#and also eat. I had a really good late breakfast/lunch before going back to bed

[puptrefied]

Hi! Do you take requests?

If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:

"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandra…finding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"

of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal 🙏

If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)

　let's start by saying caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.

sure, receiving it feels good—but what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ♡ ugh chef's kiss.

( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )

it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.

your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.

she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a little—don't mind it.

“should I continue?” cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy ‘yes, please’.

oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.

the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.

legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.

if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ๋࣭⭑ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongue’s already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm you…yet.

she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.

she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.

the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.

“caitlyn.”

of course it had to be her mother out of all people.

cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!

“It is 3 am; please take your… friend out of here.” a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguing—none really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.

“just keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?” the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.

she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.

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[hybridhideoutstory]

CHAPTER 3

The first place Payton was that morning was in the hideout kitchen with Pattie at 6:30 sharp. The two of them were starting their punishment of the day after attempting to eliminate each other off the Hideout’s registry. Today the two of them were washing every dish left behind by the hybrids during breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. This was all basically 6:30am to 10:00pm, the only difference over the course of the day was what they had to clean off the plates. 

Payton had to wear a heavy and thick bonnet as to not get their purple paint hair wet, even if their horns poked out of it uncomfortably. They also had bright yellow rubber gloves that went up to their forearms. They wore a dirty apron that went down to their knees and the thickest clothes the hideout had in their supplies. They were sweating bullets, but instead of just looking shiny and smelling like rotten fish they started to look like a splash of rainbow colors and reeked of expo markers. Apparently their sweat had to be watercolor paint, of course it was. All Pattie had to wear was gloves, a hair net, and an apron over her normal clothes. Safe to say she didn’t understand Payton’s complaints about the heat. 

Their body was still aching from fight yesterday. They felt like they were going to fall over from the heat and the pain combined. 

Sometime in late evening one of the workers returned home early so Pattie and Payton were asked to run one of the cashier positions. It wasn’t much of a cashier as in collecting money, it was more like just take the order and tell the cooks. Pattie basically forced Payton to run it because according to her she couldn’t “do math” even if math wasn’t involved. That was fine by Payton, at least they weren’t at risk of death by wet. About ten minutes before they could go back to their room that evening a kid walked up to the counter and placed his arm smugly over the table like he owned the place.

“Good evening juvenile hybrid” 

“Wow… good to meet you too what the hell is your order…” 

The kid looked like an adolescent anthropomorphic Dumbo. He had the same ears of an elephant and teeth that stuck out of his mouth like tusks. He wore a red T-shirt and cargo shorts with so many pockets that Payton envied him. 

“I don’t want anything to eat really, just want you to know that this is what happens when ladies like you try to act like boys.”

“… what…”

“I mean, they put you two on dishwashing duties today for a reason! 

Payton stood there in a stunned silence for a moment “Um… sir, I��m not a woman 

“Oh so your one of those girls.” 

“What?”

“One of those girls who think they aren’t a girl, well that’s not what biology says. You girls gotta learn that your gender depends on what’s in your pants, not just something you can change Willy nilly for attention. Enjoy washing those dishes because I assume this punishment is going to happen again if you don’t fix your act. Good day young lady!” And just like that he walked away. 

“Who was that punk?” Pattie shouted from the back. 

“I- I don’t know. I’ve been here for like two days.” 

“I bet it was that Lucas kid” she said with a small amount of cheer

“Who?” 

“Lucas! Him and his sister are always tryna start fights in this place. They’re discourse hybrids.”

“Discourse hybrids? Wait wait so do the make people fight each other?” 

“Better, they make groups a people fight. They basically cause civil war. Which is awesome because it means more pain!” 

“Oh so you just like when people are in pain?” 

“Well yeah! I’m the pain hybrid! It’s all I do!” Pattie proclaimed with pride. 

“Well isn’t it lovely that we know each other” Payton said sarcastically. 

That night as Payton was sitting in bed they kept thinking about that Lucas kid and his apparent sister. What really bothered them was what Lucas said to them. His logic wasn’t much different than their parents, which was probably why it had really gotten under their skin. Whatever biology textbook he read certainly didn’t matter anymore, no one in the hideout was even fully human, that’s why they were there anyway! At least their gender, according to his logic, was “yellow paint” and not “girl”. That made them feel a little better. 

The next day was finally a day were they could do what they want, free of tours and chores. They took the elevator to areas they assumed Omf never had the time to show them because they had go beaten half ways through. They took a major liking to the art studio. It was gorgeous. Kids were quiet and mostly just listening to music while doing crafts, painting, sketching, and anything that could be a creative outlet. They sat on a table with another kid and set up their canvas. Now, what they really wanted to test was if they could paint with their tail. It was pretty wide but not to large, it was manageable. The sky blue color the studio had was amazing, not only was the color vibrant and exactly what they wanted, it also tasted like sweet cotton candy. 

“Excuse me?” Said the girl at the table. She looked to be the same age as Payton. She wore a blue turtleneck And had long brown hair. She had the ears of a donkey which made Payton think maybe she was the gold  hybrid or something, they knew some things about Greek mythology despite their Christian upbringing. The girl stared at her. 

“Are you enforcing the stereotype that art kids are gay?” She said with a hint of self righteousness 

“What? No? I just like to paint. It’s always been a pastime of mine.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh my god…” 

“HEY! That’s offensive to some Christian hybrids here who might not feel comfortable with you using the lords name in vain!”

“But…”

“No buts! I’m going to have to make a peaceful protest against you!” The donkey girl grabbed a nearby can of purple paint and dumped it onto Payton’s head. Their clothes weren’t stained as their body basically started to absorb it, but the extra paint caused their hair to suddenly grow really long. They hated that. Suddenly they heard a voice they recognized. 

“Good one sis!” Said Lucas, who was standing at the side of the table the whole time. “You really got her good.” 

“Hey, at least I’m peaceful about my views.”

Lucas sat down next to his sister. “Did ya know my sister Lela is an excellent hair stylist?” He asked Payton. “Of course, we couldn’t go too short, didn’t want you to look too boyish.” 

Payton could feel their body boiling, literally, the paint was bubbling off their skin. They got of from their seat and stormed out of the studio. 

Omf spotted Payton in the lobby of the hideout.

“Hey Pay Pay! :]>” he exclaimed. “Woah, where did you get the reverse haircut? :]” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” They stomped their foot. 

“Hey, your obviously grumpy stumpy on something! Why don’t ya tell me? I can keep secrets.” 

“It’s the discourse hybrids.”

His jaw would’ve fell off his face if it wasn’t attached to his face. “Sugar-cookie >:[, those guys are so rude to everyone for no reason! No wonder your so cranky!”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Maybe write it down in a journal?” Omf suggested. 

“OH MY GOSH!” Shouted Lela from across the lobby. Payton perked up in shock wondering how she and her brother got there so fast.

Lucas spoke up. “Are you really gonna journal? Didn’t you know that paper was invented in Foreign land? Not only that but it was invented in China! Which is a threat to our American civilization!”

“And!” Lela interjected. “Paper is made of trees! Do you support the countless trees that are constantly murdered so you can write your sorry little woes into a hideous journal? You! Paint person…”

“Paint girl…” Lucas stated mater of factly. 

“Right… you are one of the most offensive hybrids in this whole hideout! And everyone is going to know because I’m going to tell every one!” 

If Payton was bubbling before they were boiling by now. “What kind of nonsense reasoning are you just spitballing?! That makes no sense!” 

“It’s just facts!” The siblings said in unison. 

“THATS IT!” Payton screamed. “IM GONNA KILL YOU TWO!” 

“PAYTON!” Omf restrained them. “Please! Don’t let them get to you!  They’re trying to make you feel all angry and stuff!” 

Payton struggled against Omf while the siblings look on smugly, as if daring Payton to attack. 

“You’re really going to let these losers get away with nonsense?!” Payton shouted. 

“Please! I know it’s nonsense! That’s why you can’t give into it!” 

“Go on juvenile!” Egged on Lucas. “We all know your going to end up washing dishes again like a true lady!”

“SHUT! UP!” Payton growled. 

“You clearly plan on hurting my brother over here! I’m afraid I’m gonna have to rally up my friends and we’ll hold a peaceful protest to have you silently executed for your behavior. Don’t worry it’ll be an accident. I don’t do horrible stuff like that on purpose.” 

“YOU!…”

Omf covered their mouth before they could say anything that would get them cancelled by Lela. “Sorry fellow hideout residents!” He said apologetically. “Payton here is very new to the hideout and they are under a lot of stress! They don’t mean anything they say, it’s just the emotional pressure of it all!  I’m going to take them to a place where they can let go of all of that anger in a healthy way! Toodles! :]>” 

He quickly rushed them to the elevator.

Once he got Payton in the training dojo he let them go. 

“What’s wrong with you!? I was gonna give those two what they deserve!” 

“Payton no! You can go around solving everything with violence against others :[.”

“Says who your storybook?” 

“Payton :[,” he said pleadingly. “If you do what you think is the right thing in the moment your only going to make things worse for yourself. Your going to prove them right. That’s the worse thing you can do.” 

He grabbed a sword and pointed it to a dummy. 

“You see, this is how I take out my anger. I battle these dummies. Because they’re not real! They sure as heck can’t get hurt either. So what I do is just…” he sliced the dummies head clean off with the sword. “Let it out here. It might not work as well for you, but it works for me. So I think we should give it a try. How about That? :]” 

Payton looked at their hands, then back at Omf. They tried to think of the sharpest sword imaginable. The really wanted the nonsense to stop as soon as possible. They swung their hand and

Swish

Payton’s hand had sliced through the dummy like it was butter. 

“Woah!” Omf exclaimed. “Dude! Your hand turned into a super stelar sword! :0” 

“Yeah… I guess so. Can I go slice up the siblings with it now?” 

“NO NO NO NO! Absolutely not! That’s no way to handle this. Lets try slicing up a bunch of these dummies instead. Then if you feel better and apologize to the siblings for your behavior, I’ll put in a good word to Luna, okay?”

“Apologize?”

“I know, but it’ll make you better than those two, I promise.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Payton figured it would be nice to be on Luna’s good side after what happened yesterday. So they started slicing. 

Each dummy was like exterminating another one of their problems. The fact they would never see their family again? That dummy is gone. They’ll never see their friends and girlfriend again? That dummy looks like diced carrots now. They had to live with Lizard boy’s stupid and silly rules? That dummy isn’t even recognizable anymore. 

Even though they didn’t want to admit it, this massacre of potato sacks and stuffing was actually helpful. They felt like they were taking action. Even though they weren’t. Forty five minutes later they were sweating and perfectly relaxed. 

“So…” Omf approached them carefully. “How do you feel after all of… that…” 

“Okay I guess.” Payton said, out of breath. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes from you :]. In a few minutes I’m going to find Lela and Lucas so you can say sorry. Water?”

“NO!”

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry I’m sorry. I forgot. Hey, looks like you gave yourself a haircut too!” 

Payton looked in a mirror, sure enough, all the extra hair length they got from the bucket was gone. “Thank god.” They mumbled. 

A few moments later Payton found themself sitting at a cafeteria table with Omf, Lela, and Lucas. The siblings looked as smug as ever at the two of them. They were both expecting Payton to leap out and attack them. That meant they could become public enemy number one in the hideout, and that meant discourse would be high. “It’s going to be amazing” thought the siblings. 

“Well,” Omf broke the silence. “Tell them what you wanted to say.” 

“I’m sorry” Payton said. 

“WHAT?!” Both siblings shouted. 

“Look, I am under a lot of stress with being new and all, so I’m sorry if I offended you two. I’m just trying to do my best to comprehend everything.”

“But…” Lucas said. “You…” 

“Yeah I said some stuff I regret. And I’m sorry.” 

Lela perked up. “But your supposed to be mad…” 

“And I’m not.” 

Both of them were red in the face. “Yeah?” Lucas said. “I bet your parents don’t accept your pronoun nonsense!” 

“And I dealt with that feeling.” Payton said with a bit of pride. “I felt with all the feelings I’ve been experiencing over the past two days.” 

“But-.” 

Omf cut Lela off. “I think Payton got their point across. I think they need some time to themself now.” He turned to them, giddy and proud. “Let’s get you to your room :]” 

Now, Payton knew they didn’t mean any “sorry” that they said. Those kids probably deserved to be put In their place, but Payton didn’t do that. And for some reason, they felt good about that. They could’ve hurt those guys if they wanted to., but they didn’t. They didn’t allow themself to stoop down to a level that made them look just as bad as the siblings. Payton lounged in their bed. For some reason, they felt way more tired than usual. It was only 4PM, but they felt as tired as if it was 2 in the morning. “It’s probably the training.” They thought to themself. They then peacefully zoomed off to slumber. 

