#and b) I can drive around with so I don't have to rent a car and don't therefore get stuck with 2 cars or don't have to uber everywhere

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

hey Aussie besties uhhhhhh sorry if this is weird but send me a DM if anyone lives in or around Melbourne and wants to drive around on October 26 helping me buy a car

[sydsaint]

I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers + forced proximity arc, what can I say?

Summary: Reader gets an unlucky break when she gets stuck traveling with Tyler for a couple of weeks for AEW's tour of the Pacific North West before Double or Nothing. She and Tyler have never bothered to get along. But truth be told, she doesn't quite know why.

You read the text from your wonderful AEW EVP's over again, making sure that you've read it right. And unfortunately you have.

Somehow, after some kind of vague mix-up or other, according to the message anyway, you've been stuck with the infamous HOOK as a travel partner for AEW's PNW tour.

Begrudgingly, you collect your bags from the hotel room you're staying at and decide to meet your new travel partner in the lobby. You check out of your room at the main desk and glance around for any sign of Tyler hanging around. You spot Taz's broody kid leaning against a far wall in the lobby and head over to him.

"Hey, Tyler." You attempt to be civil since you're going to be stuck with him all week.

"Hey." Tyler nods to you, an emotionless expression on his face. He pushes off the wall and slings his bag over his shoulder. "You ready to head out?" He asks you. "We're due for a house show in Portland tomorrow. Drive is a couple of hours."

You nod and adjust your bag hanging off your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are." You step off to the side and let Tyler lead the way.

Tyler leads the way out into the parking lot and over to a black SUV he's renting for the week. He pops the trunk open and tosses his bag into the back before moving off to the side so you can do the same. You toss your bags down next to his, your brightly colored luggage a stark contrast to his black ones, and Tyler slams the trunk shut.

"I'm driving." Tyler fishes the keys to the SUV out of his pocket and flashes them at you.

"Fine by me." You shrug and walk over to the passenger side of the car.

Both of you climb into the car in silence, and Tyler pulls the SUV out of the parking lot and out into the hectic Seattle traffic. Neither of you bother to make conversation, so Tyler switches on the radio to some random hip-hop channel.

"If you're not into the station, I'll change it here in a bit." Tyler speaks up after a couple of songs pass.

"This one is fine." You reply with a shrug.

Silence falls over the two of you again as the SUV flies down the road in the dark. You grow bored pretty fast and hum along to the radio for a bit while you scroll through your phone. What you don't notice is Tyler glancing your way once in a while as you quietly sing along to the radio when a good song comes in.

A couple of hours into the ride, Tyler stops off at some gas station in some nowhere off-ramp town.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom and grab some food." Tyler explains as he turns the car off.

"Cool. I'll do the same." You nod and unbuckle yourself out of your seat.

You and Tyler head inside and he heads to the bathroom while you make a b-line for the snack aisle. You grab an energy drink from one of the fridges on the back wall, then start looking through the chips and other salty snacks on the shelf in front of you.

Tyler comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later and you see him grab the same brand of energy drink out of the fridge as you from the corner of your eye. You pick out a small bag of chips before moving to the candy aisle for something sweet.

Once you've collected a nice round-up of snacks, you head up to the check-out and set everything onto the counter. Tyler comes up from behind you and sets his stuff down as well, and you can't help but notice that your choices in snacks are almost identical.

You fish out your wallet from your pocket to pay for your snacks but Tyler shoulders in front of you before you can pull it out of the confines of your pocket.

"I got it." Tyler mumbles as he pushes past you.

You stumble back a couple of steps as Tyler hands a couple of bills over to the cashier. The cashier takes the cash and returns some change to Tyler who pockets the extra's and grabs his stuff off the counter.

"...Thanks." You give Tyler a quick thank you as he steps passed you with his food and drink in hand.

You grab your stuff off the counter and follow Tyler back out to the car in silece. Tyler sets his stuff inside the car and turns back around to pump some gas before the two off you depart. You stop in front of the car and frown.

"You should have let me at least pay for some gas." You complain, feeling like a leech.

"Nah. It's my rental." Tyler replies as he leans against the side of the car. "Don't worry about it." He assures you.

You huff out a breath and watch the screen on the pump climb in price. "Well do you at least want me to drive for a while?" You ask Tyler, tired of feeling halpless this whole trip.

"Nah." Tyler replies again nonchalantly. "We're more than halfway there. It's fine." He insists.

"Whatever." You grumble to yourself at Tyler's aloofness and climb back into the passenger side of the car.

You climb into the passenger seat and settle into your spot. You glance out the window at Tyler as he finishes up pumping gas. Your phone buzzes and you check your messages. You find a text from Skye waiting for you.

-How the trip going?

-fine I guess. hes just so cold. idk what to do

-hang in there babe! u got this!

-I'll try. wish me luck!

Tyler climbs back into the car and you put your phone back into your pocket. He switches the car back on and pulls back onto the road.

Tyler drives for about another hour in silence before you can't take it anymore. You glance over at him and muster up the courage to say something.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to drive?" You ask. "I'm more than happy to take over for a while." You assure him.

"I've got it." Tyler shakes his head. "Besides, we're almost there."

You nod and bite the inside of your lip. "Are you sure?" You speak up again. "You've been driving for like 4 hours straight." You remind him.

"I'm fine, Y/N." Tyler insists. "If you want to help with something you can do me a solid and crack open my drink for me." He suggests.

"Yeah, sure." You nod and crack open his drink for him. "You need me to hand feed you Dorito's too?" You quip.

Your eyes are fixed on the road so you don't see the hint of a smile crack on Tyler's face at your quip.

Silence once again overtakes the car ride until you and Tyler finally make it to the hotel at around 1am. You grab your bags and head inside to the front desk. You get checked into your shared room and are given two keycards, giving one to Tyler when he joins you in the lobby.

The two of you head up to the room in silence. You make it into the room first and set your bags down onto one of the queen beds in the room. Tyler takes the other bed and the two of you silently unpack.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower before I go to sleep." You inform Tyler as you fish your sleepwear out of your bag.

You grab your comfy oversized tshirt and the comfy underwear you like to sleep in and head into the bathroom. Tyler unpacks his bag and changes into some more loose-fitting sweats before setting his bags down onto the floor and climbing into his bed for the night.

Tyler plugs in his phone and scrolls through it for a while. He can hear you singing to yourself from the bathroom and cracks a small smile.

"There's still hot water if you want to rinse off." You come out of the bathroom a bit later, toweling off your hair.

"I'll shower in the morning." Tyler shrugs and looks up from his phone at you as you discard your towel into the bascket sitting by the bathroom door.

You shrug and climb into your bed. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." You plug in your phone to your charger and switch the bedside lamp off.

Tyler does the same and you both get some sleep.

Much later into the morning you are woken up by the sound of someone rummaging around the hotel room. You yawn and prop yourself up in bed and check the time on your phone. 7am.

"Please don't tell me that you're a morning person?" You groan and sit up in bed.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and find Tyler digging through his bags for his gym clothes. Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes land on his bare back, muscles flexing and moving with every movement. His sweats hang low on his hips, and you can only imagine what they look like from the front.

"Always have been." Tyler answers your question. "I'm going to change and then head to the gym for a couple of hours." He explains.

"Okay." You nod and stretch your arms above your head. "I think I'm just going to hang out here for a couple more hours. Maybe grab some breakfast."

Tyler nods and you watch him walk off with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You lay in bed for another hour or so before you decide to get dressed and grab something to eat. You pull a cute outfit from your bag and strip off your sleeping shirt in front of your bed.

You switch your underwear and bra and are in the middle of squeezing into a pair of jeans when the door clicks open.

"I'm back. You in here?" Tyler steps through the door as you move to grab something to cover yourself up with. "Oh, sorry. I'll just, step back out." Tyler see's that you're changing and retreats back into the hall.

You pull your shirt over your head and call for Tyler to come back inside the room. He cautiously comes back through the door and tosses his bag onto the floor.

"Sorry, YN. I didn't mean to barge in on you." He apologizes for almost catching you naked. "I guess I should have knocked." He muses.

"It's fine." You shrug and zip your suitcase back up. "My ring gear is way more provocative, right?" You joke. "I was just going to grab breakfast at that place across the street. You're welcome to come if you want."

Tyler nods and grabs a fresh hoodie from his bag. He pulls it over his head and gets the door for you. "Sure, I could eat."

You and Tyler head over to the diner and eat in a comfortable silence. You eventually get him to casually chat with you about some stuff and learn that the two of you share a few hobbies.

After your breakfast has finished you reach for your bag to fish your wallet out of it and pay the bill. Tyler spots your gesture and grabs your hand that's still on the table.

"Hey, I've got it, YN." Tyler insists.

