the spot Mon bit when her and Sam were playing the game. Now they're faces were covered in a mix of a dark red to light pink lipstick. It was cute, them giggling all over the place and they could barely keep their composure looking at each other. All they thought was how immature it was to do this trend but they know their couple friends Tee and Yuki or Yha and Chin would do the same thing.

Sam: Should we start now?

Mon: Yea but first, there's still one spot I haven't kissed yet.

Sam: But darling, my whole face is covered in lipstick. What else do you need to kiss?

Mon: Who said I was kissing your face?

Sam raised her eyebrow at Mon's sudden urge to flirt. Mon lightly pushed Sam to the bed and got on top of her. It was already 1PM and they're already starting to get wild. With Sam's expensive 200 dollar lipstick she makes a whole mess kissing it on Sam's exposed stomach. Sam was already freaking out because she knew what Mon was doing. Giving tummy kisses so Sam would be in a lee mood because Mon absolutely loves giving tickles to Sam. Mon laughs at her wife's reaction, that a huge grin would appear on her face on the same lady who has such a cold personality.

Sam: Mon! Why did you do that??

Mon: Because I wanted to. You've been so stressed with work darling I think tickling you would make you feel better.

Even if sales at Diversity Pop were going well Sam still pushes herself to work. Mon hates it how lately Sam has been coming home past 10 o'clock. She thinks if she continues this she'll start getting migraines again. But other than doing this for Sam's mental health she just loves to tickle Sam. Mon is mostly ninety percent lee as she gets tickled by Sam almost everyday. But it's only because she asks, Sam still doesn't know how to ask for tickles. She sort of getting better, but most of the time it's body language that lets Mon know that Sam wants tickles. She either gets really whiny or tries to tickle fight Mon and doesn't try to win. They filmed the TikTok, which was less than thirty seconds long yet they spent forty five minutes preparing for it. But the video came out good, to Sam putting on Mon's lipstick to Mon using the hand Sam kissed to wipe Sam's lips. Sam loved how beautiful Mon was looking at her, she had such heart eyes glistening in the afternoon sun. Yep, she definitely loves her.

Sam: After we clean up, I want you to do it.

Mon: Do what?

Sam: You know...the thing you did earlier.

Mon: Khun Sam, what have I told you about asking what you want? But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll do it tonight.

Mon would mostly tease Sam into asking it because she enjoys how stubborn her wife gets. She only agreed to play nice because Sam's stress was taking over. They got dressed to meet the friend group for a early dinner and drinks. It was fun, although Sam constantly got made fun of for the little TikTok she did with Mon. Sam has gotten better at accepting the teasing, especially if Mon smiles back and defends her. Even though Tee couldn't let Sam breathe Yuki did like how wholesome the TikTok was, and how they both looked adorable with lipstick on their faces. While talking Mon whispered something in Sam's ear. She wanted to get Sam speechless by drifting her fingers past her ribs, causing her to giggle under her breath.

Mon: Can't wait to tickle your tummy and give you all the raspberries you want.

Sam: Mon, stop teasing me.

Mon: Why should I? Does ChamCham like to have her tummy tickled?

Mon knew inserting the nickname along with tickles would give Sam such a red face. The same would happen if Sam said Monmon which is Mon's nickname. She couldn't contain that big ass smile, she couldn't even make a believable lie to her friends as to why she was smiling so hard. Mon had to save her but was giving pokes under the table to tease Sam more. Sam would've teased her back or once they got home wouldn't hesitate to tickle brawl her but she's so far into a lee mood that she wants Mon to continue this. Driving home Sam wouldn't even face Mon's direction because of how shy she gets. Mon didn't mind the little patch of silence, she knows the second they get home she's gonna tickle her until Sam is out of breathe.

You may think top Mon is powerful, ler Mon is much worse.