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[chokarubi]

late night adventure — a birthday SMAU and hcs featuring boyfriend Haitani Rindou x fem reader

authors note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINNIE 💓 wasn't planning on writing anything but the influx of Rin posts and art for his birthday inspired me. enjoy my shot at smashing together a SMAU and hcs (do text-convos count as a SMAU?); also this got way longer and tbh the first half could exist on it's own since it's not particularly birthday related, but we're gonna run with it (─‿‿─)♡ posted: 10/19/24

Rindou really did show up at your house 5 minutes after he sent his last message

he stopped his bike in front of your house, dismounting and leaning back, waiting for you to come outside

opening the door and running out to meet Rin you were met with a cocky grin

when he saw how huffy you were he chuckled, "just wanted to see my girl as fast as I could, cmon you can't be mad on my birthday huh babe?" as he got up to wrap his arms around you

weak to his advances, you conceded "fine, but only this one time since it's a special occasion (￣ヘ￣)" nuzzling into his arms that shielded you from the cool night air

Rindou continued to tease, "so you got me out of bed babe, did you have something you wanted to do or you just couldn't wait until the morning to see me?"

"didn't have anything super specific in mind really, just wanted to spend some time with you. can we ride around and maybe grab a snack? I love riding on your bike Rinnie"

Rindou and you stopped by a FamilyMart, grabbing a few snacks before driving around with you aimlessly, just enjoying the night atmosphere, lights and how empty the streets were

Eventually feeling your arms loosen on his waist, Rindou knew you had gotten tired, likely from staying up all night to wish him a happy birthday at midnight and then further proposing a late outing

gently shaking you awake, not wanting you to fall off his bike, he took you back to his place

Rindou planned on cuddling with you and waking up at a more appropriate time, ready to celebrate his birthday

carrying you up to his and Ran's apartment, Rindou plopped you into his bed, nudging you to change into one of his shirts, adorably oversized on your body

wrapping his arms around you and you nuzzling into his neck, he fell asleep content, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms

he fell asleep quickly, comforted by your familiar warmth and weight

who knows what you and Ran had planned for his special day? he needed to rest up and shore up his energy stores

waking up; it's time for birthday festivities!

waking up, Rindou was surprised that you weren't in his bed

groggily getting up to search for you, he stepped out of his room to be met with a puff of confetti thrown into his face

"Happy Birthday Rinnie!! Happy Birthday little bro!"

Rindou shook the mountain of confetti out of his face and hair to see that you and Ran seemingly had woken up before him and decorated the apartment

on the kitchen island, Rindou saw an assortment of his favorite foods, some bought from bakeries + stores, some homemade by you

smiling, he gave Ran a hug, enduring his teasing to briefly show his grattitude

moving to you, Rindou leaned in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist

giggling, you reach up to remove a piece of confetti he missed from his hair, Rindou leaning into your touch

the plan was to eat a late breakfast/early lunch, meet up with the S-62 boys at a club that was headlined by a DJ Rindou liked and then spend the rest of the night back at the apartment, drinking and watching tv

you gave your gift to Rindou at the end of the night, a lingerie set and a promise of a good night ♡(>ᴗ•)

final authors note: hope the whole quoted speech for reader and Rindou worked out, still experimenting to see what style I want to go with when writing; also feel free to comment! I love to hear people's thoughts on my writing!

[catoslvt]

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Day of the reaping

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your family (The Flickermans) have a lot of money.

already together

As I begin sprinting up the stairs to Coriolanus' penthouse, I regret opting for the shoes with even a slight heel, but I needed to look good today.

I stand in front of his front door and begin knocking, placing my empty hand against my chest in an attempt to calm my breathing.

"Y/n, I thought Coriolanus was meeting you at the Academy." Tigris tells me as she pulls open the door.

"I've got shoes for him." I whisper to her, and she kisses both of my cheeks before pointing over to Coriolanus' room, and I smile at her before walking over to his door, giving it a gentle knock before walking in, hiding the shoes and the bag behind my back.

"Y/n, I thought I was supposed to get you at the Academy." Coriolanus states as he glances up at me before he begins to put his shoes on.

"Sorry, I'm only here because I bought you something that I couldn't give you at the Academy." I tell him and his eyebrows furrow as he looks over at me, so I first of all hand him over the bag of food which is leftovers from my families breakfast and also some other ingredients so they could make their meals better.

"Obviously, the leftovers in case you're hungry now, obviously there's the lunch at the Academy but people will be watching so you won't be able to take as much as you like, and then whatever you don't eat you can leave for Tigris and Grandma'am." I first of all say, and coriolanus smiles as he takes a peek in the bag, and Coriolanus goes back to putting on his shoes thinking that was it.

"There's one more thing." I tell him, and he stops again and looks at me before I reveal the shoes from behind my back, and Coriolanus' face drops in shock, and i smile slightly before passing them over to him and he sits them on his bed.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He tells me as he smiles and stands up, making his way to stand right in front of me and wrap his arms around my waist.

I go to say I love him too but he cuts me off.

"No, I mean seriously, how did I manage to find someone as perfect as you? Not to mention how gorgeous you look today." He tells me as he takes only a step back to look at my whole dress.

"I love you too." I reply, smiling to try and hide my blush as I wrap my arms around his neck and we both go in for a kiss, meeting in the middle.

It's short and sweet because I pull away laughing pointing over at the shoes.

"We're gonna be late. Hurry up." I state, half joking but half serious, and Coriolanus nods before sitting back down on his bed, removing the shoes that are too small for him and putting on the ones I bought for him. Once they're completely on, he stands up with a small jump and admires himself in the half broken mirror that remains in his room before motioning for me to stand beside him and I do.

I'm not going to lie. We look really good together, Coriolanus and I compliment each other much like salt compliments pepper.

"I'll take something from the bag and eat it on our way to the Academy, the rest I'll leave to Tigris and her creative mind." Coriolanus tells me before his eyes widen.

"Thank you, y/n." He states before he turns around and kisses me over and over on the lips until we are both laughing and he's pulling away to find something to eat in the bag.

As Coriolanus and I walk to the academy, I suddenly remember something my dad had spoke about last night.

"Do you know they're beginning to tax everyone in housing?" I ask him, and he turns to look at me, almost stopping in his tracks.

"To help rebuild the Capitol, it's this new law that every household will need to pay tax." I continue and he shakes his head slightly.

"My dad said if you're gonna need help paying the taxes, then we can help out, and if they get too much, you can all move in with us, I mean you would sleep in my room probably and then there's plenty of spare rooms." I tell him and he continues to walk but shakes his head again.

"You and your family have done too much for me and my family." Coriolanus argues.

"If it was the other way about, I'd hope you'd do the same for me." I tell him, turning my head to look at him slightly.

"Of course I would. It's just a bit embarrassing having to constantly get help from your girlfriend and her family." He sighs, and we both drop the conversation before we get close to the Academy.

"I like your shirt, is it new?" I ask Coriolanus as we climb the steps to the Academy.

"It was one of my father's, Tigris fixed it up." He whispers to me, and I nod.

As we walk into the hall, it's full of people, and we're not even late. We're like fifteen minutes early, actually.

"I'm gonna go and see if my dad's here yet." I tell Coriolanus as we begin to walk to Satyria, one of our teachers who are particularly fond of Coriolanus. If he wasn't one of her students, I'm sure she would've tried something with him by now.

"Okay, I'll save you a seat at the reaping if I don't see you." He says, pressing a light kiss to my head before I walk away in search of my dad, and I find him almost instantly. However, he's talking to Dean Highbottom, so I let out a small sigh but put on a fake smile as I approach them, it's not that I don't like Highbottom, he's never done anything to me personally and my dad's had him over for dinner a few times, but it's as if he personally targets Coriolanus.

"Ah y/n, I was just talking about you." Highbottom announces as I stand next to my dad.

"Saying good things, I presume?" I say with a smile which he returns.

"Where's the Snow boy?" He then asks, and I motion towards the last place I saw him standing.

"With Satyria, or at least he was when I left." I answer, and he nods before diverting his attention back to my dad.

"I better go and get ready, I'll see you after the ceremony." Highbottom says before turning away and walking off, and once he's out of view my dad rolls his eyes slightly.

"What's his fascination with Coriolanus?" I whisper, and he just shrugs before raising his glass to his lips and taking a small sip.

"Does he like the shoes?" My dad asks me, and I nod.

"Loves them." I answer.

I stay at my dads side until every mentor is called down to the front to take a seat, and my eyes instantly fall on Coriolanus and the empty seat between him and Sejanus.

When Sejanus gets told he has the boy from district two, I feel his whole body tensing from beside me, and I can't help but feel bad.

He's from district two.

"The girl from district four belongs to.. y/n flickerman." Highbottom says, flashing me the smallest smile and I nod slightly.

My dad must've bought a good tribute for me.

"I'm gonna get a bad tribute." Coriolanus groans, and I grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"If you do, I'll swap tributes with you." I whisper and he squeezes my hand back.

"And the girl tribute of district twelve goes to Coriolanus Snow." Highbottom says, a subtle evil look flashing over his face, and I watch as the blood drains from Coriolanus' face.

"Shit." He mutters, and everyone begins standing up and talking to each other about what tribute they got, Sejanus, Clemensia, Coriolanus, and I all stand together and we all notice the upset look on Sejanus' face.

"What is it? Aren't you happy? District Two, the boy. That's the pick of the litter." Coriolanus asks Sejanus and my eyes widen.

"You forget I'm part of that litter." Sejanus states harshly before his forehead creases in concentration.

"I'm sure my father requested it. He's always trying to get my mind right." Sejanus then goes on to say before were all instructed to go back to our seats in preparation for the live reaping from each district and also the Capitol Anthem.

Once we're done singing, although half of the students around me sounded like total messes because they didn't know the words, our attentions all focus on the floor to ceiling screen showing the live airing of district twelve where Coriolanus' tribute is about to be called.

"The district twelve girl tribute is Lucy Grey Baird." The president exclaims, and the camera quickly swivels around and focuses on a girl who looks a year younger than me. She's wearing a bright and bold dress, her hair wrapped in beautiful flowers, and she's.. even wearing makeup. If I didn't know any better, I would've said she looks part of the Capitol.

Instead of walking towards the stage, she walks into the crowd of girls and pulls something from her skirt and puts something down another girls collar, a snake I'm pretty sure due to its colours.

"What is she doing." I whisper to myself, and the hall comes to life with people talking to the people beside them.

I zone out, staring at the screen, Coriolanus really needs the prize money. He needs to win this, and the girl looks like a fine tribute, but is she a fighter? She certainly doesn't look like one despite putting a snake down another girls dress.

I'm snapped out my deep thoughts when the screen shows the girl now singing on the stage, as if she's really enjoying this, as though she knows we're a part of her little show.

"Looks like you've got a songbird on your hands." I tell Coriolanus as we add lunch to our plates.

"Tell me if you want anything else on your plate, and I'll put it on mine." I whisper to him, and he nods slightly and only points to a few other things before we take our plates and head towards the table Clemensia sits at.

"I'm gonna go get a dessert before they're all ran out. Do you want one?" He asks as he stares at me.

"Get two of whatever you want." I say, nodding, knowing fine well I'm gonna let him eat my dessert.

"Your tribute looks terrifying." Clemensia tells me as she lets out a small laugh, and I nod in agreement.

"I'm scared for when we need to meet them. She'll probably kill me or something." I tell her, and we both laugh and a few moments pass and I realise Coriolanus isn't back so I begin looking around for him and realise Highbottom is talking to him and Coriolanus looks slightly upset.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Clemensia asks me, and I shrug.

"He's probably being a dick to Coryo, as always." I sigh before Highbottom walks away from Coriolanus, allowing him to walk back to our table with two slices of pie.

"I don't like pie." I say, which is a lie. I love pie.

Coriolanus notices my lie and smiles a little at me before trying to play it off to Clemensia.

"What kind of boyfriend are you? You two have been together for three years and you forgot your girlfriend didn't like pie!" She exclaims, clearly joking, but Coriolanus took a second to realise she was being sarcastic.

"I used to like it but then I was really ill once and I ate my favourite pie and puked." I continue to lie and she nods.

"I'm gonna go sit with Juno. That idea of puking pie before he's gonna eat pie makes me feel like I'm gonna puke." She tells us with a laugh before grabbing her plate and walking over to Junos table.

"Do you want to come over after we eat?" Coriolanus asks as he stares at me, and I nod slightly, not talking with my mouth full.

"Grandma'am won't mind if you stay." He adds before I swallow my mouth full.

"Can we go over to my house first so I can get some clothes to change into, and I can also ask Cook to make a roast or something." I offer, and he continues to eat his food.

"Once we're done, we can go find my dad to ask if I can stay at yours, and he could also drive us to my house." I state, he nods, not taking his eyes off his food.

"Do you have everything?" My dad asks as he turns around in the car to face me and Coriolanus.

"Clothes, pyjamas, and the roast." I list and he nods.

"I'll see you tomorrow, enjoy dinner and tell grandma'am and Tigris they're welcome over anytime." He says, and I nod before leaning over and kissing my dad on the cheek.

"I will dad, love you, bye." I say as I begin pushing into Coriolanus trying to give him the hint to open the car door.

"Love you." My dad says back and coriolanus smiles at my dad.

"Thank you, Lucky." He says to my dad with a slight nod and my dad laughs.

"No problem, son, you mean a lot to y/n, so you mean a lot to me too." My dad remarks, and I let out a small laugh before leaning over Coriolanus and opening the door myself almost sending Coriolanus toppling out.

"BYE!" I exclaim before slamming the door.