"Again?" You look back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sure? I'm kind of starting to feel like a mooch." You admit, but you can see that Tyler doesn't plan on changing his mind any time soon. "Can I at least get the tip?" You ask him.

Tyler cracks a small grin and nods, letting go of your hand. "Sure." He agrees to let you leave a tip.

You smile happily and pull a couple of bills out of your wallet. You leave them on the table and head out with Tyler back to the hotel room. The two of you have different schedules for the show so you part ways for a few hours.

Much later into the night you are packed up and getting ready to head back to the hotel. You stop outside the arena where there are some fans grouped up and waiting to see some of the people from the show. You run into them and agree to sign a couple of things and take a few photos with some of the girls hanging out.

"What about me, beautiful?" One of the guys with the group of girls breaks through the crowd and approaches you. "Can I get a picture too?" He asks you with a cocky grin.

Reluctantly, you nod and agree to a photo. Normally you'd never agree to take a photo with some tool like this. But you don't want to make a scene in front of the girls that were being polite and waited so long to have a chance at meeting you.

"Sure, why not. One wont hurt, right?" You gesture for the guy to step next to you.

The guy eagerly fishes his phone out of his pocket and steps over to you. You force a smile on your face as he slings an arm around you for the picture. The scent of his nasty colonge assaults your senses but you bear it and wait for the photo to be taken.

The fan pulls you into his side as close as he can get and goes to take the photo. His hand thats slung over the back of your shoulders slides down your back and stops dangerously close to your ass.

You grimace and step away from the fan, intent on telling him off. But someone beats you to the punch. "Hey! What the fuck? Get off of her!" Tyler suddenly appears and stomps towards you and the fanboy.

The fanboy scoffs and turns to confront Tyler. "Excuse me? Do you mind, man? I'm trying to get a picture!" He nods toward you.

"Looks more to me like you were trying to cop a feel." Tyler replies and steps between you and the fanboy.

"What it to you?" The fanboy sneers. "You her boyfriend or something?"

You grab Tylers arm thats posistioned toward you and catch his attention. "Ty, it's fine." You assure him. "Come on. Let's just get out of here." You tug gently on his arm. "He's not worth getting into a brawl over. He's a loser." You shoot a glare at the fanboy. "Who thinks that he's way cooler than he is. Trust me bro, these girls? They know you're a loser too." You nod toward the group of girls standing silently a few feet away.

"Whatever, bitch." The fanboy snarls at you and Tyler takes a step toward him.

"Ty, come on." You give Tyler's arm another tug and he backs off the fanboy.

Tyler turns back toward you and the two of you walk off. "Whatever man. Let's get out of here, YN. Before I change my mind." He lets you drag him off.

"You two make a cute couple!" One of the girls in the group shouts as you drag Tyler away from the crowd.

You and Tyler glance at one another and you let go of his arm. You turn away first to hide the blush on your cheeks and don't notice Tyler's sly little smile.

"Thanks for having my back, Tyler." You thank him. "You're not so bad after all, mister cold-hearted badboy." You knock into his side playfully.

"I got your back, YN. No sweat." Tyler knocks back into you with a grin.

[welldonebeca]

The Farm (I)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 3.2k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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Masterlist

"Now, isn't this place so much nicer?" you looked at Jess and Sam.

You and Dean had come down with them to Stanford, to say the proper goodbyes, spend a little more time together and settle them in a more comfortable way.

Now, their debts were being taken care of by Dean, and you were helping them move out of their itsy bitsy tiny old house and into a proper flat.

"It's very generous," Jess hummed, looking around.

The place was all furnished, so they wouldn't have to worry about it. It was very pretty too.

"And, I was able to convince the guy to let you two rent just while you graduate," Dean stepped to her, putting a hand around her waist. "So you can move back home as soon as you are finished."

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking happy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," your sweet Omega lamented.

You jumped, surprised, when Sam came up behind you, touching your belly.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he kissed your cheek. "Don't you want to take a nap before hitting the road again?"

You chuckled a bit.

"Oh, Sam," you covered his hand. "This is a Winchester baby, remember? She loves the car already."

"Or he," Dean added.

You rolled your eyes.

"She!" you stated, sticking your tongue out.

Your baby was a girl.

As the mama, you knew it.

Dean shook his head.

"Alright, goodbye," he kissed Jess. "I gotta go punish that bratty Omega of hours."

Sam gave your ass a little pat, and you walked back to Dean, already perking up.

Punish you?

You followed him out of the car, curious.

It wouldn't be the first time Dean would spank you in Baby, but right there? In the parking lot?

That was new.

"Alpha?"

"Come on," he called you. "In the car."

You entered it quickly, eagerly waiting.

Was he going to spank you?

Make you warm his cock with your mouth?

But Dean just entered the car and... drove.

That was it?

"Dean?" you called.

"Hm?" he looked at you.

You stared at him, waiting.

Where was your punishment?!

"You said you were going to punish me!" you reminded him.

Your husband laughed aloud.

"Oh, I just said that so we could leave faster!"

You blinked, surprised.

Why was he laughing? It wasn't funny!

But Dean laughed even more!

"What, did you want me to punish you?" he taunted you.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Awn, baby," he put a hand on your knee. "Don't worry. I'm not going to punish you because I have a surprise for you."

You perked up quickly interested.

"You do?"

He smiled, amused.

"Well, I've been working behind the scenes, talking and... you know," he continued to drive. "Doctor Gabriel told me a little more about his family, put me in contact with a few of them... you know, his brothers. His little brother, even."

You frowned, confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

"They are actually working on the newest farm, you know?" he told you. "Out in the West."

The West?

Wait, which coast was this?

East or West?

You were never good with that.

"And he put me in contact with the brother who is responsible for it," Dean continued. "You know... a dude named... Castiel."

You wiped your head so quickly it almost snapped your neck.

“Dean…” you whined, face burning at the memory of touching yourself to his demonstration video.

Your Alpha just smirked.

"He’s going to give us a tour," he told you. "So you better be a good girl during it, Omega."

You tried not to get wet with what he was offering you.

A real visit to the farm?!

Meeting Castiel?!

Would you even be able to look him in the eye after seeing him fuck that Omega?

Still, your mind rushed the whole hour Dean drove, until you were in front of a half-constructed building on a large farm still mostly empty.

You were still gazing outside when Dean opened your door, helping you out of the car.

"Don't worry so much, baby," he rubbed your back. "If you don't want to stay...-"

"I do!" you interrupted him. "I just... I want to be good."

He smirked, and your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he knew.

Dean leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You are a good Omega," he petted your chin. "A very good Omega."

You nodded, a little calmer, though you squeezed his hand tight as he guided you inside and stopped in front of a reception desk.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be Meg?"

She glanced up at him and then at you, not very excited.

"Sign-ups are online," she said simply. "We do not accept any show-ups."

You frowned.

"What?" you asked, confused.

What was she talking about?

"Listen, I'm sure you got some good milk, but there are procedures, sweetheart."

You nearly gasped, going hot on the face when you realised what she was implying about you.

"I'm not here to sign-up!" you protested.

You would have left if Dean didn't hold you right in place.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my wife, Y/N," he told her. "We are here for a scheduled meeting with Castiel."

Meg clicked her tongue, finally checking her computer.

"You are, aren't you?" she looked up. "What a shame. But you can meet him in his office, second room on the right."

She pressed a button, and the door behind her opened.

You glared at her as Dean pulled you to go with him before you could start thinking of saying anything to her.

What a rude woman.

Dean walked into his office first, tugging you along, and there, right behind the desk was the man himself.

Castiel.

His focus was on some paperwork and he looked like he was paying a lot of attention to it before Dean cleared his throat.

His bright blue eyes looked at your husband first, but quickly moved to you, and your heart skipped a beat when he stopped up.

"Mr Winchester and Mrs Winchester," he greeted. “Welcome.”

You two sat down, and your eyes ran over him as the two men by your side started talking, and you tried - hard - to understand them - but it was all business lingo and stuff you didn't understand.

Castiel was so big.

Maybe not as tall as Dean or Sam, but he was very large.

And his voice was so deep, it echoed inside your torso like the bass of a song.

His eyes connected with yours for a moment, and you felt yourself blushing, a little started when he spoke to you all of a sudden.

“Would you like a tour around the facility?” he asked you

You blinked, surprised.

“Oh?" you exclaimed. "I thought you were still under construction?”

Castiel smiled charmingly.

“Well, yes but we were able to start up some progress before the full building is made," he told you. "It's all locked up because we don't have a lot of security, but you two are owners too, so... you know. Not a problem."

Your eyes widened.

"Owners?" you asked.

Dean just said he had a few stocks!

Castiel looked between you and Dean.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. "You are the biggest shareholders outside of my family."