They got home, Sam didn't know what to do or what Mon's next move was. Her dark persona breaking down because her wife is going to tickle her is still new to Sam. Mon sets her purse down and washes her hands, seeing Sam sitting politely, hands folded on her lap. Mon was stalling quite a bit because of how antsy Sam was starting to get, probably from the mixed emotions of wanting to be tickled. But she stopped messing around when she heard a few sniffles echo in the large house. In Khun Sam's mind she was going thru the worst week of work piling because of Kirk's absence. Before a tear could drop on Sam's lap, Mon came to her, bringing her cold hands up under Sam's shirt. Lifting up a good amount of her shirt she gave a big raspberry to Sam's stomach. Then doing multiple raspberries after that to satisfy her tickle cravings.

Sam: MON! MON! STOOOOOP!

Mon: If you stay stop I'll actually stop darling. Tell me what you actually mean, that way I can give you all the tickles you want.

Mon continues to tickle Sam's stomach, causing Sam to roll around in laughter. Whenever Sam laughs it gets more high pitched than the laughter she displays in front of others. Such a feeling makes Sam feel young, not stuck in the chambers of her grandma and is able to express such a strong emotion. All she wants is her loved one to tickle her stress away until the morning. Mon halts the tickling, since they both needed to shower. Sam was a bit pouty about it but getting tickled in clean pajamas gave Sam a tickly feeling just thinking about it. They got cleaned, and Sam huddled in bed with her dear lover. Sam was wearing the pink pajamas Mon gifted her a week ago, Mon was wearing the black dress pajama that originally belonged to Sam.

Sam: Can you tickle me now darling?

Mon: What's the magic word?

Sam: Do it or else I'll give you more work Monday.

Sam was kidding as she kissed Mon. Mon sneaks her hands under the soft fuzzy material which is Sam's shirt. They take a long kiss before Mon takes her fingers and digs them into Sam's stomach. Sam's body feels like an electric shock of squirms and giggles from the tickles. Sometimes Mon likes to go crazy and manhandle Sam's ticklish tummy, but then she fits some teases in there because Sam can barely handle them. Mon was kissing Sam then inserting some tickles to make her feel better. Mon was adoring Sam's cute specs. Sam would get slightly insecure about them but Mon would shower her with compliments and say she'll continue to tickle her if she kept them on. Then Mon took the opportunity to get on top of Sam again while she was weak of all the laughter. Sam was happy, having such a big smile from her wife tickling her all day. She got even more happier when Mon's finger got closer and closer to Sam's nose, recreating their iconic ChamCham scene. But at a close second the finger turned into a different direction, poking in Sam's armpit to make her laugh again.

Sam: MONHAHHAHAHHAHA!!

Mon: Sorry, I'm having too much fun tickling you.

Mon then gets back to tapping Sam's nose, calling her ChamCham. Sam grabbed Mon's face and kissed her, which made Mon give her numerous pecks around her face and neck. It's funny that they both have a thing for each other's neck, however Mon loves tickling it with her nose. Sam giggles causes such a smirk on Mon, especially when Sam was grabbing her waist to indicate she wanted more. As it passed 10pm Mon had to stop the tickles and raspberries as the couple needed to go to bed. Sam turned gloomy, Mon didn't keep her promise to tickle her all night. When Mon slid out the bed that's when Sam decided to ask her, although she did feel bad.

Sam: Mon, can I...get tickles? Please?

Mon: Of course my Honorable lover, anything for you.

Mon would stand her ground because of how important sleep is. But it's been so long ever since her Khun Sam was playful. So she jumped back in bed and into Sam's lap to give her the best tummy kisses all over. Sam loves them because it not only tickled, but it bought her at ease. She would kiss her stomach and hold her hands, feeling the two different rings on her ring finger. Mon was stroking her thumb on Sam's hand, which is a normal trait Sam does. She does a few soft kisses before ruthlessly attacking her sides again. Then catching a few soft tickles on her lower back, causing Sam to squeal. Lower back tickles on fresh acrylics was reaching Sam to her breaking point, it was very ticklish to her. With more kisses and surprise raspberries the night concluded with them kissing under the covers of their bed. Sam was tired out from Mon's sneaky tickles. They kissed each other before turning off the lights and spooning, with Khun Sam being the big spoon. Til this day, Khun Sam will never know that it was Mon's plan all along to show the TikTok so she'll give tummy kisses to Sam.