Coriolanus and I lay on his bed. It's a double, so there's enough space for both of us to lay beside each other, but I always somehow make my way closer to Coriolanus, my head resting on his chest and my leg and arm somewhere sprawled across his body.

"I dont deserve you or your family." Coriolanus sighs, and I shake my head.

"Don't say that." I argue and he sighs.

"I love you." I say before i lift my head from his chest and turn my face to face him, both of us smiling.

"I love you too." He states before he kisses me.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 33

Whelp... I figured out the transfer process of the transferring the handwriting to text to my Chromebook. Go me. So here's a bigger chunk of the story - close to my old length of writing.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. A good bit of this is smut. There's cursing and talk of gun running as well. Please be responsible for your own media consumption. Minors DNI.

Also - don't steal my shit. Just don't.

And if you could reblog it - I'd appreciate it. More interaction means more motivation to write. More motivation to write means quicker chapter updates. And I'd really appreciate it if someone decided to chat with me about this story again. Even just a comment would be appreciated. I've had so many "likes" lately that I know people are reading this, but I don't know if they're enjoying it or not.

The table vote went exactly the way they expected it to go. Marcus would pause his patch at the end of the meeting. Angel revealed that they now had all the shipping details ready to pass on to the Irish Kings whenever the Scot was ready for them. 

"Sounds like we're all set. This gun deal is going to change a lot of lives." Bishop leaned back in his chair and smiled as he rested his cigarette on the ashtray. "Our alliances are stronger than ever. Our club is stronger than ever. All thanks to one person." He looked at Megan. "Poquito. You've earned that kutte a thousand times over. Don't ever forget that." 

There were whoops of agreement as the men banged on the table with their fists as Megan ducked her head a little. 

Marcus smiled. "It's true, Bebita. And we're all so proud of you for it." 

“Just doing my best to help the family," she said leaning into Hank's side. 

They wrapped up the meeting, but no one stood before Marcus. He finished his cigarillo quietly after the gavel fell. Then he stood and slowly removed his kutte. He folded it in half and walked around the table to Megan's seat. "Here, Poquito. Hold on to this for me until I need it again." He laid it on the table in front of her. "Keep it safe." 

Megan stroked the worn leather with her good hand. "Of course, Tío." She smiled up at him. 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." All the men stood up to give him hugs as he walked out of Templo without his kutte for the first time since he founded the Mayans M.C. 

Back in the bar, Hank, Megan and Taza said their good nights and headed back to the ranch for the night. When they got home, Rex was waiting for them on the front porch. As soon as Megan was off the bike, the huge dog was there sniffing Megan all over. She scratched his ears and kissed his head. "Good boy. Sorry we left you so long, buddy." 

Hank smiled. "Next time, we'll just send the prospect for him." 

"Or Chucky," Taza agreed. 

Megan unpacked Marcus ' Kutte from the saddlebag gently. "I'll hang this in our closet." 

 "Good idea, mi princessa," Hank kissed her softly and then led the way inside. 

While Hank and Megan showered, Taza ordered pizza. None of them had the energy for much after a long day. They didn't even turn on the television while they ate. 

"Mi amore, are you sure you got enough pizza? You only ate one slice," Hank asked Megan when she put down her plate. 

Megan smiled at him. "Yes, Hank. I'm sure. We had a big lunch and breakfast. I'm just too tired to eat anymore." 

He nodded and shifted on the couch so that she could curl into his side while he finished eating. “Alright, mi reina. We'll go to bed soon." 

Taza grinned. "And the Prospect picked up my order at the record store today- noise canceling headphones that connect to my stereo in my room." He chuckled." Apparently I should be able to walk all the way to the barn and them not disconnect." 

Hank laughed as Megan's face heated and she hid it in Hank's shirt. "Papa!" 

"What, Chica?" Taza laughed as his burner phone buzzed on the coffee table. He picked it up and checked the number before answering it on speaker. " Bish, you're on speaker. What's up?" 

"Hey. Sorry to disturb your night, but we're gonna have to call a Breakfast Templo again in the morning. Just got off the phone with Charming. Last shipment came in earlier than planned and accompanied by a full house. Gotta plan a major Reaper run and probably leave tomorrow afternoon." Bishop sounded exhausted himself. "Can you make sure Paquito has a go-bag for her and Rex ready? We're gonna need all hands on deck- especially our Armorer." 

"Course, Bish. We'll take care of it. What time do you need us?" Hank asked, squeezing Megan reassuringly.

"Full Templo at seven? Officers by six thirty?" Bishop suggested. 

"We'll be ready, Tío. See you then," Megan said with a nod. 

"Good Girl, Paquito. Your Papa and Hank know the drill. See you tomorrow." He hung up. 

" Well-this should be interesting" Taza sighed, sitting back in his chair. 

"Papa? What did Tío Bishop mean the shipment was accompanied by a full house '?" Megan asked as she began tidying up the pizza boxes. 

"It means, Chica, that the leaders of the True IRA are stateside with this shipment. They call them the Kings." 

Hank nodded. "They're probably here to meet the people they'll be working with. IRA never work with people they don't know." 

"Shit," Megan cursed. "Adelita can't go that far north and she won't let that many people to the camp with the Feds on our tails. How're we gonna play that out?" 

Hank smiled softly at her. "Calm, Princessa. They don't care about that. They want to meet us- not our shipping partners. They want to meet the people doing the selling- not the assembly line." 

Her shoulders sagged in relief. 

"Alright, Chica. Let's get you ready for your first official run," Taza guided her gently towards the hallway. 

They used Megan's battered leather backpack for her go bag. Luckily- she had plenty of travel sized toiletries left. They packed three days worth of clothes- rolled tightly- a small jewelry box for storing her jewelry at night, and her basic hair supplies. She was very good at getting everything down to the bare minimum. Taza did have to remind her several times that it was okay to take things with her. Eventually, the men were more than satisfied with the way she packed for herself. 

Then it was time to pack for Rex. Megan swapped out his collar for the one with longer spikes so she wouldn't forget and packed the temporary bowls from their last trip. She hung his harness and leash on the hook with her kutte. Taza filled Ziploc bags with his food and put them in another old backpack along with one of his rope toys. 

"Papa, how will Rex come along if we're taking the bikes?" Megan asked. 

"Creeper drives the van on long runs like this, sweet Chica. Rex will ride along with him. For that matter- when you get tired- you can too. We'll set you up a spot in there to rest. It's a long ride." Taya smiled gently at her. "We can even fit a bike in the back of the van when we need to." 

Hank came out to settle all three of their backpacks on the bench by the mudroom. "I already texted Creep. He's gonna meet us here with the van at six to load up." He pressed a kiss to the side of Megan's neck. "We can pile some pillows and blankets on the bench seat. Maybe make it a regular thing." 

Taya nodded. "Can't hurt. How many times has one of us had to sleep in the van as guard?" 

Megan grabbed some of the woven Apache blankets and put them by the door too. "Should I put something in the crockpot for breakfast? I could do crockpot French Toast so the officers have something hot when they get there..." 

Hank and Taza looked at her in amazement. "You can do that, Chica?" Taya asked. 

Megan giggled. "Sí Papa. I can even do a breakfast casserole instead if you'd rather. That would actually use up the groceries that would spoil better." 

Hank chuckled. "Let's do that. If we all chop- it will be quick." 

They moved to the kitchen and Megan put Hank to frying sausage and bacon while she and Taza chopped onions, peppers and tomatoes. Once everything was done, Megan threw it all in the crock pot with a bag of frozen hash browns and cheese. She whisked the last of the eggs and milk together with spices and poured it in the crockpot before setting the timer and smiling. "There. Now we have a hot breakfast." She looked very satisfied with herself. 

Taya finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. "Sweet Chica, I think we need another crock pot for next time." 

Megan giggled. "Okay, Papa." 

Hank pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Bedtime?"

Taza watched Megan as she started putting the salsa and other condiments in a bag in the fridge. "Chica... Are you wired again?" 

She froze before looking over her shoulder sheepishly at him. "Kinda..." 

He chuckled. "Alright, Sweet Chica, I'm going to head to bed- with my new headphones- and let Hank settle you enough to sleep." He pulled her in for a quick hug and kissed her forehead. "Love you, Megan. Sweet dreams." 

Megan hugged him tight around the waist. "Love you, too, Papa." 

Once Tazya was behind his firmly closed bedroom door, Hank grinned. "Rex can sleep out here, mi reina. Let's get you some sleep." 

She giggled and told Rex to stay in his living room dog bed. She knew once he got her to sleep, Hank would crack the bedroom door to let the big dog roam freely just like he did most nights. 

In the bedroom, Hank drew Megan in for a deep kiss. She went willingly enough. When they both ran out of breath, he reached to pull her leggings and tank-top off. "On the bed, mi princessa. Your back is in knots. You can't ride like that." 

Megan crawled up onto the bed and sat- slightly confused. 

Hank chuckled and stripped his own shirt before twirling his forefinger at her. "On your tummy." He couldn't help but lean down to kiss her pout. "You heard me..." 

"What's going on?" Megan asked puzzled. 

"You are going to lay on your tummy on the bed and let me start unraveling the knots your muscles are in, mi amore." He grabbed her lotion. 

"But... I thought..." 

Hank smiled gently at her and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. "And I'm not saying no. I'm just saying this first, Princessa. Your body has had a hard day between the horses, the shooting, and the tension of Templo. Let me soothe it first- then we'll see what happens." 

Megan found herself nodding as she realized he was right. She hadn't ridden a horse in a long time. She was saddle sore. Add in the snake and the shooting- her muscles were probably going to cramp if she didn't let Hank help, and those cramps would hurt like hell on her already healing body. "Alright, Hank." She turned and laid herself face down across their bed.

"Good girl," Hank purred before he joined her. "Let me know if I press too hard, mi amore." He pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck and shoulders as he settled himself on his knees straddling her thighs. Gooseflesh dappled her skin and he opened the tub of lotion to warm some in his hands before gliding them carefully over her skin. He started gently working the knots from her neck and shoulders. He was careful not to apply pressure on the newly healed collar bone or her ribs. Instead he used his massive hands to gently coax each knot to loosen. 

Megan couldn't help it. She moaned softly as her shoulders went limp for what felt like the first time in weeks. 

Hank smiled softly and kissed her skin. “That 'a girl, mi reina.” He ran his knuckles down each side of her spine forcing the tension to release and Megan to moan again. "Does that feel good?" 

"God yes..." she groaned out as he used his thumbs to work the knot at the base of her spine. 

"Good. Wanna try one more thing, okay. Gonna release the tension in your head." Hank ran soothing hands up and down her back. He slipped one giant hand into the hair at the base of her skull and gripped gently. "Take a deep breath for me, princessa. I'm gonna pull, but not hard. Deep breath and hold it." 

Megan nodded softly and then did as Hank asked. She took a deep breath in through her nose and held it. 

Hank carefully exerted pressure on her hair pulling it gently. "And out, mi amore." 

As Megan slowly released the breath, he slowly released the tension on her hair and rubbed her scalp. "You alright?" he asked quietly. 

"Mmm hmm..." 

"Good girl. You stay as relaxed as you can. I'm gonna turn you over, okay?" 

"Kay." Megan sounded kind of spaced out but she was completely relaxed beneath him. 

He gently turned her over so she was on her back before turning the lamps on and the overhead light off. He put her lotion back on her vanity and then joined her back in bed, cuddling her close to his bare chest. They were both only in their underwear and he felt what seemed like miles of her soft skin against him. "How're you feeling now, Princessa? Sleepy?" 

Megan's small fingers began tracing his tattoos across his warm skin. "A little, but not ready for sleep yet." 

Hank nuzzled her hair gently as he held her close. “That's alright, mi amore." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and spoke against her skin. "Still want more or would you rather try to rest?" 

Megan smiled against his skin and kissed his chest. "You should probably sleep soon. You're the one driving tomorrow. I'm just the passenger." 

He chuckled a little. "I'll be alright. Besides- we won't ride straight through this time. We'll probably sleep at a motel overnight so we’re sharp when we meet the Irish." His hands wandered a bit more on her skin and he stroked her ribs and the side of her breast with his thumb. "Use your words, Princessa. Do you want more? Your body- your choice." 

Megan pressed her face against his shoulder as her skin heated. Hank cradled her close with the arm she was laying on and teased his fingers along the waistband of her panties. "Are you wet, Princessa?" He tugged gently at her only piece of clothing and his voice dropped to a slight growl. "Do you want to cum for me?" 

Megan whined and squirmed. "Please, Hank..." 

"Please what, Princessa? Want my fingers? My mouth? My cook? Use your words, baby, and I'll give you whatever you want..." 

She tilted her hot face up until she met his dark eyes with hers. "Yes. Want you. All of you." 

He chuckled. "Nice try, Gonna tell me what you want one way or another." He cupped her jaw and tilted her face up to his and planted a kiss on her lips. 

Megan whined. "Please Hank. Don't tease." 

He smiled. "Only a tease if I don't follow through... eventually." He tugged her panties down. planting wet kisses down her skin as he went. He took his time running his calloused hands over her skin as she squirmed. When her good hand started clenching the covers beneath her, he gently pried it off and interlocked his fingers with hers. "Ready to choose, mi amore?" 

Megan nodded as she tried to catch her breath. 