When you turned to him, your husband just winked at you.

"Surprise, sweetheart," he smiled.

Before you could ask more questions, Castiel stood and opened the door.

"Let's go," he led you two. "I'm sure you'll be positively impressed."

You followed him out, watching everything attentively.

He showed you the break room, a place with very comfortable couches, a few fridges and looking like a very relaxing place for Omegas to rest and talk.

The board rooms were nothing different from what you expected, where shareholders and owners could meet and talk.

"This farm will sadly be the smallest one we have so far," he told you. "If you ever decided to visit the East, our main farm has four floors dedicated to our Omega's offices. It's where I mainly work, I'm just supervising this one for my brother Michael."

You nodded along, realising you hadn't seen the offices yet.

"And where are the private offices?" you asked him.

Castiel looked at you, surprised.

"I read your company has private and shared offices," you confessed, feeling your cheeks warm.

"She is really passionate about your business," your husband chuckled.

Castiel nodded, smiling.

"Well, the private offices are still under construction," he told you. "But our shared office is ready. I told some of our Omegas we would have some visitors, so they prepared for it. We only have a handful of employees at this time, but I can introduce you to three of them."

His gaze darkened a bit, and you exchanged a look with Dean, but your husband didn't seem to notice.

Castiel led you to another side of the building before entering a room that was just the size of a bedroom, but there was no bed inside. Instead, there was that famous milking machine and the knotting machine that you remembered getting wet too.

The first Omega who walked to you was in her forties and all smiley.

"Hello, you must be the visiting new owners," she greeted you.

Her tits were so big!

"Hi," you greeted weakly.

"Elizabeth, could you tell them about your experience working for us?" Castiel instructed her.

She smiled.

"Well, I'm a mother," she told you two. "But my three kids are already in college and didn't have a lot to do until I heard about the Farm. I always tried to pump at home and donate my milk there, but it was still not enough. I like the benefits, and the work is very good. That's why I'm here."

That was so nice!

"Let's give them a demonstration, shall we?" Castiel asked her.

She nodded, and you watched them, clutching Dean's hand.

Was that a good idea?

Still, Castiel didn't look affected by your nervousness, quickly setting Elizabeth up.

"I see you're not using the toy," your husband pointed out when she just saw on a chair.

Elizabeth giggled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, most of the Omegas do use the toy's pleasure to produce milk faster, but I'm an old Omega," she told you. "I just can't keep up."

Dean took off his leather jacket discreetly and wrapped it around you, maybe expecting something from you.

Castiel just smiled, reaching and caressing her cheek.

"Oh, don't say that," he cooed, and you could see her melting. "If the stories your husband tells are right, then you've been improving."

"Improving?" you asked, focus taken from her chest.

"Oh," she looked at you. "I used to be a bit of a nag before the farm. You know... too many things in my mind, never satisfied or happy with anything since my nest emptied. This job helped a lot."

She shook her head, and then looked at Castiel.

"Castiel helped," she corrected her.

He smiled, kissing the back of her head.

Well, he seemed like a nice boss, then.

"Sometimes Omegas need to be reminded of their purpose," he affirmed, sweetly.

You all did, right?

Castiel kissed her cheek and guided you to walk out of the room.

"As I said, the private offices are still being built," he told you, closing Elizabeth's door. "So they are using these spaces for work. Those rooms are going to be converted into our pasteurisation area, it's why the walls are made of thin wood. It's a temporary space."

You looked at the walls, and they did look temporary.

"The doors are also going to be changed, we just put them here to get them privacy," he told you, opening a new door.

The Onega inside was already attached to the machine.

To both of them.

"This is Cassandra," he told you. "Cassie. For short."

You gazed at Cassie, and she held back a moan at your presence. Oh, the naughty little thing, too embarrassed to be heard but not to be seen.

"Cassie, dear," he spoke softly. "I told you we had guests."

"I know, Mr Novak," she whimpered, trying to hold back her moans.

You gulped, watching her tits being milked by the machine. She had so much milk.

"Holy shit," Dean hissed. "That toy is definitely bruising her up."

You tore your eyes from her milk and looked at her ass. She was dressed, and you couldn't see the toy in her cunt, but the machine was in a very, very fast setting.

Castiel shook his head and took a small remote from her hand.

"Well, Cassie, how about you tell them about yourself?"

The machine slowed down, and you licked your lips, warm between your legs.

"I'm a student," she spoke, clearly trying to stay coherent. "And I had a problem with leaking."

Castiel hummed a bit.

"She did," he agreed. "It's why we accepted her as an early employee. We knew she needed our services as much as we needed her."

"What do you study?" you asked her.

Cassie pressed her lips together.

"Communications," she whined. "Wanna be a journalist."

Castiel chuckled.

"She is very smart when she is not being fucked, I promise," he assured you.

Her face flushed in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her body. She was so beautiful, tall and with big tits. Not huge, but with so much potential.

"Mr Novak," she whined, looking at him. "Can I have it now? What you promised?”

Castiel chuckled.

"Not while I'm doing the tour, honey."

She whined, boomed, and then he looked at the two of you.

"Well... Mr Winchester?"

Your husband stepped back, nearly hiding behind you.

"You could offer yourself to solve her oral fixation," he suggested. "If   you two are comfortable with that."

"Can I suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Please?"

Your husband was shocked at the question, and you glanced at him.

Oh, he was hard.

"What kind of question -"

"You should," you told him. "You're so hard already, Dean. And the floor doesn't look comfortable for my knees. I can continue the tour with Mr Novak on my own."

"We can stay," Castiel told you. "It's only appropriate, as you are his Omega. I would never suggest you leave him here on his own."

You nodded. It made sense. At least the way he said it did.

"Please," Cassie moaned. "Please, sir!"

Your husband unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing his flannel today, just his leather jacket and a V-neck shirt. He was so handsome.

"There you go," he spoke hesitantly.

Cassie didn't even hesitate, quickly taking his cock and grabbing his hips, wrapping her lips around it and swallowing him.

Dean froze, shocked at her just pulling him, but Castiel didn't care. He was a boss trying to make his employee happy!

"Fuck," your husband moaned when she deep-throated him.

He pushed his fingers into her curly hair, slowly fucking her mouth. It wouldn't do good to harm his property, right?

Your brain caught with your thought.

Property?!

God, how fucked up were you?

Still, you rubbed your legs together,  eager, turned on by everything.

"Would you mind if I recorded it?" Castiel asked, all of a sudden.

Dean turned, confused.

"For the... hm... business website?"

Castiel shook his head.

"To Cassie's boyfriend," he told him, phone in hand. "It will help with her training."

Your husband nodded, and you watched as Castiel pulled a ring light before putting his phone in his pocket and going for Cassie's bag, setting her phone up and recording, focused on her face and Dean's hips.

You licked your lips watching them, and Dean grunted.

"You're slutty little cow, aren't you?" he caressed her hair. "No wonder you need to be fucked this early in the morning. Didn't even wait for us."

Castiel analysed them closely and calmly, as if they weren't doing anything surprising.

"You can go faster," he said simply. "A good bruising will be a suitable punishment."

Your husband looked very happy.

He fucked her throat faster, moaning and growling, and your chest ached.

Oh, you were going to leak soon.

Castiel looked at you, and your cheeks heated up, and you held the jacket closer, afraid of embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetie, come over," he instructed. "Look from this angle."

You complied, obedient.

He took off your jacket, hanging it aside, and gave you a little look before moving you to face Dean again.

"Look at him," he whispered near your ear. "Cassie is such a good cock-sucker, you know?"

You nodded weakly, rubbing your legs together, and gasped when he touched your chest over your shirt.

"Dean told me all about you," he told you, chuckling. "Said I'm your favourite porn star."

You bit your lip, holding back a sound, not wanting to ruin the video.

"I'm glad you liked our videos," he massaged your breast. "If we only caught you sooner... Dean says you have so much milk... but you are more of a breeder than a milker."

You held back a whine, rubbing your legs together.

"Sadly, we haven't cornered that market yet," he joked, chuckling.

His fingers worked and worked on your chest, and you blushed more.

“I’m going to-” you whispered.

“Shh,” he interrupted you. “You know, my brother Raphael says we need the public to respond better to us before we start offering breeding whores like you for sale.”

Your legs weakened and he held you in place.

You loved Dean and your life so much, but the thought of being filled up and leaking all day sounded so insanely good. Just being bred and milked the whole day.

“I can smell your slick,” he whispered into your ear. “Are you wet, sweet girl? I think you are.”

You squirmed, legs wet under your dress.

“I bet I could slide right in, and you would welcome my cock,” he hummed. “And without worrying about breeding you, because you are already bred.”

The pressure in your chest grew.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m going to wet my clothes all over.”