Her Honorable Lover, Honorable ChamCham, Honorable baby that's super ticklish

[royaletiquette]

9 - --to shut them up. (Hibi and Gabs 👀)

kissy kissy!! | @distopea

Gabriele was likely forced to join Hibiko tonight against both their better wishes. She was the type of woman to want to keep conversation with just about anyone who would let her, and her sour mood that evening gave enough of a clue to not test that theory. "I found out today that speech about the budget Rhodri had to make in August, that he was horribly unprepared for, was because he found out a bunch of money was missing." She held the mostly empty glass as she leaned back in the private booth, crossing a leg as she looked at Gabriele. "August," Hibiko repeated, just in case he missed that key factor. "And I only found out today?"

The bar was reserved and quiet enough. If it wasn't for her lack of a confidant and desire to find it in just about anyone she hoped to never see again, then it might have been a relaxing night out. Though just because there wasn't a spotlight on them, didn't mean no one could hear them. With a couple drinks already in her and Hibiko's only desire being to vent freely whatever pair of ears she could take, she may as well believed they were the only ones in the room.

"I just don't understand his train of thought -- I do, but I'm insulted by it. After all these years, he's going to panic and suddenly think I'm nothing better than those ladies of the court, sharing his secrets? I've never done so in the past, but suddenly he's, what, too scared to tell me something's wrong?"

'Madam.' There was a brief pause in the conversation, if it could be called that, while Hibiko took a final sip of the mixed drink. Gabriele tried to fill it with a request to lower her voice.

She continued with the same passion, but make no mistake, she heard him just fine. "One time I mentioned to the girls I was thinking of wearing something white and the next week it was twisted into everyone saying I'm against the labour movement. If I can't trust them with fucking fashion advice, why the hell would I mention to them that his personal accountant was trying to pocket extra change?"

'Hibiko.' More stern this time, quiet and direct, but it was talked over - she was in the middle of a thought, after all.

"Who else do I talk to that he thinks I'm going to tell, his mother? Edo? You know it's harder to cover up who you really are when you're surprised and stressed out and it's shit like this sometimes that makes me feel like he doesn't honestly know who I am!" Gabriele may have seen only a couple of options to stop her from getting any closer to blabbing out the King's secrets to wandering ears. A threatening hand to cover her mouth would do the trick, but leave too much room to cause a commotion. Which is exactly what she would do with that kind of warning, causing a scene that would easily make it into the papers come morning. Then they would both be in trouble.

Instead, her ranting and whining earned a kiss, which was definitely the correct option and they knew worked in the past. A chaste gesture that forced her to shut her mouth, at least for now, in a much gentler way, giving a second of hypothetical calm to the Queen's overactive mind.

Perhaps to Hibiko it felt more like he couldn't contain his sympathy for the pitty party she was having by herself, or perhaps the giggle trying to escape her throat between the kisses she leaned into was saying this was exactly what she wanted. The Queen seemed to use it as an excuse to test how she liked to kiss Gabriele. What position her head felt most comfortable, if her lips were firm and hungry against his, or delicate and shy.

A tongue attempted to find its way into Gabriele's mouth when he pulled away. His eyes may have been less firey, but Hibiko was studying his lips as he tried to again scold her for daring to be so loud about the Queen and King's private affairs. She watched her bodyguard, taking none of it in, but admiring the bits of stubble that showed the end of a hard day's work.

His eyes slightly moved away from her, needing to catch if anyone saw or was trying to identify them. This only forced Hibiko's hand for a finger to try and turn his jaw back to her. "I don't think I've learned my lesson, kiss me again." Quietly ordering Gabriele as an arm snaked up his body and around his neck. Her entire focus had shifted to keeping his attention, like if given the freedom, she would crawl right into his lap, wearing her sorrow like it was a free pass.