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her hip bone before moving up to face her. He kept hold of her left hand and met her lips for a kiss. When he finally pulled back to breathe, Megan squeezed his hand. "Empty. Wan' your fingers." 

Hank sucked in a breath sharply before he covered her face in kisses. "Good girl. I knew you could do it," he murmured. He guided her fingers to his hair with a smile before sliding his hand down her side. He gently parted her folds and stroked her. She was dripping. He teased her entrance with his middle finger and found her clit with his thumb before he slipped it inside of her. When he started to move, he caught Megan's breathy moan with a deep kiss. He kept his movements purposefully slow. Her hand in his hair tightened and she threw her head back with a cry when he added another finger. "There ya go, Princessa.” He could feel her tensing as her internal muscles tried to drag his fingers deeper. She was so close. He crooked his fingers to rub along her front wall and was rewarded with another cry. "Right there? Does that feel good, mi reina?" At her nearly frantic nod, he grinned. "You are so close, baby. Gonna cum so hard on my fingers." He kissed down her throat to suck a mark at the top of her breast, before capturing one of her nipples to suckle. The next time he crooked his fingers, he pressed hard on the spot that she liked and Megan detonated. 

Her back arched sharply and she choked on her scream. 

Hank worked her through it, coaxing as much pleasure from her body as he possibly could before gentling her through the come down. "There we go. Good girl." He used his other hand to pull her close to his chest and soothe her tremors while keeping his fingers still inside her. Once Megan could breathe again and the shaking had eased, he felt small hands tugging at his underwear. He chuckled. "Want something, mi reina?" 

"You. Inside me." 

Hank wiggled his fingers inside her gently to make her breath catch. "I am inside you," he teased. 

Megan growled and yanked insistently at the cotton covering his cock. She managed to yank them down far enough to wrap her hand around him and coaxed a moan from his amused lips. 

"Alright, mi reina," he kissed her deeply and eased his fingers out of her as she whined. He shucked his underwear quickly before guiding her leg over his hip so he could press inside her slowly while keeping her snuggled to his chest. He couldn't suppress the growl of satisfaction once he paused to let her body adjust. "You are so wet, mi amore. So perfect." He tilted her face up to kiss her as he waited for her body to tell him he could move. 

She whined a bit at the oversensitivity, but rocked her hips against him. 

He picked up her rhythm and met her with gentle thrusts as he watched her eyelids flutter with exhaustion and pleasure. "Think you can cum again for me?" he whispered against her lips. "I'm not gonna last long." He hitched her top leg higher on his hip and pressed deeper inside her with a grinding motion. 

Megan gasped softly and nodded, wrapping her arm around him to pull him closer. 

Hank kept his thrusts slow and deep. He watched her face until he had to bury his own in her hair. He slipped a hand between them to thumb circles over her puffy clit. "Cum for me, Princessa," he whispered and felt her shudder through a climax as he let go. 

Once his breathing evened out, Hank gently pulled out. Megan gave a sleepy whine and buried her face in his chest. He glanced down at her, only to realize she was fast asleep.

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i probably won't write any more but it's a shame to have written up a little something and then not do anything with it, so here

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A relationship is a strange and wildly varying thing. It’s not like mathematics, where the answer will always be the same no matter what you do to the equation; change the order, use a different method of calculation, that sort of thing. This is good, because Eugly isn’t one for the hard sciences, much preferring to engage in the arts; and she believes that the one throughline shared in all the different kinds of relationships out there is that each is their own artform.

Eugly doesn’t claim to understand the full extent of her boyfriend’s powers, and she doubts she will ever be able to. But she sees how her broad brushstrokes meet his technical drawings, the use of the Vetruvian man as a colouring page, a dry and boring report accented with brightly coloured highlighter doodles – and to her, that is worth more than an in-depth breakdown of who they are and what brings them together. When they dance, the rest of the universe falls away. She could stay in that place with him forever. She’d like to.

Alas, life is more than dreams of dancing.

So, what’s she up to today? Well, it started with waking at her backup alarm rather than the first, so she’s up and moving by 9:30 when it should be fifteen minutes earlier. She’ll be 27 next year but she still pours sugary cereal for herself and her sister, who emerges from her room ten to twenty minutes after Eugly starts making noise in the kitchen. By that time, she’s made toast and pancakes – a batch of the traditional mix and a batch out of protein powder – adorned with butter and cream and fruit, and Pretty is free to take from any plate but she most often sticks to the cereal for breakfast and will have at whatever’s left over for lunch later. She’s been sick lately, spending time in bed trying to sleep it off, but her condition doesn’t seem to be improving. Eugly plans on getting Kaeloo to help take her to a doctor soon enough. Anyway, by the time Pretty’s back in her room, Eugly has eaten and cleared the table, collected what she intends to take with her, and is soon out the door.

It’s technically a day off but she has plans regardless. Eugly can drive, and she has her obligatory minute per day of approaching the car, the key trembling in her hand, thinking today could finally be the day she lets go of the past – before pocketing it and heading down to the train station. She misses the first one on purpose as it’s an all-stops. The second is an express out of the grassy fields and into the snowscape beyond, and she gets there in good time.

In her early days and even years spent in Smileyland, Eugly wouldn’t say she had a relationship with Olaf at all. These things change, of course; the man has mellowed as he’s become more elderly, and Quack-Quack established a firm respectful rapport fairly quickly and he’d always wanted to invite Eugly more into this part of his world. What really got things going in the end was their mutual artistic interests. They’re currently working on a mural together, to be mounted at the side of his lab. It certainly won’t be finished today, but every little bit of progress counts.

Her anticipation of Snitchy’s presence was correct, and Eugly opens not just her heart but also her picnic basket to the girl, delighting her. She piles pancakes on her plate and continues to lick her fingers long after eating them, sitting at the table writing in her notebook. Olaf is comfortable leaving her in his house – not unsupervised, as Serguei is inside with his own tasks, but it’s still an extension of trust that Snitchy would certainly appreciate.

Eugly thinks this is nice. But she wouldn’t want to be in Olaf’s home without him there, too. It’s too cold, too quiet. The knowns and unknowns of the house induce anxiety in equal measure.

Wrapped up in many layers of warm clothes, Eugly and Olaf continue their project. They don’t need to exchange many words, as when they’re working both prefer to stay focused, but there are downtimes, moments of taking a break, where they chatter with one another. Olaf is a funny old man, and seems to be under the impression that he’s essentially adopted all three of the younger men who made up the original Smileyland residents. Quack-Quack, the eldest son and his pride and joy. Stumpy, the middle child screw-up who nonetheless is worthy of love. And Mr Cat, the youngest who strikes out on his own.

Eugly says, “I don’t see him as a youngest at all.” And in numbers alone she’s right, because in age the order is reversed with Mr Cat as the eldest and Quack-Quack youngest, but Olaf shakes his head and holds strong on his opinion.

“They’re my boys and I’ll say what order they are. And you, my dear, are the perfect daughter-in-law.”

It’s a really sweet sentiment. Eugly gets too bogged down in the strange logistics and crossing threads in this metaphorical family tree. Kaeloo more or less raised Quack-Quack which makes her a parental figure but she’s with Mr Cat who is Quack-Quack’s brother? She spirals in on this for a couple of minutes before she remembers – ah yes! It’s all figurative and not literal, not real in any way, so it doesn’t actually matter! Phew. What actually matters is everyone being a family, and they are.

(Still, she thinks, it would be an interesting art project to try and map all of this out.)

Back indoors, around 3pm, lunch is shared by Eugly, Olaf, Snitchy, and Mimi, who obviously showed up at some point that Eugly simply missed. Serguei brings Olga out to join the table in her wheelchair, and the guest list is complete. Eugly gets a message on her phone and excuses herself, walking out to the hallway to see what it says.

No toys at the table, her mom would say to her, with Pretty sitting on the other side with her own phone in her hand. But, that was a different time.

After days of insisting she can tough it out for herself, over text message Pretty is admitting that she really doesn’t feel well and needs help. Eugly quickly exchanges messages with Kaeloo, organising for her to go over and watch Pretty at least until Eugly gets home. Kaeloo, who enjoys looking after people a little too much, tells Eugly not to hurry back.

“Bet it was Quack,” Mimi loudly speculates as Eugly reenters the dining room.

Snitchy peers at Eugly, squinting, searching her face. “No. That’s not a Quack-Quack look.”

Eugly mumbles.

“Speak up, devochka,” says Olaf.

“My sister’s sick,” Eugly says a little louder, and Olaf lets his cutlery clatter against his plate.

“What? No, that won’t do at all. Serguei!” He shouts, but Serguei is already standing beside him at attention. “Clear out the medicine cabinet,” he directs his butler, pointing down the hall to the bathroom. “Do not let her leave without the mentholated ointment.”

“It’s not joint pain,” says Eugly.

“You can never be too careful! Make sure she keeps her blood flowing!”

Eugly opens her mouth again, then catches Snitchy pointedly scratching her face, looking down at the table but with her eyes inclined in Olga’s direction. Beautiful, quadriplegic Olga; vacant and often asleep, gracefully aged, she is loved and cared for no less than the day her husband met her. It’s extremely unlikely that Pretty is about to undergo illness anywhere near hers, but Eugly does understand why Olaf got so immediately invested.

So she says, “Thanks,” and accepts the various oils and medicines that Serguei collects for her, putting it all in the picnic basket to take home.

Having gotten himself a bit worked up, Olaf sees his wife back to her room personally. He spends some time there, talking, keeping Olga comfortable, reminiscing about the old days. Eugly, Snitchy and Mimi linger awkwardly at the dining table for a little longer, then retire to the living room where Mimi snatches up the TV remote like her life depends on it. There’s evidence of her sitting here and eating snacks, despite Serguei’s best efforts to clean up after her.

“Do you think it’s a new kind of virus Pretty has?” asks Snitchy, flipping open a new page. “Could I come over to observe her symptoms?”

“No,” Eugly says.

“I’ve got a very strong immune system,” Snitchy tries to assure her. “I was the only one who didn’t get chickenpox when my sisters all did.”

“Yeah,” says Mimi from her spot on the floor, “which means when you do get ‘em it’ll really mess you up.”

“That’s not what that means,” snaps Snitchy.

“I saw it on the news,” Mimi sings back.

“Fearmongering!” She throws out this word like it’s a favourite in her vocabulary. “All I gotta do is not get chickenpox, and I’ve done it so far.”

“You had it,” Eugly murmurs, and both girls look to her. “No way you didn’t. Just wouldn’t have been severe enough to see.”

“I buy that,” says Mimi. “You couldn’t notice anything with Moldie scratching all her skin off, anyway! Yuck!”

“Crimson,” Snitchy corrects her.

Mimi scoffs. “She just wants to steal the spotlight from Violet, she’ll give it up soon.”

“Maybe, but we should still call her what she wants to be called.”

“Have you ever thought about changing your name, Uggs?” asks Mimi, resting her chin in her hands and gazing expectantly at Eugly.

Stumpy’s sisters sure are candid. Often more so than Stumpy back in the day, Eugly thinks. She grumbles and shakes her head. Snitchy throws her pen at Mimi to scold her for being so rude, and Mimi throws a pillow back, and Snitchy launches herself across the coffee table, and now the two of them are in the throes of a fight to the death. Not for real, of course. A playfight. Eugly never got to have those. Pretty’s fights were far from play.

Again, it was a different time.

Eugly leaves them to it, going back to the dining table to neatly collect the plates. Serguei insists on doing the dishes himself, which is probably in his programming but she appreciates it anyway, and keeps him company in the kitchen. The weather outside has turned from mildly windy to what seems to be the beginning of a snowstorm – at this point Eugly could still brave it, but she’d have to get going in order to do so. She checks her phone for updates from home; Kaeloo made it over to the apartment no doubt oozing with self-confidence, sent some texts about making soup, getting Pretty to sit up in bed for a bit, then a sudden gap followed by an ominous assurance that everything will be okay. Will be, not is, and that’s enough for Eugly. She gets up from the counter and gathers her basket, stepping back into the living room where Mimi and Snitchy are sitting on the floor, occasionally slapping at each other, but paying more attention to the TV.

“Time to go home?” Eugly asks them.

“We just got here,” whines Mimi. This is patently untrue, but Eugly will not argue. She gives them both an affectionate pat on the head, then starts down to Olga’s room to say goodbye to Olaf.

Olga’s there, settled in bed, but her husband is not. Feeling a tightness in her throat, Eugly’s gaze fixes on the shut door to the basement – which connects underground to Olaf’s lab – as her gut tells her he’s down there. And Eugly’s gut has a reputation for being right.

She opens the door, and starts her way down the stairs.

[purplesurveys]

1979

YESTERDAY. 

1) What was the weather like? Did it change your plans in any way?  Man I can hardly remember as I was in airconditioned rooms and cars nearly all day. It felt humid when I got home in the late afternoon though, so much so that I had to turn on the aircon earlier than we're usually scheduled to.

2) What did you do yesterday, anyway? I worked for a bit but only did like 75% of the usual effort since it was a Friday + a lot of people seemed to be on leave lol. Rest of the day was spent watching Hobi's tour kickoff live while wolfing down sushi.