Castiel cooed you, all mockingly.

"Poor little thing," he kissed your cheek, taking his hand away.

You whined at the lack of touch, but didn't say anything.

"Cassie, dear, make him cum already," he commanded. "We have a tour to finish."

Not a second later, your husband moaned aloud, stopping fucking her mouth and cumming suddenly.

Castiel just chuckled.

"I told you, sweet thing," he looked at you. "She is very good."

He gave you your jacket back, and you covered yourself just at the right time before you felt your milk starting to dribble down, and you zipped it up at the same time your husband was zipping up his pants, trying to recompose himself as he moved to you.

"She's... uh..." he cleared his throat. "She knows what she's doing."

Castiel stopped recording and sent the video to someone - Cassie's boyfriend, probably - before giving her the remote back.

"Now, be safe and drink tons of water," he told her, back to being sweet. "I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you need to go home early, talk to Meg."

He kissed her forehead and petted her hair before turning to the two of you.

“Let’s go.”

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[iminyournotis]

I was thinking, "I don't even have any friends to be honest with, or tell my shit to, because everybody seems to have some kind of stake in my personal business," but then I remembered TUMBLR EXISTEDDD, so here I am.

1. Ended up snooping on my NINETEEN year old coworker last night because he skipped out on BK with me after work, and I got UNREASONABLY possessive, noticing that he was talking to the new girl at work, and I thought no WAY he's fucking her... She just started. (And he made a WHOOOLE thing to me abt how he doesn't want to hook up-- he just wants to find someone he loves and 'make love'. ((I was all, 'You're completely valid.' and then look at the camera like I'm in The Office then do the finger loop crazy sign at my head's temple, crossing my eyes. LOL.))) So I pulled back up after I finished getting BK alone because I was salty as hell and overly curious, and they were still there an hour and ten after close... I honestly scared them and embarrassed myself and I tore off.

2. Went to the gas station beforehand, because I had started smoking cigarettes again like a day or two ago, because I've been stressed about having Seb cock block his brother from me (and potentially for me. It's complicated.) and it lowkey feels like Caleb ALLLL over again, and it's making me lose my mind, so I'm back to stressedly chuffing.

Went to buy a pack, and this dude hollered in the gas station. I hollered back.

We were talking, I give him my phone number, I told him I'm willing to hook up, he's like 'alright, cool... Maybe pick me up later cause I need a whip,' I'm like, 'Okay.' Cue Burger King and checking where I shouldn't.

3. Go back to my parents' house and dude texts me asking if I was trying to link up... It's late, I tell him yeah anyway. I have work at 8:30, and it's already 11 or midnight by the time we're messaging each other. I end up pulling up to this bar I've never been to around midnight, and I end up taking him and his friend to get blazed out in a parking lot somewhere. Dude I was gonna hook up with doesn't smoke za, but his friend does. I get high and immediately get scared, because now I'm OVI, and I have two young Black men in my vehicle with me, and I get scared that some awful shit was fixing to happen, so I go, 'I'M GETTING YOU BOTH HOME SAFELY. I'm not pulling out until our seat belts are fastened, etc.' Went full mom mode. (Also, at this point, the young man I was with was 22, and his friend was 21. They thought I was younger than even them, which was hilarious. So another predatory woman moment for Mama.)

Drop 21 off. Go to drop 22 off next, but he takes me to this outfield out the way... We park, talk some; he hits it and as he's getting out of the backseat, I go, "Wait, did you finish?" He very non-chalantly said "Yeah," as he's putting his pants back on. I go, "... Did you cum inside me?" He responds pretty deadpan "Yeah." I'M LIKE "WHAT? Did you even plan on telling me???" He goes, "I mean, yeah." I was stunned. He's like, "I mean, you can take a Plan B if you don't feel safe." NFJSJFHJDN I was losing my mind. NOT the fucking point. He's like "Are you mad at me?" I'm like, "TO be honest, yeah."

I drive him back home, he forgets something in my car, I pull back around, he's tryna get me to stay at his mom's house with him for the night (which he pays rent at), I say no. I drive off. He goes, 'Actually, I forgot my hat, too.' I was like 10 minutes down the road and closer to home by the time I saw this message, so I'm like 'Man, I'm keeping it now. Sorry.' He's like, 'alright it's fine. lol.'

End scene. Oh, actually not, because by the time I get back into my city/town, it's like 3:30 AM. I didn't even wash my clothes, I still needed to shower, I haven't really been eating for the last week, so I thought, 'Fuck it. I'm calling off.'

Haven't called off a single time since starting, even through this lowkey nasty cold I had a few weeks ago. So my manager, who I'm WAY too involved with, was like 'wtf?? You're just not coming in?' I'm like yeah. She's like "What's your reason." All investigative. I'm like "Not been eating well. It's for my health." She goes, "Get well." I'm such a fucking loser.

So then I woke up like an hour ago at three PM, and here I am. ❤️ What the fuck is going on with my life, though.

[whisper-and-tangle]

THIS SONG IS V ESPILVER CORE ;. METHINKS ! !^_^^ <-HIYA its ya local philip labes gal :3c

lyrics;

Our job's a lot to juggle, the economy's a struggle - Espio & The Chaotix struggling with rent, and the high amount of jobs they have to take due to being like. Some of the only detectives nearby methinks fsdklfgsdfg.:3c

So we cuddle through the chilly winter nights - Espio, furless, hugging Silver, covered in fluff and v warm<33 ! !^_^^ to be less chilly inthe winter<333 UwU

Seems the bank won't take romance in lieu of an advance

And our love doesn't power all the lights - Despite their love for one another, Espio and Silver are still separated. Silver's future is still (usually) ruined, and they are frequently separated by time. Their love won't power the lights, nor will it power the light they need to find one another again- Though they will always find one another, even in the darkness- No matter what.

Some people have everything Born with a silver spoon <- The lives of others in comparison to Espio and Silver- Silver being born in an apocalyptic future, and Espio/the Chaotix dealing with money struggles.

But those folks don't have everything They ain't got you <-thisis . self explanatory fsdjfgsdjflgk. They don't have Espio or Silver. Though, this could also represent how not everyone in Espio's time would know Silver, due to him usually being in the future. Even if they have more financially than Espio, they'll never have someone like Silver- And Silver is worth more to Espio than any money.

Our TV gets no channels, and our radio's a brick And our ice cream melted in the sun and we don't care a lick Just our luck, the oven's stuck, we burnt the apple pie <- Silver's future being hellish and difficult to live in.

But it's always hunky dory, when it's just you and I - Even though Silver goes through alot, Espio will always reassure him. Everything's hunky dory when they're together- Because they'll fix things, and help eachother, together.

The to-dos are getting longer, the pollutions getting stronger - Silver's ruined future, and Espio's struggle with so many detective cases.

And our bills are in a pile by the door - The Chaotix are avoiding taxes and the IRS.

So we put all our quarters in a jam jar for the laundry

And our dreams at the bottom of a drawer

Some people have a diamond ring And eyes in a diamond hue <- Once again, other's lives in comparison to Espio and Silver.

But those folks don't have everything They don't get to look at you <- Most people would've likely not seen Silver, imo, due to him being in the future (i might b wrong tho fskjfgsdlkfg :3c.). Espio is an exception, though, getting to see Silver. Also nobody in the future seeing Espio- Seeing the ruins of Chaotix detective agency, seeing what Espio had left behind- But never seeing him, whilst Silver is an exception, seeing Espio alive and (usually) healthy.

So the neighbors wear fine linen we wear polyester blend

And the only place our car can drive us is around the bend

Just our luck, that's our last buck, but we don't ever cry 'Cause it's awfully hunky dory, when it's just you and I <-Silver and Espio getting through it together. Struggling together, but being happy nevertheless because they actually get to be together- A rare thing, for lovers separated by time itself.

But eventually reality sets in like the night When you need more than a buddy to muddle through this life And you'll find someone more practical to get ya through the grey <- Silver and Espio both fighting Eggman's forces and saving the world on occassions, whilst dealing with their own personal issues, and helping eachother through it.

And you'll hold on to the memories, until they fade away - Espio eventually dying, and Silver being in the future without him- Only having his memories, if he can remember- And he'll do his best to do so.

And we didn't have forever, but we had today - Silver and Espio never having long to see eachother, due to Silver frequently returning to the future. They never have much time together, but the time they did spend meant alot.

And for the price that's awfully nice - The price of the future/present being in danger or harmed when Silver returns to the present to save the future, allowing him to see Espio. It's a heavy price but the silver (;3c) lining of it is that they can see eachother again.