Seeing this final moment to escape her grasp, and likely after a quick mental deliberation, Gabriele got up from their table and escorted her back to the car. A pathetic "no" left the woman as there wasn't much room left for debate. What the hell she expected out of the situation she created was anyone's guess, but part of her hoped being dragged out like a wet kitten would lead to more scolding in the car she could play off of.

Though even she knew that was far from likely.

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Haruichi Furudate’s manga, Haikyuu, and the author creates some characters. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

NOTES: inspired from the song of Troye Sivan’s Angel Baby & Jonaxx' TBIP, timeskip age

Inspired by the ones created by @maysdigitalarts

SUMMARY: Kuroo Tetsurou thought love didn't exist, but when he met this strange girl, an angel-like Alisa Haiba, everything changed. Is everything he does for her motivated only by his desire for her, or is he truly in love with her?

made by @saradika

I am one of those who does not believe in love. After my parents separated, I began to feel that love did not last forever. My mother was found cheating with a younger colleague at work, according to my elder brother. And she was the first lady to break my heart. It was the reason I loathed women. I don't take relationships seriously. I get satisfaction from playing with women's hearts.

"Bro, check this out," Tooru said as he switched his phone to mine. "She's sexy as hell."

Tooru's habit is to check out some hot ladies on Instagram.

"She's quite hot, huh?"

I sipped my coffee quietly as I shifted my gaze to the documents on the table. I almost forgot I still had work to do.

Shit! I massaged my temples. My job has been causing me stress. After my father resigned as CEO, the sudden dumping of everything on me caused me to stop going to parties and seeing my women, leaving me completely stunned.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked softly as he patted my back.

I sighed and looked at him. 

"Is it about women again?" I groaned. "It's not about them, but about this," I said, pointing to the documents piled on my table.

He patted me on the back. "Don't stress yourself out; come on, relax for a while."

Now I massaged my throbbing fucking head. I sighed, wondering where I could be.

"Tsk!" I checked my watch and it was almost 7:30 a.m. Damn it! I have a meeting in 45 minutes. How could I possibly get there on time? I'm not feeling well after last night's drinking party.

When I turned to my side, I noticed a woman sleeping next to me. So she’s the girl I bedded last night? Hmm, not bad at all but I don’t need to bother about her. I’m already finished with her, anyway.

I’m tip toeing as I walk slowly, carefully not making any noise as I’m trying to leave her room. I hurriedly packed and wore my clothes. I didn’t bother to glance at her as I hastily went to my car. When I reached outside, I immediately searched for my car. But damn it! I can’t find it!

Tsk! Where the hell did I park it? But suddenly, I saw the truck start towing my car. I shouted several times but the towing truck did not stop. I would be late today. Shit!

I ran closer to the upcoming taxi but suddenly someone stopped me from opening its door.

“I hold it first.” she angrily said.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for a taxi cab for an hour.”

“I have to get in first. I’m late for the audition.”

“And I’m late for my mee—” she didn’t let me finish what I said and took the taxi cab.

What the fuck?

I’m really in a bad mood today, a lot of things happened to me, including my headache, to the girl I bedded with, my car and the worst of all, that girl I randomly met along the way, she was the reason why I’m too late today. Damn it!

After our meeting, I immediately went straight to my office, to start doing the work I needed to do.

I groaned as I checked each model’s profile. I sighed and massaged my temple. This is stressing the hell out of me. Honestly, I would prefer partying and having fun with women than sitting here and checking these damn profiles.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar face. I smirked when I remembered what happened earlier, this girl told me she was gonna be late for the audition. 

Hmm, so she is Alisa Haiba. I smiled at the plan I had in mind. I leaned my back on the chair and I brushed my index finger on my lips while reading her profile.

She looks so interesting, huh?