3) Did you eat breakfast, lunch and dinner? What did you have? I skipped breakfast which left me STARVING since I didn't expect my morning meeting to run til 1 PM, forcing me to miss out on lunch. Anyway, as soon as that meeting was done I sped home so I could hurriedly eat the leftover clusterfuck of lumpia + turkey croissant + chicken barbecue sandwich I had from the day before. For dinner, I ordered tuna tartare and two kinds of sushi rolls - ordering in food is my fav tradition whenever there's a BTS concert. :)

4) Did you do some form of exercise? What? Not yesterday, but today! I ran a 3K. Not much for most people I'm sure, but given my perpetually low blood pressure and tendency to faint over anything, I'm feeling pretty good!

5) Who did you spend the most time with? I'd say myself? I wasn't feeling particularly social yesterday.

6) What television shows or movies did you watch? I mainly watched the online livestream of Hobi's concert in the evening. GD was also on a talk show that dropped the same time as the concert, so I made sure to catch that after the show.

7) What time did you get up and go to bed? I woke up at 6 AM but got up at 7:15ish so I can prepare to leave for Rockwell. As for turning in, I was in bed around 2:30 AM.

8) What was the best bit about yesterday? Watching Hobi in concert! Seeing his personality kind of shift to being more serious and mature after 2 years of not seeing him is such a welcome surprise.

9) What about the worst? We had work on what was supposed to have been a company-wide mental health break day. But no worries, we fought for it to be rescheduled to Monday so I'm still getting my 3-day weekend.

OH. And also. A bit TMI but the tap water was dirty since I think they spent the night repairing the pipes or whatever...so I had to skip my morning shower. I wouldn't have minded if I was work-from-home, but I had a meeting with clients!!! I felt like shit!!! I took half an hour fixing myself up just so I could look normal, but inside I still felt kind of gross.

10) Did you talk to anyone on the phone? Who? Why? I think I just called my mom to ask how she dealt with the water fiasco lmao, since she left for work earlier than I did.

TODAY.

1) What time did you get up? Pretty late, around 8:30 toward 9 if I remember correctly.

2) What are your plans for today? The day's over, but today I stayed in my room for the most part - I don't really get to do that anymore. I played a game on my phone while having shows play in the background; then in the afternoon my mom took me and my sister out for an afternoon meal with my grandma, cousin, and his girlfriend. I had to zone out toward the end because Hobi's concert was starting and I wanted to watch it LOL, but in any case I cut my watchtime short so I can go back to them.

In the evening, we spent a while at my uncle's coffee shop to catch up, then I ended the day with a run.

3) Have you eaten any meals yet? What did you have? My mom made Vietnamese spring rolls, then we had Blake's when we headed out - our orders were their garden salad, nachos, salmon cream cheese pizza, and truffle mac and cheese.

4) Are you planning on seeing your friends or boyfriend/girlfriend? I was with my family.

5) Does your favourite television show air today? Nope, Good Day is on every Sunday so I have another day of waiting.

6) Have you spoken to your parents yet? I've been with my mom all day; I haven't reached out to my dad yet.

7) How many texts have you received? No texts since I use Messenger, but I've had a few conversations - mostly with Reena as we were exchanging messages during Hobi's concert and also discussed our plans to get flight tickets for June.

8) Are you planning on going to bed early? Nope.

9) Have you done anything remotely productive today? I like to say so :)

10) How much money did you spend so far? Are you planning on spending more later? I wanna say like ₱300? I bought balut when I heard a guy going around the neighborhood selling them hahah, then at my uncle's cafe I also got his espresso martini.

TOMORROW.

1) What time do you have to get up tomorrow? Around 9 AM since we attend mass every Sunday.

2) What do you hope the weather will be like? I'll always answer this with 'cold' and 'chilly' but considering the current time of year, that kind of weather won't be happening for me anymore until late December.

3) Is there anything you’re dreading about tomorrow? I mean just the hour I'll spend in church lmao but nothing more than that. I have no weekend work tomorrow, thankfully.

4) Is there anything important you need to do, or can you just relax? I can relax and I'm crazy grateful about it.

5) Do you have plans to see your friends? Nope.

6) What do you hope will happen tomorrow? I suppose it'll be the same as my usual lowkey Sundays - mass in the morning, maybe a meal out with the family for lunch, then spend the rest of the day either napping or watching stuff.

7) Are you going to wake up at home, or somewhere else? Home.

8) If you don’t have any plans, what do you think you’ll end up doing? ^ Question 6.

9) Do you have to get a work out in at some point? Nope.

10) Will you be working or studying at all? NOPE.

[frogofalltime]

06.02.2024

as i am no longer taking adhd meds this is not a medication diary anymore but it has been helpful for my mental health to write about my day like this so i will continue it with a new tag :)

i slept very badly; i didn't fall asleep until very late and i kept waking up in the night having weird dreams.

i had to get up at 7:30 which was really hard but i did it. i ate breakfast and got ready and i was two minutes late for my 9am class but it's okay, the most important thing is that i went. i only wrote two lines of notes on the lecture though.

then immediately after that lecture i had a 3-hour long lab class. i did Not have a good time: i was so tired and the lab is so overstimulating even in the best of times, so i was really struggling. i also was very hungry, i think my body is catching up on the food it missed out on last week, so i went out of the lab for a few minutes to eat a snack and tried to mentally recover before i went back to continue working.

as soon as lab was over i had yet another lecture. thankfully this is the class that i have with @etherealspacejelly (seeing robin always cheers me up even if it's the worst day ever). it was just revision of some stuff we learned last year so it wasn't too hard but i was so tired that i just couldn't wait to get out of that room.

finally after 5 hours of back to back classes i finally could take a break. i went to the house where all my friends live to eat my lunch which i had left in the fridge there yesterday, and then i accidentally fell asleep on the sofa for an hour.

when i woke up we had to go to another class and by now i was Not feeling well at all. i had a headache, i was hungry again, i felt overwhelmed, and i just wanted to sleep. i spent most of the class with my head on the desk trying not to have a meltdown.

when that was finally over my friend tried to talk to me but i was unable to speak. i've struggled with this my whole life because i am autistic and i have situational mutism (?) but recently this has been happening every day. i left without saying goodbye and went home and stared at the wall for an hour because i felt like i was going to have a meltdown or cry or throw things around while screaming.

eventually i forced myself to get up and make myself some food and that helped a lot. i ate while reading percy jackson. by the time i had finished eating, i felt much better, though i still couldn't speak to my flatmate when she came in to the kitchen.

i washed my dishes and took a shower (which was very overstimulating, idk why showering has become even harder for me recently, and it was already difficult enough). i considered going to bed but it was only 8pm and i didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night so i decided to do some art instead.

drawing and creative things always improve my mood, but i often don't have the energy to do it, so i'm glad i was able to do that tonight. after that i was feeling hungry again. i was unwilling to eat Again because i already had eaten 3 meals and one snack and eating more than one "treat" food per day is against the Rules. but i know my body wouldn't ask for food if it didn't need it so i made myself some toast with nutella and seeds and i also had some grapes. it was very nice, my favourite kind of food, and i am proud of myself for letting myself eat it.

then i washed my plate and realised i had forgotten to take my antidepressant meds this evening, so i took them when i went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

now i am in bed and i feel a lot better than i did all day. sometimes i guess i need some rest, a lot of food, a creative outlet, and some Autism Time, otherwise i turn into an insane little creeture.

goodnight everyone, i hope tomorrow is better <3

[unknown-scuba-diver]

The artist and the king pt.4

Ganondorf x reader

Warning ⚠️: none

A cold sweat dripped down their face. Was it a dream? Or an incoming disaster waiting to happen? They could hear the quiet snoring of ganondorf in the quiet room. They quietly got up and walked around the empty and quiet temple. Trying to rap around what just happened. They reached one of the balconies and sat there while the cold air of the desert night blows on their face. They really could use a drink right now and wondered if ganondorf had some type of alcohol in the temple, but they didn't want to be rude and take stuff without asking.

"I don't get it, the old hero of hyrule killed the demon king. So why was he in my dream? Was it a omen or something else?"

They asked themselves while looking at the village. All the lights were off, and just the endless sky could be seen. They stayed for a while longer until they calmed down, and they stood up and turned around. And in the darkness, two glowing eyes stared at them for a split second before whatever it was fleed away.

They stood there for who knows how long. Until they built the courage to walk in the darkness. They walked quietly back into ganondorfs room, trying to use the light of the moon to guide themselves. But with each foot step they can hear a pair of other foot steps approaching. They stop walking and tried looking around to see in the darkness.

"Is anyone there?"

There was no answer... and they felt a hand on their shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

They screamed.

"Woah calm down it's just me!"

Ganondorf was the one standing there. He was holding a candle in one hand. They calmed down, realizing who it was. "I thought you were -" they stopped themselves from mentioning demise, something deep down told them not to speak about it in front of them. "...a monster"

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I just wanted some fresh air, that's all"

He knew they were bullshitting but he didn't want to push them if they really didn't want to talk about it. "Alright, let's go back to bed". They nodded, and they both went back to bed, but they just stared at the darkness until sunrise.

When morning came, they felt tired and exhausted. Ganondorf wakes up and slowly stretches and lets out a yawn

"morning"

He wrapped he's arm around them, pulling them closer to him. "Morning ganondorf" they smiled and played with his hair. "Come on, let's get up. You're the king after all" they chuckled. He let a sigh and got up "Alright let's start the day!". They smiled and got ready with the king. "So what's for breakfast? " they asked,

"Bread with some eggs" Ganondorf replied,

"Sounds good!" They were ready to face the day even though they were pretty sleep depraved. Ganondorf walks into the kitchen and grabs a pan "could you get me some eggs?", they nodded and grabbed four eggs. He used fire magic to light the stove, no matter how many times they saw it happen it still felt magical just like the first time they saw him use magic. "I wish I could use magic.." they sighed.

"Can't your people also use magic? " he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Nah, only the royal family and their magicians are the most prominent magic welders" they said while cutting some bread for the both of them.

"I could teach you" Ganondorf said with a hint of excitement. "What! You can do that?" They asked. Ganondorf nodded his head and put two eggs on each plate and sat down next to them "you know I should also teach you how to fight also especially during these times". They knew what he was taking about and nodded.

"Yeah, I understand, but I don't think I am going to be very good " they took a bite out of their egg toast. Ganondorf smirks,

"Don't be so hard on yourself! I see the fire in your eyes when you're making art. I bet you can do the same with fighting"

Ganondorf playfully slap their back, (y/n) almost choked on their food when they got hit it the back, "oops! Sorry my bad! ".

After eating lunch, ganondorf had a meeting with the generals of the Gerudo Valley about what was going on in their lands. They felt like it wasn't right for them to hear their business, so they went to the market to buy new materials for art supplies.

They knew that while that while it was morning, the sun shouldn't be as harsh, she walked around looking at what they were selling.

"Excuse me, do you have any leather? My bag got ripped up, and I am looking to patch it up"

"Sure, how much?"

They showed her torn up bag.

"Oh honey, you are going to need a new one "

"But this was a gift...." they sighed

"Wait! We can make you a new one but it isn't going to look the same is that okay?"

They nodded. "Thank you!", they give them the rupees for the commission.

"Alright, it will be done around two weeks"

"Sounds good "

They waved goodbye, and they continued to buy some more stuff so they could make a new sketchbook and watercolor paints. They walked back to the temple and started to sew the paper to make the sketchbook. But they could hear the conversation going on between ganondorf and the generals.

They could hear them. Taking about battle strategy and involving monsters in this war. This reminded them of an old legend that their grandparents told them about the demon king. His generals were shocked and angry. They didn't know who to feel about it, but they shocked their head, they loved him and they didn't care if he wanted a monster to fight besides them, they just wanted him to be happy.

The meeting was finished and ganondorf walked up to them. " Hey, how did the shopping trip go? Did you get the stuff to fix your bag?" He asked.

"They said it was unfixable but they are going to make me a new one! " They were done making their paints. "Am done doing my stuff, we can train now" they smiled. Ganondorf smirks "I hope you're ready because am not going easy on you " . They smiled "I hope so!"

Ganondorf grabbed their hand and ran to the castle's training area. They felt dizzy from being dragged so quickly "wow you're really fast". Ganondorf noticed and laughed, he motion them at the weapons. "What weapon would you like to practice with?" He showed off one off. "Which one do you think would be best for me? "

Ganondorf thought while looking at the weapons. Ganondorfs face lights up with excitement once again, as he pulls out a few different weapons, showing them as he speaks

"... Well, a shortsword or a dagger might suit you, something quick and small, perfect for close quarters combat!"

He shows you a few daggers, and a few shortswords, they are all very beautiful and intricate, the craftsmanship is superb and flawless, and the weapons are all very well made, very carefully honed to perfection.. he seems very proud of his arsenal to say the least.

"... What do you think? Which one do you like best?"

They go and picked up a short sword, "it's beautiful"

Ganondorfs eyes light up with a sense of pride, as if you just complimented his work

The short sword they picked up is incredibly well forged and it's a beauty to behold, and as they pick it the blade reflects the light as if it's the finest metal ever crafted.. it's a masterpiece of craftsmanship

"... That is a very good pick.. very good. Alright, let's get training, shall we?"