So call it too pragmatic, call it conscience, call it greed

Both of us had nothing, but had everything we need - Neither of them had much, but they had everything they needed. Silver had hope, he had friends, he had a way to see blue skies even if it was a rare sight to see, and he had Espio. Espio had family, he had friends, he had people who cared about him and people he cared about, and he had Silver.

Just our luck, the clock just struck, looks like we're outta time It was awfully hunky dory, when it was you and I <- Silver and Espio being separated by time once again, Silver returning to a future where Espio is dead and Espio being left in the present without Silver. They're out of time, but their short time together meant so much. It was okay, just because they were together, for once.

[foundinfantasy]

Sims 4: B 4 Real

I made a Sims 4: 4 Rent Expansion Pack What-I-Wish-It-Was Wishlist because even though the bar is in hell as far as the Sims 4 Team is involved, it's fun to imagine what the pack could've been, what features could've been added blah-blah-blah.

I've seen the Release Trailer, the "Gameplay" Trailer, the "Livestream", and absorbed as much EA Creator Network content as I can handle... and it's meh-to-yikes (MWS 2). So....

RENTING

Not mad at what they did. This is exactly how I, in my dumb-dumb non-coder brain, figured that they could've made working apartments HOWEVER they could've added a better screening process, moreso accepting tenants to apply for the apartment rather than outright accepting them.

The application process could've given the player the ability to accept tenants sight unseen OR given them the ability to screen traits, wealth, or if they have a job with the possibility of getting sued for housing discrimination.

On the other end, if you're playing generationally you can apply for an apartment, pay the application fee, look around, meet the landlord, and/or get rejected because it's your first apartment and your Sim Score is non existent.

All the gameplay I've seen so far, I actually like as far as the water heater and fuse box, mold, and infestation, and all the events. I also like that you can experience all those issues in a regular residential. (RIP Plumbros you've been incorporated?)

I do wish they would've gone back and updated Elevators and allowed a High-End Apartment experience such as Building Maids, Doormen, Receptionist, a basement Irwin, etc.

MULTIFUNCTIONAL LOTS

This would've actually shocked me and 100% made the pack worth it, if they'd given us both the ability to make apartments and make a bar beneath me.

The Multifunctional lot would've worked the exact same way and allowed for storefront RENTALS (but I imagine this would make GTW useless to those who only use the Retail system)

WORLD

9 lots!? BFFR.

:Conspiracy Theory Side Rant: I think they had planned for water lots. The bottom of that map is wayyyy too empty both in world and in world view. I think they hit a snag in coding and instead of delaying to figure it out they scrapped water lots and pushed out this pack and that's why we also can't build on the waterfront lot in Sulani. Nothing can sway me. :End:

It's a pretty... empty world. I wish there was less set dressing and more lots. The cave isn't nearly as cool as the one in Horse Ranch and I could do without it. It really just punched home all the rabbitholes (like seriously Sims 4: For Rabbitholes) and I don't even dislike rabbitholes. I wanted more rabbitholes in Growing Together and less in this pack.

CULTURE

I'm not SEA but I love broad representation, so I love the new dances, love the squat toilet, the food, the night market, the fish market. I just wish there was more! To be exact 10 more, but I'll detail 3.

MY NUMBER ONE WISH - the Animal Sanctuary - imagine the same shell but when you click on it you have the options for a guided Tiger Tour (the current system more or less, popups and all) and an Elephant Walk where it takes you to a TIMED HIDDEN LOT EVENT (also what happened to hidden lots) with elephants that will walk around with the possibility of being drenched in mud, feed them a banana, wave, etc (nothing too crazy as even in a video game I want to remain ethical... to animals) Also would've been a great opportunity for EA to partner with an ethical animal sanctuary and spread awareness. One animal I would've been content. Two. Three. EA would've blown my mind. Imagine the First Person POV in-game and those Safari Cars driving in the BG.

MY NUMBER TWO WISH - Surfing (child+ in water, toddler+ training)- I'm still awed by how we didn't get surfing with Island Living and now with this golden second opportunity they didn't give it to us once again! It would work like this: an invisible marker (in live mode) that we place in Build/Buy and when we click on the water we'd get the option to practice surfing. Waves won't simulate without the marker, they'd go through the surfing animations depending on skill level, and the marker could even designate where the sim would pop up after they wash out. This could be its own fleshed out thing with surf training in water and on land, playable lifeguard, surf competitions/career, injuries, but I would've taken just surfing.

MY NUMBER THREE WISH - Muay Thai - as an activity (child+) AND apart of a Fighter career. I'll never expect an active Fighter career from EA as that's too many animation cycle possibilities for them for some reason but could've been a great opportunity to give us Boxing 2.0 and become full-time World Class Fighter.

Quick 4-10

4. Boats! Group boats! Tour boats (even as a rabbithole, might as well go all in if you're going to give them to us)

5. River rafting (just more water activities would've been great)

6. Sunken ship hidden lot (deep diving to a hidden lot) / more snorkeling spots (though I understand snorkeling is a draw in for IL)

7. Hiking (I know we've gotten hiking essentially in the last two EPs but this would've been a great EP for it and/or give us a climbing mountain experience like in SE... but green)

8. Harvestables - tea, spices, fruit.

9. A TukTuk Tour (cute to say and if we only got one rabbithole this would've been fun for my tourist sims)

10. Botanical Garden. At the bottom b/c even EA didn't care enough about this. Seriously, no new flowers?

Secret 11. Night Market Worker, would've been nice if the reason a night market stall was empty was because you could come up and work it, sell at it like any other selling table or have it be its own job.

SPEAKING OF SECRETS.

Breaking and Entering to snoop through a Sims things when I can do it through multiple different interaction is cucking me and I don't like that. Just give me burglars. Or update the Klepto trait to not have a cooldown (sure, there are mods for this but EA shouldn't depend on modders to give us something they're teasing)

In that same vein CONSEQUENCES, I don't want my sim to just get into a fight. Arrest them. Send them to jail. Give me some cross pack combability with GTW and let me use that lot for once to report theft and/or give me NPC Cops to fight instead.

And my biggest gripe so far, for a pack that I haven't personally played, are the SECRETS themselves. I hate how much EA infantilizes its players while simultaneously being the same game with a plant that eats people and a murder apartment. The secrets, which are a fun mechanic, just seem so blah. Not only because they also seem random but they're also just... childish. (I get T for Teen, but I feel like most of the player base are adults) Give me SPICY SIM SECRETS: who's having an affair, who's faked their death, who has a literal skeleton in their closet, who's embezzled money, who's proudly the weekend (Also a great mechanic to make their occult states a secret) ! Make the blackmail worth it and make it more than $100 dollars. If a Landgraab has a secret love child out there and I find out they're wiring me 10k a week for life, at least. If I can't have consequences, give me hot tea! Also sure, I could keep their secret but also let me gossip about it to other people and get in a fight because I didn't keep their secret. It's a good game mechanic but it's a wasted opportunity.

MISCELLANEOUS: and this is nitpicking but I would've wanted an animation of the child drawing out the hopscotch and marble circle instead of one you just put down in Build/Buy. Other than that I love having more things for them to do and the collection system for marbles but I want more marbles.

Okay, off to watch Kdramas. I will post regular game screenshots... eventually. I'm prepping for Joy of Life. It's my first real generational challenge (2nd challenge overall, I got to baby 79 in 100 baby before I just stopped)

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#5

Contrary to popular belief, lacrosse IS a real sport 🥍🥍 (at KeyBank Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcJWXDuu4TU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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#3

I truly am the melodic sound of this bird stomping angrily around

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#2

So I had an AMAZING time at the Backstreet Boys concert but I definitely forgot:

A) That the "Boyz 4 Now" episodes of Bob's Burgers are, in fact, a documentary

B) Just how much of their back catalogue lives rent-free in my brain

And, most importantly, C) Just how much of said back catalogue relied on a lot of strategic hat-based choreography

It was a good time, all I'm saying 🎶💥🧢💥🎶

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My #1 post of 2022

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 fields forever, you know

Now I'm going to have this song stuck in my head all day

But I digress!! Here are some random fun facts about me, one strawberry emoji at a time!!

🍓 I can cook, I can bake, but some of my favorite things in the world to make are pasta, soup, and carrot cake.

🍓 When I was younger and suuuuuuuper depressed, I used to go for long drives at night around my hometown when I couldn't sleep, heading up to the airport and out to the country and into the city and back. I still think going for long drives is one of the most soothing things in the world.

🍓 My favorite color is green! Which you would honestly not know from my wardrobe, which is mostly various shades of black and blue and red.

🍓 The only quasi-convincing accent I can put on is a Russian one, and oof, it might be funny, but it is not good.

🍓 When I was a kid I dislocated both my elbows trying to do a cartwheel -- two different cartwheels, two different times, one elbow after the other.