I bit my lip as I scanned her portfolio. She’s really beautiful and sexy, huh? 

Even though I wasn’t part of the judging team of the audition, they let me inside the room. I quietly sat on my chair while I waited for the next candidate to enter. Honestly, this is the first time I sat here.

“Miss Alisa Haiba, you’re next.”

My eyes shifted to the door where she stood. She stiffened when our eyes met. You remember me, huh? 

I lowered my head pretending to read her profile just to hide my smirk.

“Okay, Miss Alisa Haiba.” I read her name sensually, looking at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face.

“Hmm?” I leaned on my chair while my legs were leg-lock. “Move closer…”

Her eyes widened because of my request. I smirked as if I won a game. 

“Turn around.”

She wanted to say something but I didn’t let her speak.

“Miss Haiba, I don’t want to waste my time. Do what I say.”

She hesitated, and yet she turned around, I smirked again. I can’t stop smirking just because of the sight of her. She got both big boobs and butt, a small waist and an angelic face. 

I shut my eyes. Damn it! Tetsurou, be professional! Don’t be such a dick here!

“Turn around again and face us.” I intertwined my hands as I leaned my elbow on the table. 

I couldn’t help but smile when she faced us.

“I want you…” I said it while looking at her intently. She gasped as she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze. 

I laughed to lighten the atmosphere between us. “You’re accepted—”

“What?!” Miwa looked so angry at me, the edge of my lips lifted, forming a smirk as I faced her.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me that? Seriously, Kuroo? You accepted this girl! She didn’t even reach the stand—”

“What’s wrong with her? She has an angelic and sexy body, so why not accept her right away?” Her lips parted, she couldn’t believe what I’m saying.

I didn’t let her talk again and asked my secretary about the contract signing for Alisa.

Every time she is in front of the camera. I can see the passion in her eyes. Posing as if no one’s looking at her.

When our eyes met, she looked so conscious about herself but kept herself composed. One of my brows raised. Trying to be tough, huh? 

I smirked. 

“So, are you interested in this girl, huh?” Tooru mumbled, standing right next to me.

“She got a pretty and innocent face…” he smirked, looking back and forth between me and Alisa. “You change your preferences, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m just checking here if everything’s okay. And the hell! I’m not interested in her.”

He smirked. “Geez! You’re too obvious, man.”

I groaned. “Oh? Shut up!” he chuckled, teasingly looking at me.

“Why don’t you admit that she already got you, huh?” he put his hand on his chin and smirked at me. “Because of pride?”

“What are you talking about?” I shake my head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he said that. Me? Interested in her? Hell, no!

“You did great, Alisa.” He casually said it. She shyly smiled at him. I got irritated when Tooru tried to flirt with her. I called his attention. “We got to go now.”

“Huh? Where are we going now?” he looked confused but later on there was a smirk on his face. I got irritated by the way he looked at me.

“Oh? Someone’s jealous here.” he chirped. I glared at him but he just shrugged it off.

“Bye, miss beautifu—aw!” I elbowed him but he just laughed and then he winked at her.

Did she give him a shy smile? What the hell?! Is she flirting back at him? Tsk! What a pity girl, too naïve about everything.

My eyes darted at the big led tv screen. I saw her again but this time I am looking at the advertisement flashing on the tv screen. My heart suddenly pumped against my chest. What was this? Because of frustration, I brushed my palm to my face.

When I looked back at the screen again, I saw her expressive eyes. It looked like she was looking at me while her lips showed a mischievous smile, and my pants tightened. 

Fuck! I was aroused because of that?

Oh! Com’on Tetsurou, how many days since the last time you had sex? I sighed.

I’ve been on a diet for almost a week! Maybe that’s why I’m too horny tonight. I think I need to go to the bar to find someone where I can release my heat. But I’m not in the mood. The hell!

I gritted my teeth, annoyed while searching on the internet. I couldn’t find any further information about Alisa, so I dialed Kenma’s number.

“What now?” Kenma languidly asked me from the other line.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What?”