He pulls out another short sword and he holds it in the air

"Take your stance, and we will begin!"

"Alright! " They tried to mimic their stance. "Alright.. that looks good enough for a start! Now, let's practice some basic attacks!"

Ganondorfs golden eyes light up with some strange flame that reminded them of demise. But they shrug it off.

"... Let's see you use this sword.. do a basic strike!"

They tried to strike him the best they can.

Ganondorfs eyes light up as he watches them swing their sword, a small spark flying from both their blades clashing.

"Good! Excellent...!"

He claps his hands together

"... Your form needs some work, but you're a very quick learner so I feel confident you will learn it in no time.. I'll train you to be the best fighter in the land! You have what it takes.."

"Anything to protect you and these lands ganondorf...Anything.."

[applexxpop]

Welcome home ship thoughts

Home is not included

Wally Darling

Wally x Barnaby 9/10- LOVE IT. can see then being platonic or romantic. Loving the size difference and honestly they just look cute together. Wally definitely gives Barnaby bones and treats and Barnaby gives Wally new paint tubes

Wally x Howdy 10/10- I LOVE THIS SHIP, the fact Howdy has 4 arms to squish Wally with is just 😩 also again, the size difference, it makes my brain go brrr. Wally steals Apples and Howdy calls him greedy but let’s him have whatever

Wally x Julie 0/10- Don’t like it. I just can’t see it? Idk I see Julie as a big sister to him

Wally x Eddie 8/10- love this ship, just a southern man that forgets everything with a straight forward autistic man makes my brain go silly. Also when Eddie delivers mail he definitely kisses Wally’s cheek or something and says “special delivery!” And Wally does his little monotone laugh “Ha Ha Ha” and gives the mailman a kiss back

Wally x Frank 7/10- it’s been growing on me honestly, Wally definitely captures ‘butterflies’ for Frank to study but Frank doesn’t have to heart to tell me it’s a moth.

Wally x Sally 0/10- honest can’t see it, I find it platonic or them just being little gremlins together

Wally x Poppy 0/10- she’s a mother to him 💀 Poor girl ruffles her feathers at anything Wally does that causes Danger to himself, which happens often to none but still, she worries for him

Barnaby B. Beagle

Barnaby x Howdy 9/10- Barnaby’s thing said he comes into Howdy’s bodega everyday to get a hotdog, so imagine he comes in everyday and they develop feelings for each other slowly as the days, weeks, and months go by

Barnaby x Julie 0/10- just no, to me Barnaby is her big brother

Barnaby x Eddie 2/10- never thought about until now. Can’t see it ever happening, mailman and a dog? Yea, no. But Barnaby chasing after Eddie is kinda cute

Barnaby x Frank 2/10- again, never thought about it until now, honestly they just seem like the two neighbors that are friends with everyone but they don’t talk that often to each other

Barnaby x Sally 0/10- again little sister big brother

Barnaby x Poppy 0/10- she reminds him of his mama

Howdy Pillar

Howdy x Julie 0/10- I just- I don’t know something about Julie screams little sister to them to me

Howdy x Eddie 9/10- very cute, the only two business owners in Welcome Home in a relationship? I’m my opinion, that’s cute. I can see Eddie delivering packages and stuff to Howdy and Eddie give him a big ol smooch and happily says “special delivery!” And Howdy smiles and says “I wonder who it’s from!” And Eddie goes “Me!” And they both laugh! Also they spend the early morning together, Eddie got all his mail ready to be delivered so he sits and eats breakfast with Howdy before he starts getting his bodega ready for the day.

Howdy x Frank 8/10- Also very cute! A 4ft grumpy man that’s special interest is butterflies with a 8ft tall caterpillar? Yes, please. I imagine Frank calls or visits Howdy’s bodega to ask if he’s had lunch yet or if he ate breakfast he packed for him, and of course Howdy ate the Breakfast but he’s been so busy he hasn’t eaten lunch so they eat lunch together.

Howdy x Sally 0/10- seriously what’s up with me thinking they are little sisters to everyone??

Howdy x Poppy 0/10- I think he sees Poppy almost as a mother as well; she calls him darling and brings him cookies, or when he works late at the bodega and falls asleep, she just happens to visit and sees, placing a blanket over him or waking him up so he can rest in his proper bed.

Eddie Dear

Eddie x Julie 0/10- they gossip about Frank but in a good way, also they play dress up and have tea party’s

Eddie x Frank 1000/10- Literally husbands. I could go on for fucking ever about these two but if I do this will be longer then I want so I’m just going to say I REALLY REALLY love them <3

Eddie x Sally 0/10- helps bandage her knees cause she’s always rehearsing dramatic scenes for her plays, can’t tell me otherwise

Eddie x Poppy 0/10- she’s a mama to everyone

Frank Frankly

Frank x Julie 0/10- no 💀 they are best friends

Frank x Sally 0/10- just no, they are both gay(in my opinion)

Frank x Poppy 0/10- No, once again SHE IS MAMA. Also they tell eachother their deepest darkest secrets 🤫

Poppy Partridge

Poppy x Julie 0/10- just can’t see it

Poppy x Sally ?/10- ….im thinking about it

Julie Joyful

Julie x Sally 10/10- Girlfriends for real. Sally let’s Julie reluctantly change the scripts in her plays because it makes her happy and Sally loves seeing her sunshine happy🥰

Eddie x Frank x Howdy 10000/10- oh my 😍 Imagine them cuddling, and Frank is In the middle while Eddie spoons them from behind, and Howdy's arms are over both of them, one arm under the pillow, one under Frank. the other two laying over Frank holding Eddie’s waist . One of Frank's arms curled around Eddie’s arm with their other hand clinging to Howdy’s night shirt.

[ghostofasecretary]

i feel like i fundamentally do not have enough energy to live my own life

yesterday i was recovering from Exhausting Funeral Trip. so it makes sense that i was slow.

and i did:

- fill out last week's timecard

- make my bed

- get groceries

- do my laundry

- make dinner + plan tomorrow's lunch

- watched TV like a maniac (had fun) (knitted)

realized i still had to fill my med case back up. ugh

- did that, got to sleep late thereby

so. today. throat's sore and nose is stuffy, gross! only charged phone partially somehow! there's a persistent beeping in my house for god knows why! (none of the options i can think of sound good!) i'm TIRED and i JUST WOKE UP and i want to SCREAM and then CRY, MAYBE.

okay. okay okay okay

1. you don't have your focus meds and that makes everything harder. fix that, please. call the number you just put in your journal in the parking lot after work, c. 1:30.

2. class this term is a real and awful stressor. you are not going to be as prepared as you want to be. still, this might be adequate: work on your homework for an hour each evening. 7pm-8pm, or you can knock it out early. just set an alarm.

3. you have to do Scary New Thing at Job this week. plan that tonight.

4. go print thing at library after work. then make the rest of your apple cidey with spices and drink it.

5. i could really use the fucking money from my paid social. i really could. i would *rather* see my actual IRL friends but actual friends don't give you $20 for hanging out with them. because that would be weird. and i lost $20 going home and it would be nice to make it up. (stupid! argh!!) (I NEED A NEW/SECOND JOB BUT WE A R E N O T T H I N K I N G A B O U T I T N O W.) plus maybe you could see your friends and do work? so. RSVP today or tomorrow once you confirm.

6. i am really and truly Not Gonna Worry about poetry. i want to but this is the thing that will last the longest without maintenance. sorry for your loss.

7. do not even start to book club or party plan till Friday evening.

so! okay! that's your week!

today we got:

- restart laptop. fuck it, update AND restart

- eat breakfast

- work outfit (ugh my gross hair, need to shower tonight *also*)

- pack lunch

- plan: what lesson materials do i need, what am i doing today, goal for each group, little list of times + names, etc

- pack bags

- walk to car

- drive to work

- head in early

- gather materials

- head down around [set time]

- teach g1, g2 (survey), g3

- lunch

- teach g4

- finish up admin paperwork, go upstairs, put materials away afaic (all! nice!)

- clock out

- call number about meds; hopefully they will have some or be able to direct you to someone who will. oh they were closed. EPIC. CALL BACK LATER. what do you mean you want me to leave a voicemail message. fine. what the fuck

- drive home

- go to library; print item; walk back home. actually the item cannot be printed! sent an email fml 1989

- call another pharmacy?? should hear back by cidey time. call a third pharmacy. message psych. i hate this stupid baka life (getting adhd meds in the US)

- um. wow. am sick. covid test? yay, it's negative

- shower

- apple cidey (expect this is to be about 3:30?)

- wash today's tupperware

- cooking break: [make some lentils? (soak, cook ~1 hour, cook with reverse tadka. do not make too much, maybe 300g dry?) - make potato sabzi? (start after lentils are in) - make a tiny bit of rice? (start after lentils are in) [- maybe one episode of show but you should begin food at 4:15 at latest so you're done cooking around 5:30 and done with food c. 5:45 and done with dishes c. 6:15 so you can start planning before your Homework Time begins. you can start cooking at 4, that'd be fine. even 3:30 for lentil soaking time.]]

yeah, no, if all that cooking sounds like Too Much instead of like rest then make some mushroom pasta with spinach and arugula. or you can eat your defrosted potato soup. damn. options

- eat dinner

- maybe poke your friends about plans during Food Eating Time (/notify them of. covid test results. UGH)

- plan [new job thing] for g1, g2, g4, g2 On Last Day Only. figure out what materials you need and who you're going to work with and prep those as much as you can. put materials to print on flash drive

- 7-8pm ONE HOUR OF HOMEWORK. it doesn't have to be good you just have to sit at the desk for an hour with no distractions and try. i believe in you

- 8-9pm watch your tv show

- 9:30 shut laptop and head bedwards. this is a lot; you will be tired.

okay! that's a fuckload! but do it step by step and it will. get. done.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey girly! How was the shows?

I was thinking about what a normal day would look like or night or weekend. Whatever you think would be best ❤️ I haven’t had a lot of structure lately do to a hectic schedule. I really need some papa and daddy routine to help 🥺🥺💕💕💕

Hi there love!

My shows were really perfect! I’m already so excited for the ones next year!! Thank you so much for asking sweets ❤️

Of course I’ll help you, honey! I’m so glad I’m able to do it!

I Hope it gets better now, I’m sorry you had to wait this long for seeing your request written. I hope you understand <3

Enjoy <33

****

Your Daddies always come waking you up together. If they're both home, they go upstairs to your bedroom to gently waking you with gentle movement and sweet words. They found it important to be both there when you open your beautiful eyes

then it's breakfast time. Your Papa either is the only one to cook while your Daddy changes when it's needed or you help him. They usually cook what you asked for breakfast but sometimes they cook when they want to eat.

After that, your Papa goes with you upstairs to change you into your clothes instead of your pyjama, even if your pyjama is the comfier in the whole world. During that time, your Daddy cleans the dishes and the table where you had breakfast.

During the morning, you usually play in your playroom, you draw for your Daddies, you play with your dolls and you create a whole universe in your mind that you love so much. It's a perfect way to start a day.

Your Daddies come to get you when lunch is ready and if the sun is showing and it's not too cold outside, you eat your lunch in the garden, under the warm sun and the beautiful trees leaf. You always help them cleaning afterward.

For the afternoon, sometimes you go in the store to run errands with your Daddies when it's needed or you spend the afternoon on their laps while they work in the office or you went back to playing. Every afternoon is different but you love every each of them.

In the late afternoon, it's your nap time so your Daddies went to you when you weren't with them and you follow them aound the house until you're in the bed. They read you stories and caress your skin to make you feel sleepy. They always stay with when it's nap time so it helps you staying in bed. In hours like that, you want to be close to them because tiredness is making its way to you and you want to be in their arms so if they're not there at nap time, you get up and search for them.

After an hour or so of napping, your Daddies wake you up in the sweetest way which is also your favorite way to woken up. You all go downstairs and while you take your time to wake up with your Daddy on the couch, your Papa is making dinner. They hate when you eat too lately because after your tummy hurts or you digest less well. Your Daddy runs his hands around your body to make you feel safe.

After dinner time, it's your Papa who cleans the table and the dishes while your Daddy tucks you upstairs for a good bath. He helps you undressing and always make sure to add the soaps you want in the water. He massages each muscles and each skin of your body while all you do it laying in the bathtub and enjoying. He can be really playful at some times, for example, while he's wahsing your belly, he would innocently and by mistake slide his finger in your belly button to wash it or he would purposely runs his fingers not so hard on your soles to tickle you or taking his sweet time washing each one of your toes.

Before putting you in your pyjama, he would lie you in the bed and putting your cream on your body which help you relaxing even more under his hands. He then helps you getting dress and carries you down the stairs. It be such a shame to dirty those little feet now that they're clean.

For the evening, it's always cuddle time. Your Papa is already on the couch when you come downstairs and is already searching for something to watch, something you like to watch of course. Your Daddy would sit beside your Papa on the couch and laying you across their legs. Sometimes your feet are on your Papa's laps and other time it's on your Daddy's. But in all cases, your feet, legs, arms, belly and hair are caressed sweetly by their big hands.