🍓 I hate my job!!! I hate it more than I hate any of the jobs I have had in the past, and I was robbed at gunpoint at one of them!! This job makes me feel crazy and like I am bad at not only what I do for it, but as a person, full stop, and I don't want to do it anymore!! I am in the process of looking for another one and this is probably the least fun fact in the world but I just needed to say this somewhere!!!

🍓 I used to sing! In public! For people! I still sing in my car and when I'm alone but I miss performing like missing a limb. One of the only nice things about current job is that when the museum I work at closes for the day, and if I am the last one in the building to clock out, sometimes I can take a little bit of time before I leave and sing in the empty main space because the acoustics there are excellent.

Which, speaking of, I think I already know the next song I'm going to add to my personal setlist, since you got it stuck in my head...

🎶🎵so let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to....🎵🎶

(leave a 🍓 in my askbox and I will tell you a random fact!)

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[njadastonearm]

Right now, I have a job offer that I need to accept by tomorrow (Job A) and a second interview in two weeks for another job (Job B). I'm leaning towards accepting Job A and then going to the interview for Job B anyways, and then backing out of Job A if I get an offer for Job B (or any other job, actually).

Pros and cons of each:

Affordability: Rent is similar in both cities -- I could get a 2-bedroom apartment or house in either place for between $1k-1.5k per month, but the apartments/houses around Job B look marginally nicer.

Transit: Both towns have a bus system, but the bus system at Job B is more convenient -- it's very much a University Town, so all busses go to the general vicinity of the job no matter what neighborhood I live in.

Safety: Job B is safer, hands down -- Job A is in a city with a high crime rate (both property and violent crime rates are well above national averages).

Climate: Job A is hotter but drier, while Job B is in an area that regularly gets snow (without being south enough within the state that the snow isn't too bad most of the time).

Politics: Job A is a purple town in a fairly blue state (albeit currently with a notoriously bad congressional rep). Job B is a blue town in a deep red state. Job A might win this round.

Culture: Job A is in a town with some history, but most of the stuff "to do" is outdoorsy stuff or would be a drive out of the city (not great -- I don't have a car, and even if I did, vehicle theft there is rampant). Job B is near a major city and when my cousin lived there she found there was a surprising amount of stuff to do.

Familiarity: I've been to the town Job B is in and liked it! I've never been to the city Job A is in, but I've gotten mixed reviews from family (one uncle said "it's fine," one cousin said "ew").

Pay: Job A pays about $2500 more per year than Job B. Not life changing money but not nothing, either.

Team: Both teams seemed good, but during my (first) interviews I think I clicked a little better with the team at Job B.

Job itself: The duties are similar but Job A is a little less traditional -- I'd be working with 95% adult learners vs. 95% traditional college students at Job B. Possibly more challenging at Job A, but not sure if that's a pro or con for either one.

Prestige: Not that important in my job type, but Job B is a better-regarded school overall and if I decided to leave in a few years it would probably look better on my resume.

For a while I thought it would be a coin flip between them, but now I think if I had a choice between them, I'd take Job B, hands down. I think I'd feel more secure turning down Job A if I had another offer in hand (from Job B or elsewhere) or if I were currently employed, even if I were just working retail, but I don't know if I can risk it if I don't have another job offer waiting -- after all, it's possible I won't get Job B or any of the others I've interviewed for.

[molsons112000]

So again, Oklahoma City bombing, how did he have a license to get the Van? Or was it a small truck to put the fertilizer in to blow up? And then all the car bombings. They got a license to get the car and then let's see the terrorist in London. They got a license to get the car to run over people. So how are these people allowed to have vehicles? .. If the people selling the cars can't do what we do in financial services, making sure that the people are not criminals and drilling down.Then we need to take away all the cars and just go to public transportation bicycles and walking... So I don't know how the ship bags that I see driving around even have a f****** car.I mean, it's ridiculous.All these people, killing people with cars and blowing things up like oh yeah, the world trade center, they rent it.What avan and blew up in the parking garage... So if people selling cars don't have high criteria for who's buying their fucking vehicles then we need to get rid of all car manufacturing... Either the auto industry is into solving the fucking problem of people using their vehicles as weapons of terror are we get rid of the industry but something has to get...

Like Saudi Arabia, originally they ban women from driving. So women should understand this. They were banned from driving and they were least likely to do the terrorist act. So Hey, getting the bad guys out of driving. Because now all the women are buying cars. Losing the scumbags, it's a good thing like scumbag. You make me use a horn burn in hell.

We need to start taking away the privilege and never give it back...

Do you know I can give you from prostitution to buying drugs?They put a lot of white people in jail that went into minority neighborhoods.They profiled them.They saw a white guy in the minority neighborhood.They pulled them over and they busted them for either buying drugs or lets see prostituition... No a black guy got profile as well.Eddie Murphy, how do you think they pulled him over?He was in a neighborhood known for known prostitutes, and he was driving around in a luxury car and they're like.Why is this luxury car in this neighborhood?That is known for prostitution... So the cops Hold over the car Because they were profiling....

So I can give you all these times like me at the airport.I paid cash for a ticket.They said I met a profile and they walk me to the game and stood with me... I don't get minorities White people to be profiled all the time.But when you do it's a bad thing fuck you....

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According to Statista, there were 44,086 robberies involving a handgun in the United States in 2022. The FBI's Uniform Crime Reporting (UCR) Program defines robbery as taking or attempting to take something of value from someone by force, threat of force, or violence, or by putting the victim in fear. 



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In 2022, the District of Columbia had the highest robbery rate in the United States, with 357.5 robberies per 100,000 people, while Wyoming had the lowest, with 7.9 robberies per 100,000 people. Other states with high robbery rates include Maryland, California, New Mexico, Nevada, Alaska, Illinois, and Tennessee. 

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In 2022, there were 2,431 bank robberies in the United States, according to Statista. California had the most bank robberies in 2022, with 172, followed by Colorado with 155. 



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Robbery: number by location U.S. 2022 - Statista

Feb 13, 2024 — Characteristic, Restaurant, Hotel/Motel/Etc., Park/Playground, Bank/Savings and Loan, Number of robberies, 3,818, 3,068, 2,646, 2,431,



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Bank robberies are often considered low-risk crimes because bank employees are trained to comply with a robber's demands. However, 80% of the stolen money is never recovered. Banks have increased their defenses against bank robberies, making it more difficult for robbers to get away. 

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So what is the department of motor vehicles doing around the united states working with the auto industry to prevent these people from ever driving again.... Because to do these criminal offenses they have to have a vehicle... So somebody's gotta be the driver....

So how are they getting these vehicles and like uhauls...

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So for the oklahoma city bombing and used a rented rider truck....

On the morning of April 19, 1995, an ex-Army soldier and security guard named Timothy McVeigh parked a rented Ryder truck in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City.



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So i'm wondering how these people are able to get these vehicles to perpetrate these crimes.... Isn't U-haul and writer truck in all these rental operations? Making sure they're doing their due diligence. And car dealers are making sure they're doing their diligence before. They sell a car or rent a car to individuals. And isn't the department of motor vehicles supposed to be doing their job and screening people highly related to being able to drive a car...

So why are all these excriminals able to purchase vehicles?????

The boys in the hood the drive by shootings they're getting vehicle....

How are all these bad people Vehicles to commit all these crimes.....

[rin-the-cat]

Financial rant incoming

So the electricity payment was over due and I was trying to wait until tomarrow when husband gets payed but the power went out and I assumed it was because we were behind. I called the power company and they said there were wide spread outages, I assume because of the storm the other day. I payed our bill with the only credit card that had any credit avaliable including paying a $60 reconnection fee and the power came back on almost immediately. But then it went out again about 30 min later. So I thought maybe the card was declined even though it seemed to go through at first. I called the electric company again and it is still saying we just owe next months bill and I opened the statement for the credit card and confirmed there was enough credit avaliable so I called and reported it as an outage... The timing seems weird though, I guess they could have had to shut off or power or could have accidentally knocked it out while working on the other outages but what are the odds of that happening the same day they cut off our electricity for non-payment? If it is still a matter of it taking time to get it reconnected after they disconnected it then why did it could back on it the first place?

I'm so looking forward to next month when:

I will be back to work and even though I'm only going to be working two days a week it's over a thousand dollars a month

We will no longer be paying 600+ a month for B's school (he is in the 3k but it isn't government funded so it operates like daycare, he really needed the socialization so 🤷)

Oldest brother is getting the paperwork finished to separate the house from the trust and buy it. He is going to pay us our portion in free rent for 3 years (if we want to move out before that he'll pay us the rest of what he owes us. It comes down to the equivalent of just over 800 a month in rent and you can't even rent a one bedroom for that.) So once the paperwork goes through we won't have to pay rent anymore.