“I want you to investigate everything about Alisa Haiba.”

“Oh? A woman…” Amusement was in his voice. “Another chick, huh?”

I frowned. “Stop interrogating me. Just do your job.”

I heard him laugh. “Fine. Whatever, motherfucker!”

If tabloids won’t tell me about you, then let’s do some dirty work, baby.

She looked so shy and nervous right now, in contrast to how fierce and shameless she is on the camera. 

Every time she looked in my direction, she would immediately avoid my gaze. Is she trying to ignore me? I grinned. Do you think you could get me through those old tricks of yours? Good luck, miss.

I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.

“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.

They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”

I smiled at them again.

“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.

I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.

So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa's circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.

“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.

“Huh?”

“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.

“Excuse me? What did you—”

“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”

I shouldn’t flinch. But damn!  I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!

“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”

“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”

“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.

I gritted my teeth. 

“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”

“But—”

“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”

I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?

“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.

“I was trying not to make a scene—”

“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”

Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!

“I don’t like—”

“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.

“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”

After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.

Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.

“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.

I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.

“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”

He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”

“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.

I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!

I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.

She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.

Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.

I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?

Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!

I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.

My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!

I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.

I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.

Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?

As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.

I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!

But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.

“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.

I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?

I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.

What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.

Part 2

[sleepthinks]

I wonder if other people with toxic/abusive parents have any similar stories/feelings.

My mother is/has always been emotionally manipulative and abusive and toxic. I guess that's part of bi-polar and a slew of other personality traits.

Because of this, my siblings and I have had fights/problems with her since childhood. My sister moved out and got her own job/apartment at 17. My brother decided at like 13 to move to the other side of the country to live with his dad. I couldn't get out until college and it was bad. (there's a 15 year age gap between my siblings and me. First marriage vs third)

Several times my siblings and I have tried to have a sit down conversation with my mother about her behavior and how she continues to make her own life (and ours) harder by the choices she makes. The way she acts. She never takes any responsibility and always gets super defensive and shuts down and it sucks. I've lost track of how many times we have done this cycle.

Because of this, my sister and I have decided that, for our own mental health, we can't continue to give our time/energy/emotional capacity to someone who won't accept responsibility or even agree there is an issue to change. The last year or so both my sister and I have stopped getting involved in her issues and stopped giving her attention when she tries to cause controversy and drama. If she had a problem (that she got herself into) we don't get involved, we don't offer advice or solutions or try to listen at all because it doesn't matter.

What always happens whenever she feels like her children are neglecting her, she gets sick or injured somehow. She always ends up in the hospital so one of us has to come and take care of her. And if we don't pity her or act sorry enough for her, she uses that as ammunition against us, proof that we are terrible children to her. She's always the victim.

It had been a few quiet weeks, where I hadn't gotten a mass group text from her or a call, and I thought, it's probably about time she gets sick again. And sure enough. On Monday she was admitted to the hospital for pneumonia.

The timing of this is extra suspicious/convenient because this weekend is my nieces engagement party that the whole family is supposed to attend. An event she isn't the center of or maybe isn't involved as much as she feels she should be. An event that if she went to, everyone would be expected to feel sorry for her and give her sympathy etc.

I guess that between the doctors and my siblings/niece that they decided she isn't going to go. Which means that I get to be the caretaker since my brother and sister are going to the event down in Texas.

I can't help but feel like this is EXACTLY what she wanted. I didn't give her enough attention or sympathy or whatever and now I HAVE to because shes sick and needy.

I am supposed to go visit her in the hospital after work and I'm already stressed and annoyed about it. I know I'm going to be in a bad mood and have to fake being sympathetic and she's going to ask a bunch of dumb questions I don't have an answer to and then she's going to say that I'm being rude to her and use that to try to make me feel bad or do more things for her idk.

Maybe I'm an asshole. Maybe I'm the worst ungrateful piece of shit child. Idk.

Anyone else have similar situations? How do you navigate it?