If you didn't fell asleep on their laps during the evening, they would ask you where you want to sleep, in your bed or in theirs. They would carry you to the bed you chose and pick up a story you love. They tuck you in bed, give you your paci and a bottle if you asked for one and of course they give your Bucksie. While your Papa is focusing on the words he read, your Daddy strokes your belly or hair to make you more sleepy. They keep doing that until you fall asleep and then get ready to fall asleep with you

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one My master list

Title: Chapter ten - COMPLETED!

Word Count: 1422

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

“Good morning baby, time to wake up, my sweet prince. Today’s the day.” Eddie whispered into his boyfriend’s ear on the morning of the Madison Square Garden show. 

“Mmm morning sunshine, it really is. Can’t wait.” He smiled back. “Shall we have room service breakfast in bed that we completely ignore and then head down to the pool for a bit?” he asked, leaning up to kiss the other man. 

“Sounds like a good idea to me, sweetheart” Eddie replied between kisses. 

The two ordered room service and spent the following couple of hours eating and tangled with each other in the sheets before heading down and joining everyone down at the pool area. 

The party had travelled to New York the day before, ready to be at the show that night. 

“I’d ask why you’re so late to join us all but the obvious bruises on you both give it away,” Robin remarked by way of a greeting as the two men approached the group. 

“Good morning to you as well Buckley, let's not pretend you’re sweet and innocent, your marks are just hidden” Eddie replied, flipping her off before settling onto a sun lounger. 

The group spent the rest of the morning and into the midafternoon playing in the pool and relaxing. They had lunch by the pool and around 2 pm all retired to their suites to get ready to head to sound check. As the hours ticked by, the nerves and the excitement grew. By the time it was time to get into the car to head to the venue, Eddie couldn’t sit still. In the car, Steve placed one of his hands in Eddie’s and Eddie spent the car ride playing with Steve’s hand and fingers and had calmed a lot by the time they arrived. 

“Where's my sweetheart?” Eddie shouted running across the stage to where his guitar was sitting. “Did they treat you properly?” he asked, looking over his baby. 

“Boy, you know there ain't a damn scratch on it that you didn't put there yourself,” Wayne said, shaking his head. 

Eddie’s uncle joined the band for their most important gigs because Eddie wanted to make sure his sweetheart was perfectly in tune for those nights, and Wayne had been the one to teach him how to play by ear. He also knew that it made Wayne feel better doing something for the band after Eddie had bought him and Scott a house as soon as he could afford it.

The whole group ran towards Wayne giving him hugs. He had become the uncle to the whole group, not just Eddie. 

Sound check went without any issues and by the time 5:30 rolled around there was nothing to do but get ready and wait to go on stage. 

The support band, The All-American Rejects,  went on at half past 7 and the band stood as close as they could to watch them. 

“Holy shit, they were amazing! How do we follow that?” Robin panicked. 

“Easily birdie, we’re just as good as those guys, okay?” Chrissy soothed pulling Robin into her. 

“Those fans are here for us. That’s all we need to remember. They’re here for us.” Eddie rushed out, sounding anxious. 

Taking to the stage 20 minutes later, a calm seemed to come over them all. Standing on a stage and playing for an audience is something that they had done countless times in the last almost two years. This, they knew how to do. The size of the venue and crowd, paired with the magnitude of what they were doing, meant very little when they started to play. 

“Wow! You guys are loud!” Eddie laughed, “That’s awesome! Can you keep it up for the next couple hours?” The crowd screamed in response. 

“How fucking awesome were The All-American Rejects though?” Chrissy asked, “I want to thank them for joining us tonight and being the most amazing support band we could have asked for!” 

“Come on guys, these people didn’t pay for chit-chat, they paid to rock out so let's go!” Steve said before counting them into the next song. 

Looking around at the band as he was singing and playing with them, Eddie couldn’t help but notice how happy they all were. Smiles beaming bigger than ever and sweat already starting to drip down their bodies. 

Eddie was glad he had chosen to pair his leather pants and heavy boots with a mesh top, showing off most of his tattoos and most importantly, keeping him a little cooler. 

Turning around, he was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend playing the drums with so much energy that his hair was flying everywhere, long stripes of green hair catching the lights and making him look like a rock god. The lights flicking off the chest harness that he was also wearing caught Eddie’s eye and almost distracted him from his performance. 

Chrissy was being very daring with how she was moving around the stage given how short her neon pink miniskirt was. She hoped the tape that was keeping her black sequin star top, which was basically a bikini top, in place was good, she did not want that kind of exposure. 

The energy coming back at the band was off the charts, their own songs were being sung back at them, something that Robin would never get used to. 

There was a relatively big moshpit going and the whole arena was so loud. 

It was so warm, one and a half hours in and Robin’s crop top and cargo pants were sticking to her, but she could not be happier. 

The atmosphere when the band came off stage was eclectic. Water bottles were handed to each of them and they drank them down in seconds. 

“That was the most amazing experience of my life” Eddie declared as they walked into their dressing room. 

“I’d be offended if I didn’t agree with you” Steve laughed, pulling his boyfriend into a passionate kiss. 

“Urg no fucking in the dressing room” Robin gagged. 

“Again,” Chrissy chirped in as Robin shuddered at the memory. 

“Oh Bobbin, you know I love you too” Steve laughed, placing a sloppy wet kiss on her cheek with an over-exaggerated kissing noise

“Yeah, yeah sure, whatever you say dingus.” she laughed and pushed him away. 

The band all got showered and changed before heading back over to catering for something else to eat and a few drinks with the party and a few friends and family that had been invited to see them play. 

“I just want to say I’m so proud of you all,” Chrissy’s mom Rachel said as they sat down in the catering area. “You’ve all worked so hard to make this dream happen and in such a short amount of time” 

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Rach,” Steve responded to her, raising his beer bottle in her direction. 

The excitement from the show rolled over for most of the evening. There was a buzzing in the air with everyone talking about it and showing pictures that had been taken by various people on various cameras. Claudia had brought Dustin a brand new one for the occasion. 

The party went on for a couple more hours before people started to head off for the evening. 

It was at this point that Eddie decided to take a moment to himself and excused himself to smoke a joint, something he only did every so often and definitely not at any of the parties they had started to be invited to as a band. 

“I really can't believe we made it here” Chrissy sighed as she leaned against the wall that Eddie was smoking by. 

“I know, I can’t either. Imagine if us from 5 years ago, could see us now. No shitty job, no daydreaming. We’ve been able to buy those we love houses. We’ve got amazing partners that we both love.” He smiled, taking another drag of his cigarette. 

“Really proud of you though, I’m so glad you found someone that can not only put up with your shit but actually keep you in line.” The blonde laughed. 

“And you found someone to keep up with your princess ass” the metalhead responded with a laugh of his own. 

“We both did ok didn’t we?” She smiled. “I’ll see you back in there in a minute ok” she added, squeezing his arm before she left. 

“This is where you are,” the voice of Steve came from behind him as he was throwing the cigarette butt in the dumpster. 

“Hey sweetheart, miss me already” Eddie grinned, pulling the other man close, kissing him deeply. 

“Mmm, I really did,” the other man replied, getting even closer with another kiss. “Let’s head home shall we?” he suggest

[cornnick]

Spider-Man Beyond The Web Along Came A Spider Brooklyn Apartments

Nick was asleep as if he were snugged like a bug in his bed. That was until he was awoken by his father's opening his blinds. "Time to rise and shine," he said as Nick sighs. "5 more minutes please..." "Now come on you don't want to be late for your first day at school do you?" he asked as Nick sighed but nodded. "There my senior. come on your mom made us breakfast," he said. Nick nodded as he went to get ready for this day. he went to his closet got some decent-looking clothes and headed to the kitchen. Nick's mom sees him and smiles "There my 18-year-old. Ready for your final year in high school?" she asks. Nick chuckled and nodded his head. "Heck yeah, I am. One more year and I can be a full-time adult!" Nick said as he sat down. His dad chuckled. "You're already an adult son." his dad said as his mom set down his plate. "Food first then brush your teeth." she said "Yeah yeah I know." Nick started to eat. He turned on the TV to see a commercial about splicing a new trend to give yourself animal-like features. Nick wasn't much into it. However, he did have a friend who did undergo that treatment.

After he was done with breakfast he was heading to his dad's car. He then got a call from his friend. Miles Morales. He answers "Well well what's up Miles? Ready for the first day as seniors?" Nick asked excitedly. "Heck yeah, I am dude! We're going to have Mr.Parker as our teacher this year." he said on the phone as Nick sighed "Aww yeah science that." He said, "Oh hey come on at least we will probably be in the same class." Miles said on the phone a bit hopeful. "Oh, my dad's here. I'll see you at school." Nick hangs up as he sees his dad coming over. The two get in the car and start to drive to Brooklyn Visions Academy.

As his dad drives he turns on the radio. "Crime rates have been increasing over the past couple of years. a good 14 percent in fact-." Nick's dad turns the radio off. "You don't need to listen to that," he said softly. Nick looks at his dad as he sighs. "Is it going to get any better?" he asked him. His dad looked at his son as he nodded his head a bit. "I think it will..." he said before he had to stop his car and saw a protest going on. "Aww looks at them." his dad said as Nick looked over seeing some people holding signs that said 'Splicing took away my daughter' 'Splicing is dangerous' and a bunch more anti-splicing propaganda. "Shame how our world is like this. people trying to live their lives as what they truly are then they have to deal with this." His dad said as they started to back away and take another street to the school. Nick looks at the anti-splicers as he looks back out the window.

Brooklyn Visions Academy

Nick's dad soon pulled up at the school. He got out and he looked back at his dad. "I'll see you later tonight Dad," he said with a smile. "Of course. Have fun on your first day." His dad said as Nick nodded and got his lunch from the back of the car and his backpack. "Love you Dad." he soon leaves as his dad smiles and starts to drive off.

Nick soon headed inside before stopping and seeing his friends. He smiled going over. Miles, Gwen, and Mayday. "Well look what the cat dragged in." Gwen said looking at Nick "Oh haha very funny." he said as he gave her a high five. "Furball." He said playfully as Gwen huffed and punched his arm. Nick rubbed it. "Ow..." he said. Gwen Stacy. The Splicer of the group and also a really good drummer in the band she's in. "Hey come on guys we're gonna be late for class," Miles said as Nick chuckled. "Hey, Mr.Parker can wait a bit longer Miles," Nick said to his other friend. Miles Morales. Someone way smarter than him with some of this science stuff. "He's right. My dad is usually punctual about school stuff. escaplly today." Mayday said with a bit of a chuckle. Mayday Parker. The first hours teacher daughter and really good artist. "So come on let's go," Mayday said to them. "Yeah yeah, Mayday," Nick said as his friends started to head on over to the first-hour class. Science class.

As the friends headed to their class their hallway was blocked by many students. "What the heck. Whose is that important to block the whole hallway" Nick said as Miles sighed "Do you even need to ask?" he said as the person blocking the way was none other than Harry Osborne. Wealthy son of Norman Osborne, He was being fawned over by the students who find him hot. "Ugh, Rich kids," Gwen said. Mayday chuckle. "Aren't you friends with one," she asked referring to her. "Well your diffrent." Gwen simply said as Nick smiled at this "Well I mean technically Gwen isn't wrong. Your dad is here at school instead of working in a lab at Oscorp." He said "Yeah well. Dad likes helping the children of the future. As he always says." She said as the four friends went to take a different route to class. Just in time as the bell rang. "Come on let's sit in the back," Nick said as the four of them got to the back of class. "Remember no goofing off," Mayday said to them. Mostly to Nick. "Have a little bit of faith in me May. I may hate science but I'll pay attention," he said as the class door opened. "Hello there class." The teacher said. "My name is Peter Parker. Most of you already remember me from last year's class. I see we got some new faces." he said "Mostly 3 in the back." he said. Nick was surprised to see that Mayday's dad was able to spot them in the back as Mayday waved at her dad. "Alright class. first things first. Who is up for a field trip?" Mr.Parker asked as the class was whispering to themselves "Field trip?" Nick said as Miles looked at him. "Yeah. were going to Oscorp. I told you this last month." he said as Nick looked at Miles then he remembered "Oh yeah! I forgot." he said and chuckled a bit as Miles sighed at him. "Relax I did it." he said "Now the field trip is going to take over the whole school day so I hope you bought some comfy shoes." Mr.Parker said, "Oh shit we're gonna be walking forever." Gwen said with a sigh as she looked at Mayday "I take it back your dad is just like the rest of them." she said half-jokingly.

"Alright class. Head on outside to bus 1 you should be in front of the school right about now." Mr.Parker said to them as the class started to get up and head on to the bus. "So I've never been to Oscorp before. What is it like?" Nick asked mostly Miles and Mayday cause he knew that Miles wanted to go there and Mayday probably went there a lot. "Oscorp is the most ditiginish company in the city." Miles said, "It's more than that." Mayday said "They're advocating for the splicer movement." she said Gwen chuckled a bit. "Well, I'll give Oscorp that. They are cool for that involvement," she said as Nick nodded his head as they arrived at the bus and all started to head on in and as usual headed to the back. Mr.Parker came in after all the students got on however he saw the principal as she came over with Harry "Sorry Mr.Parker but this student would like to go on the trip."She said as Mr.Parker looked at Harry. "Hey, Harry. Guessing you want to go see Oscorp too huh?" he said "He was very adamant." The principal said as Mr.Parker chuckled a bit. "Alright. As long as the other teachers don't mind that I'm taking one of their students." Harry scoffs a bit. "Whatever work they'll give me. I'll finish it when I get home." Harry simply said. Mr.Parker nodded his head "Then come on board Harry." he said as Harry got on the bus. Nick sees this and warns his friends "Watch out Osborne is on board. If that bully tries to get back here we ignore him. Agree?" Nick said.