We need to sell the Traverse. I wanted to just sell it back to the dealership but they wouldn't buy it because there is a recall on it with no fix (its something to do with the airbag and the airbag company and the car company are arguing about who's fault it is.) I'm tempted to keep it around just for trips because I don't know how we are going to manage the drive to Missouri with two kids, two dogs, two cats, and all our stuff in the equnox. We l might have to board the dogs but that costs $$$ and since they don't do boarding at the clinic anymore I can no longer board them for free plus it's nice to take them down there because the in-laws have a fenced in yard and we can let the dogs run loose. Are yard is so big there's no way you could fence the whole thing. I thought about doing an invisible fence but I'm pretty sure Tink would just blast through it so fast she wouldn't even notice the shock. But she is starting to calm down a little (i mean, she is 10) so maybe we could get away with it now...

[annieintheaair]

There's a million chances for mistakes, that we both can't promise not to make. There's a million doubts that you might have, but is a spark enough to not hold back?

We can spend so much time making all of the plans but the truth is, the only plan is God's plan.

I was going to go to church at 5pm tonight, as we had planned, but then switched to the 3:30pm service and then eventually settled on the 2pm service. My new therapist, Jose, had told me to invite Todd to church tonight, despite everything, and see if he would show up. Not only was I 99.9% sure that he wouldn't show up for the 5pm service but I also didn't care if he showed up or not. Of course, it's not that I don't want people going to church but I didn't care about him being there for me anymore. I went to the 2pm service because I wanted to be there.

I honestly debated all morning if I was going to go at all and eventually realized that I needed to go because the experience on TV just isn't the same. I hated the drive because it's so long but when I finally got close to church, I felt a lot of relief and was happy when I finally got out of my car and walked into church.

Listening to Pastor John talk today, I knew for sure that God encouraged me to go for a reason. He knew I needed to be there. Pastor John talked about the questions we have, like why do bad things happen to good people and why does God allow suffering? He talked about sin and forgiveness and all of it just made me cry but I had to contain myself because I didn't have any tissues with me. It was the perfect message for me to hear. I wish Todd could have been there to hear it, too.

After church, I ran into a few of my friends that I serve with at Students and it was so good to see them and it felt nice to be hugged. I was relieved that no one asked me where Todd was because I wouldn't have wanted to talk about it anyway.

When I left church, I went to check out a house for rent. I didn't know when I inquired about it but it was around the corner from the house that was for sale that Todd and I looked at a few months ago and said was our dream house. The floorplan of the house looked almost identical to the one we had seen and when I left the neighborhood, I passed the house we loved.

My long drive home felt like a trip down memory lane, not of the bad memories but some of the best ones. Seeing the house and driving around that area made me think about the future that we had envisioned for ourselves and the goals that we had together. I drove out towards Denton and recognized some roads we had driven on early in our relationship.

I made a detour to stop for brisket tacos at Marty B's. I debated eating there alone or ordering and grabbing a drink at the bar while I waited but instead, I ordered my food, waited for it, and then left. I haven't been in the mood to drink alcohol all week (my last drink was at the nail salon before our fight). I stopped at the coffee shop, too, and picked up an energy drink for the rest of my ride home.

About 30 minutes from my house, I approached the outlet mall where we had gone just two weeks ago. I passed Buc-ee's where we stopped for candy, and the restaurant where we had lunch. I thought about how we had gone to the movies and we wanted to spend more time together so he stayed another night even though it was a Sunday night and he had to work the next morning.

Years ago, I remember hearing something about parallel universes (multiverses). The Many-Worlds Theory basically says that for every possible outcome, another universe is formed. For all of the decisions that we make, we could have made a different choice. In some other universe, Todd and I had a happy ending, just like in another universe, Dan never died.

As I drove (I drove at least 200 miles today so I had a lot of time to think), I thought more about the church service and I was listening to some songs that pulled at my heartstrings. Just like the questions that Pastor John mentioned in church, I wondered why we hurt each other. I heard once, "Hurt people, hurt people." Aren't we all hurting in some way or another? Why do we hurt each other? Isn't there enough hurt and pain in this world that's beyond our control? Why do we have to add additional hurt?

I thought about this week and this weekend in particular, how I had it all planned out and it turned out to look nothing like what had been planned. It felt like it was going to be a great weekend and there were so many things in the coming weeks and months that we (or maybe just I) were looking forward to. I know I need to trust God's plan but it's hard when I'm really hurting. I just wonder sometimes why I have to hurt so much and when and if the hurt will ever end.

In some ways, I wish I could rewind time to last week before everything fell apart so that I could make other choices and keep all of the future plans that we had. Even if I could rewind time though, if this was God's plan, then this all would have happened anyway and there is nothing I could have done or said to change any of that.

I do wish that we could have talked before it went so far to end with so much hurt. I truly believe that it would have all turned out a lot differently if instead of going silent in the car on the way back to his apartment he had chosen to talk to me. I fell for him in the first place because of his long messages and it seemed like he was great at communicating in the beginning, only to later realize that he would shut me out whenever he was mad about something. In the end, all I wanted was to meet up and talk in person and end on better terms if that was the inevitable.

Thinking about Jesus, who loves us no matter what, forgives us no matter what we've done, and never leaves us, I just wish that people could do the same. I feel like I was able to forgive Todd for the things he did to me to hurt me, including three weeks ago when I slept at my old neighbor's house because he wouldn't let me inside his apartment and his mom told me to sleep in my car or drive an hour home drunk. I even tried to forgive his mom and thought I'd manage to have brunch tomorrow even though I was still hurt and upset about it since she wasn't even sorry for suggesting those things to me.

The Bible teaches us to forgive others in order to be forgiven by God for our own wrongdoings. I know I try my best to follow Jesus but sometimes fall short. I think that's part of being human. We are not perfect people. I wish Todd could have forgiven me for the things that I did that unintentionally hurt him. I don't know if his intent was to hurt me or if he was hurting me because he was hurt. I know that my actions last weekend came from a place of hurt and it all spiraled into so much more hurt. What hurts the most is knowing that the person I loved felt the need to hurt me back, to shatter my heart into a million pieces. At what point do we learn to stop hurting each other?

I know I'll never be able to change the past and God's plan is always so much better than my own but I just can't stop feeling so awful about my own mistakes and Todd's lack of forgiveness and willingness to try to fix things. I really do want to be with someone who means it when they say they love me and who will do anything and everything to make it work. Now, I just wonder, when will I start to feel better about all of this even without his forgiveness?

xoxo

Annie

[eakdoeseurope]

Alright, it's time to talk about the Day of Driving and Other Mistakes.

On Friday evening, I headed to the Montpellier airport to pick up my rental car. (I wanted to get an early start on Saturday, and car rental places here do not open early, especially on weekends.) They gave me a shiny new Peugeot with a 6-speed manual transmission that I could not figure out how to shift into reverse, but thankfully I didn't have to back up, even when I panicked halfway through a bizarre intersection and thought it was a traffic circle and did something crazy. Anyway, I parked it in a garage near my hotel, looked up how to shift into reverse, and went to bed.

Saturday, I set out nice and early, around 7:30am. I said goodbye to the extremely noisy pigeons who lived in the courtyard outside my hotel window.

Then the drive began. After an hour, I reached Avignon, a city surrounded by a huge wall.

Avignon is home to the Palais de Papes (palace of the popes), a massive 14th-century castle(?) (what counts as a castle? I feel like it counts as a castle) where popes used to... live? Hang out? I don't know. I walked around using the "histopad" they gave out, which was an iPad with an AR program installed that showed you what the rooms looked like in the 14th century. Clearly I did not pay that much attention to the text.

The other famous thing in Avignon is the Pont d'Avignon, a bridge that is no longer a bridge because half of it collapsed, so now it's useful only if you want to get to the middle of the Rhone. There's some kind of tradition about dancing on it? Once again, you can tell I didn't exactly do a ton of research here.

Leaving Avignon was where the trouble began. The turn from the parking lot exit onto the main road was pretty sharp, and I guess I took it a little TOO sharp because I heard a horrible scraping noise and when I looked in the side view mirror, I saw there was a low slate wall jutting out from the corner that I had apparently encountered with the car.

I then spent the 45 minute drive to Gordes in a state of oscillation between "oh my god there's going to be a big scratch" and "it probably won't be that bad, maybe it was just the hubcap?" When I parked by the Gordes viewpoint and finally had a chance to see what I'd done, it was unfortunately worse than I'd imagined. There was a really unpleasant gouge running along the bottom of the driver's side.

Now, I rented the car with my Costco credit card, which theoretically has full damage coverage on international rentals. But a) rental car companies are the absolute worst, b) especially when you don't speak the same language as the people at the branch where you dropped off the car, and c) credit card companies are also not exactly great, especially when it comes to getting them to pay for things. So I have no idea how much of a nightmare this whole thing is going to be.