Oscorp Upper levels

In the employee bathrooms, I was in there as I looked at my medication. I breathed a bit as I took some water and took two pills. I breathed and cried to myself. Soon there was a knock on the door. "Doctor. Octavius are you ok?" one of her workers said as she put her pills away. "Yes I'm simply getting ready," she said as she got out of the bathroom. She looked at her worker's face as she tilted her head "What's wrong?" she asked "Well it's...it's the girl...she escaped." Dr. Octavius' eyes widen. "What! What do you mean she's gone??" she said as the worker. "We were conducting the daily experiment and well. there was an electrical flash and then she was just gone." Octavius was freaking out a bit as she tries to compose herself. "What should we do? Should we cancel the tour?" the worker asked as Octavius shook her head. "No...will go as scheduled...she couldn't have gone far," she said as the worker nodded and went to radio the other workers that were there. Octavius started to head to the elevator and pressed the first floor to greet the students who were coming in for today's tour. Norman was not going to be happy about this.

Oscorp Lower levels

"Ok, Students stay in view where I can see you." Mr.Parker said as Nick was looking at one of the Spiders as they were cool looking. One was blue and red. "That's one weird-looking Spider," Gwen said coming over as her tail swished and Nick shrugs. "You say weird I say cool," Nick said as he sat up and he soon went to look around a bit. He stopped when he saw the elevator opening and out stepped Octavius as she fixed her glasses. She looked at Nick before her eyes widened "Oh you must be one of the students from BVA?" she said as Nick nodded his head. "Mhm," he said with a smile as Mr.Parker came over. "Ahh Doctor Octavius there you are. Ready to see the future minds of the next generation?" Mr.Parker said as Octavius nodded her head "Of course...but we have to talk afterward." she said as Mr.Parker nodded his head as he looked at Nick. "Mmm oh yeah I should probably head back huh?" he said as he headed back to the other students. he did bump into someone. He felt a tiny shock as he looked at the person he bumped into. His heart skipped a beat. It was a girl about his age as she looked at him. She got up. "Um Hi?" Nick said as he got up "H-hello?" the girl said. "Um. you must be one of my classmates huh? names Nick. Nick Arachid, you?" he asked. The girl looked away she blushed a bit before looking at him. "Maxine Dillion." she said softly as Nick went for a handshake Maxine didn't as Nick raised an eyebrow "Ok not the handshake touchy type," he said softly as Maxine shrugged. "I just...Don't..." she looks at him. "Mmmm. Come on. You should meet my friends." Nick said as he led her to his friends.

Octavius clears her throat as she looks at the students. "Everyone class. I like you to meet the head of research and development. Doctor Liz Octavius." Mr.Parker said as she smiled "Welcome everyone. I'm glad that your school decided to come here and learn about what we do here." she said. "Now we would like you to go to the upper levels. Unfortunately, those are off-limits at the moment. So feel free to explore this floor for now." she said as the students started to look around again as Parker went to talk to Octavius. "That was weird Liz." he said "What happened on the first floor?" he asked "You know we have been testing new sources of energy right?" she asked Peter nodded his head "Yeah? Wait was it desotryed?" he asked as she shook her head. "No... it sorta got misplaced. We're working on it right now. This is why I confined your students on this floor only." she said as Parker nodded his head. "I understand," he said. "You do what you have to do. I'll keep my students safe." he said as Liz nodded "Good..." she soon headed on back to the elevator.

Nick brought Maxine to his friends as they were still looking at those spiders. Miles soon noticed the two and smiled. "Hey there you are." he said as Mayday and Gwen looked over "Whose that?" Gwen asked as Nick smiled. "This is Maxine Dillion. She is one of our classmates," he said as Miles smiled and went to shake her hand as Maxine stepped back a bit. "Yeah, she doesn't like to be touched." Nick said, "I can understand that." Gwen said as Maxine looked at the Spiders a bit. Nick looks at her as he brings his friends in a group huddle. "Look she seems lonely so I thought maybe we can bring her into our friend group." he said as Mayday smiled "Sure why not." she said as Gwen and Miles nodded "I don't mind," he said before the four of them heard glass breaking. They looked over to see the spider enclosure was broken. Maxine's eyes widened as Nick looked "What did you do?" he asked "I-it just broke!" she said as Nick looked at her. "Glass just doesn't break!" soon Mr.Parker came over and saw this "Oh no ok everyone step back." he said to the five of them. as the kids backed away from the spiders Mr.Parker started to call some Oscorp scientist  to take care of these spiders as Nick huffs "Well there goes that enclousre." Miles said as Mayday nodded "Shame to cause my dad worked on that." she said. A few hours later

The tour was over as Nick was waiting outside for the bus with his friends. He was chewing on some gum as he tapped his foot a bit. Too much in fact,  as Gwen sighed "Can you stop that? It's annoying my ears. I'm still trying to get used to these." she said "I can't help it. it's cold out here." Nick said, "You're wearing your winter jacket." Miles said, "How are you cold." Nick shrugs a bit as he looks at Maxine. Who was just looking at the sky a bit. "She's pretty cool," Nick said as Mayday chuckled. "She's a bit odd but I like her. She's perfect for our little group," she said. Nick looks at Mayday. "So you guys wanna hang out at Miles's uncle's place later?" he asked and Gwen nodded "Oh hell yeah. We can make it a pizza night." she said "Can't Uncle Aaron is gonna be busy tonight." he said "Aww dang. Nick said as he looked at Maxine again. "You know what. I'm gonna shoot my shot," he said as Mayday chuckled at that. "Shoot your shot?" she said "Mhm. wish me luck." he said as he went over. "Hey, Maxine. A nice night outside huh?" he said as Maxine looked at him as she shrugged "It's... beautiful..." she said as Nick looked at her. "Yeah..." he smiled a bit before feeling a sharp pain on the back of his neck "OW what the-!" he smacked the back of his neck but immediately started to get dizzy. "Oh..." he said as Maxine looked at him. "Nick?" she said as Nick soon fell on her back. "Nick!" Miles yelled as he came over along with some other students. Soon Mr.Parker came over as he looked at Nick. All Nick could hear was mumbles as he saw Mr.Parker take his phone out. After that. Everything went black. 

[capriciouscaprine]

good morning!!!!! I had good number news this morning!!! lotsssss of numbers below, just fyi

I haven't really talked about my goals or current numbers on here, in part bc I was worried that if that was one of the first things I posted, whatever flagging bot gets used on here (I know, it's mostly crusaders who go thru the tags and mass repo blogs that gets us distapeared) would see those things and I'd be on their no-fly list immediately

plus, there's something to be said for the fear of saying something out loud, when I've not been the sort of person to stick to hobbies and things before

BUT

last week, I hit a goal of $125.4 (iirc), which means I hit a simultaneous goal of a 'healthy' -$5/month for 15 months straight, for a total of -$75.00 from my starting balance of $200.00

which, I honestly was having trouble being excited about hitting that goal bc of our common habit of rounding up, so any decimals next to that number it feel like I hadn't actually hit it, and I had worked REALLY HARD to get there, including a multi-mile treadmill walk and everything

BUT

my check in day is monday (start the week off informed!); on tuesday the monthly obnoxiousness started, and most of us who experience that will skip check in days that are close to it bc it messes with our bodies so much, so our measurements will be inaccurate

then, last week was spring break for my internship, but it's only two days a week, so I spent two days last week almost entirely sitting at my computer, working on my course work

meanwhile, in the same week, I clocked THEE MOST hours at my almost entirely outdoor, moderately physical job in about six months aka since about mid-fall, as late fall thru early spring is our slow season and things are now picking back up; I spent the week planting seedlings, repairing fences, running around after babies, and doing deeper cleaning now that things are warmer and deep bedding isn't so much of a priority

which, I spent last summer consistently dropping without thinking too much about it, tbh, and I'm pretty sure now that it's bc of this job (there was other stuff like switching from regular ice cream to halo top, etc, but on the whole I wasn't doing things like counting and I hadn't even made this blog yet)

and for meals this week, I seemed to average just about 1k; some days were higher and others were lower, some days I felt like an unwilling black hole and others I was just... fine after eating a small lunch/dinner (I keep weird hours, it was the final meal of the day for me, idk); plus, no semi-fraught Easter lunch with my family

SO

that brings us to today's check in

$123.2

officially, for realsies, under that $125.00 goal, and also the amount I claimed on my drivers license bc I thought it was funny and it was only a little lower than my actual amount BEFORE UNIVERSITY, AND very genuinely really close to a secret goal I've had since I heard it as a song lyric in 11th grade: $120.00

I know, it's such a silly thing to base a goal off of, and really highlights just how pervasive unrealistic body standards are, that some man stated it as the measure of a fictional grown woman he was writing about who you KNOW he envisioned as being 'curvy' and taller than a literal child

but I'm still gonna hit it

and yep, I'm once of those people who have reduced their goals over time; you think a number sounds really low, and then you find out how much people who look the way you want to measure in at, and realize that if that's where you wanna be, this number isn't going to have you looking like that unless it's mostly muscle, and I'm for sure not mostly muscle

anyways, introspection on societal pressures out of the way, this morning's breakfast was a 1/3 of a cup of egg substitute (50), two low f 'canadian bacon' slices (20 each for 40 together), a slice of lite toast (45) with lite country crock spread (about 1/2 a tblsp, so half of 35), and my coffee (25), so that's a relatively high f and protein breakfast for just under 200 (and of course we round up to the bigger whole number!)

I was hoping to feel satiated from that, but it's not quite hitting like yesterday's grilled cheese did; ah, well, just one more data point to take note of!

now, fingers crossed I can finish this presentation before work this morning!!!

[slowroadtosantiago]

Santiago de Compostella

I have decided to carry on with the blog for a few more days until we get home, I suppose we’re still having our adventure and it will help us remember what we did in years to come. But the stories are likely to be a bit more mundane now so can be skipped if you are bored. However, we’ve just had a cracking evening with our Camino family and that needs telling.

So, starting at this morning, we had a good night’s sleep and didn’t wake until nearly 8! However, we’re not sure if Jane has a few bed bug marks or it’s just heat rash. We’re a bit paranoid now. Check out was at 11, a real luxury when most albergues chuck you out at 8 if you’re not already gone by then.

There was a cafe just up the road so we went for breakfast then stopped at a pharmacy on the way back to get some stronger bite cream as I was discovering new bites (just mossies probably).

Our next stop was the airbnb so we asked the man on the reception desk of last night’s hostal if he could call us a taxi. It was a bit lazy as it was only just over 1 km away but it would mean we’d get very sweaty carrying the rucksacks! I’m glad we did as we’ve booked our ride to the airport on Friday with the same driver.

We dropped our bags but it was too early to check in so went back into town for a wander. The first place we found was the market housed in a lovely old complex. We found a nice souvenir shop where we bought a few bits. We then meandered for a while stopping for coffee in a small square where a man was busking. The streets of the old town are narrow with some very interesting shops.

Some of the streets near the cathedral are renown for their silversmith shops and we found one selling some really nice pieces which took my eye.

I had messaged Alex, to find out when she and the gang might be arriving so after the shopping we went back to the main square to wait for them all and spent a very happy time people watching. It was interesting seeing the mix of emotions as people entered the square, some crying and some obviously thinking ‘is that it?’

Laura also turned up to wait and eventually we saw them all, congratulated them, gave them big hugs, took their photos then left them to it to adjust and get their Compostellas with the promise of meeting later for food.

Jane and I were starving by then so went back to an Italian we had seen on the way in for their menu meal. I’m not sure how we’re going to adjust to 20 minute lunches when we spent the best part of 2 hours sat on a table outside people watching, eating and enjoying a couple of glasses of wine (it was just the two).

The cathedral didn’t have any services on so we got a proper look at what was inside. There were some interesting chapels and the altar piece is quite something. But the tranquility was spoilt by the noise of drilling coming from one of the side chapels.

It was time to get to the airbnb. It’s a very nice clean and airy two bed flat about 8 minutes from the cathedral. Jane’s got the double bedroom and I’m in bunks again, for the last time in a while I hope!

Alex messaged about meeting up so we all met in the main cathedral square along with some new friends they had met on the way.

There were going to be 11 for food so we went back to the same tapas bar as yesterday on the off chance they could fit us in, and as we were early we were lucky and they did after a short wait.

I thought it was a bit fishy when Ernest took charge of the ordering with so many of us there. We had some beautiful dishes, and lots of them, before he and Tim let on that they would be covering the bill. It was a really lovely evening, full of chatter and story telling, a wonderful way to finish the journey with our Camino family.

We finished the evening buying ice creams for everyone from a shop up the street. I have a new favourite of ‘cheesecake’.

After some big hugs we said goodbye and are now settling down quite late for us. Tomorrow is our day trip to Finisterre.