Anyway, here's Gordes.

When I got to the town proper, I managed to squeeze into a spot in a parking lot. I walked around a little bit and had a nice lunch on a restaurant patio by the center of town. A lot of restaurants in Europe have prix fixe lunch specials, which is a nice way to treat yourself. (I'll post about the food separately.)

Then it was time to get back on the road. Southern France is full of wild poppies, and they're really striking, especially when they grow in fields and form huge swaths of bright red.

Anyway, my next stop was Roussillon, 15 minutes down the road from Gordes, and this is where my nerves really started fraying. The "highways" are absurdly narrow, and at certain points when there were vehicles coming in the other direction I was certain I was going to wind up in a ditch. Then I got to Roussillon, where my GPS directed me down a variety of streets that were barely wide enough to fit my car, and it was unclear if they were one-way and, if so, whether I was going in the right direction. It was also extremely crowded and people were standing everywhere. I was pretty much emitting a continuous stream of "fuckfuckfuckfuck" the entire time I was navigating through the town, until I finally reached the parking lot, which was of course full. (Ideally I would have done this drive on a weekday rather than a Saturday, but this is how my schedule worked out.) I waited around until someone left, took their spot, and once again marveled at the damage I'd done to the car.

Roussillon is known for the ochre quarries on which the town sits. Ochre was used as a red pigment, and the town has lots of shops selling jars of natural pigments, as well as a lot of artists. I would have very much enjoyed my visit if not for how horrifically stressful it was getting there.

From Roussillon I headed to Aix-en-Provence, an actual city with actual streets meant for actual cars. Parking was also a little dicey, but I managed. I went to the Musee Granet, starting with their Jean Planque collection of modern art, which is housed in an old church building. The collection includes a bunch of Picasso paintings, a couple of lackluster Monets, and a single Van Gogh. (There are essentially no Van Gogh paintings in Southern France, despite him living there for his most productive years.)

The past few times I've gotten to see a Van Gogh painting in person, I've been caught off-guard by how emotional it's made me. It feels a little silly to be tearing up over a painting of a vase of flowers, but I guess that's better than being dead inside?

After that I went to the Musee Granet proper, where I got to see some Cezanne paintings, and a special exhibit on David Hockney. (I'll post art separately.) Then I walked along the Cours Mirabeau, which is like a less swanky Champs d'Elysee, and had some chestnut-flavored ice cream, which was very good.

I returned the car at the Aix-en-Provence train station. It was an after-hours return (they closed at 6pm because France) so I did not have/get to explain to anyone what I had done to the car. I took the train to Marseille, got a sad ham and butter sandwich from a Carrefour express, and collapsed in my hotel room.

And that was my day of travel through the Provencal countryside. Would I recommend it? In the off season, maybe. I can't even imagine what it would be like in July or August. I am glad I will not be getting behind the wheel of a car again until I'm back in central Illinois, where the streets are designed for giant SUVs and there are no slate walls waiting to gouge the shit out of my car.

[jace-hero]

Looking Back on 2022

1:What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before? I started working at a theater in Hollywood, that's pretty fun. I bought a new car for the first time. Saw a Broadway quality show in a real big theater. I'm sure I did more that I can't remember right now.

2:Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don't believe I did, and I don't think I will this year either. I never keep them.

3:Did anyone close to you give birth? My brother! I'm an uncle for the first time!

4:Did anyone close to you die? My dog, Sadie. Still makes me sad :(

5:What countries did you visit? Ain't nobody got the time or the money.

6:What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022? TIME AND MONEY.

7:What dates from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? May 12th. Was a fun day driving my new car around LA.

8:What was your biggest achievement of the year? Buying my car and not having a mental breakdown.

9:What was your biggest failure? Not putting myself first and being able to build for my future.

10:Did you suffer illness or injury? Covid for a 2nd time. Wasn't as bad this time, just annoying.

11:What was the best thing you bought? Broken record, but my car.

12:Whose behavior merited celebration? Idk, mine? Good for me.

13:Whose behavior made you appalled? Putin, Amber Heard, and my bosses.

14:Where did most of your money go? Surviving. Food, rent, car, bills.

15:What did you get really, really, really excited about? Quitting my job. I didn't quit though.

16:What song will always remind you of 2022? That awful "Unholy" song.

17:Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? ( c) richer or poorer? Happier? Fatter. Poorer.

18:What do you wish you’d done more of? Travelled. I want to travel so bad.

19:What do you wish you’d done less of? Eat and work. It's all I seem to do.

20:How did you spend Christmas? With my besties watching movies.

21:Did you fall in love in 2022? Nah.

22:What was your favorite TV program? So many good ones. House of the Dragon, Stranger Things, Peacemaker, Wednesday, and Search Party.

23:Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Elon Musk?

24:What was the best book you read? Didn't read anything this year. I should remove this question next year lol.

25:What was your greatest musical discovery? Purity Ring.

26:What did you want and get? My car.

27:What did you want and not get? To travel. WrestleMania tickets. Disneyland tickets. A PS5.

28:What was your favorite film of this year? The Batman. Hands down. Absolutely amazing. Matt Reeves got it so right. A perfect Batman film. Shout out to Bullet Train and Halloween Ends.

29:What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? My car. Theme of the year tbh.

30:How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022? Scrubs and whatever wasn't dirty on my days off. Also my one single Armani shirt for when I needed to be fancy.

31:What kept you sane? My friends. As much as they also drove me absolutely nuts.

32:Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Always Justin, but Shawn Mendes and Ross Lynch were lookin mighty fine this year.

33:What political issue stirred you the most? I don't know man, I'm exhausted. All of them. I'm so sick of politics.

34:Who did you miss? My grandma, my friends, my dogs.

35:Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022: Value yourself. Prioritize yourself. No one else is going to put you first. YOU put you first.

36:Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. "Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all my doors, it's the only way to live.. in cars." - Gary Numan (Cars)

[20dollarlolita]

Shoe repair: Regluing soles.

So, when I was out and about, dressed all cute, my Bodyline shoes did to me what my Bodyline shoes have done to me many times before.

By the end of my trip to the quality retail establishment known as Five Below, the platform and sole of my Mary Jane pump had detached itself.

As I've mentioned before, it's generally not a bad idea to have some tape in your purse when you're working with Bodyline shoes. Almost every pair of Bodyline shoes that I've owned has broken on me in some way, and sometimes you need to tape it back together to get home. I was driving myself this time, and I keep backup shoes in my car because of a longstanding ankle problem, so my day wasn't completely ruined.

if you have to tape your pump to your foot so you can get through the day, I find that putting a few loops of tape around the middle works pretty well, Tape all the way over your foot and all the way under the shoe. This allows the tape to actually support the shoe, instead of trying to peel off, and it's relatively subtle if you have to do it, like I had to at the convention earlier this year.

Anyway, Bodyline's shoes are just not meant for northern California in the summer, and I think the glue just melts, so I actually had two pairs I needed to glue back together. There's part of me that actually looks forward to needing to do this, because I know that my glue job won't fall apart, and my shoes will be better in the end. I did a tutorial on regluing shoes back in 2015, so it's time to redo that tutorial.

Let's take a look at what we need to do this:

One, we need a place to work that will be safe if little bits of glue get on it. If we do this right, we will not drip glue everywhere. However, if we do this right, we also will not be somewhere that a little drop of glue will destroy.

Two, you need clamps and clamping material. I'm going to be honest, getting some good quick-release clamps and keeping them with your sewing/crafting/diy supplies will be a game changer in many aspects of what you do.

Pretty much any clamp that you get will be good for something, but here's my favorites:

Rabbit-ear spring clamps. The smaller sizes are really good to have around because you sometimes just need A Thing to hold A Thing nice and tight. I used one of the really big ones to hold the sole of the black shoe's rubber sole onto the back. The clamping surface swivels so they're good for clamping angled things.

These things are like a traditional c-clamp, but with a quick-slide action that makes them way easier and faster to use than a c-clamp. I have like 20 of these with my weaving supplies because it's way better than a warping peg or a table clamp. These have a swivel clamping surface, so they can do angles okay. The end of the clamp that swivels also adjusts in and out, so you can use that to put clamping force over a edge of a shoe and avoid bending the edges too much. You can also use that screw mechanism to really tightly clamp something.

You can take the end off one of these and put it on the other end, and then it's a reverse clamp used to hold things apart. I like these little 4" ones for a lot of applications. You can also get a really tight clamp/strong spread with these because of the ratcheting handle. In this tutorial, I use one of these, but I'm using the 14" version instead of the 4" version. This is because I don't know how to read when I buy things online.

And I'm throwing this 99 cent spring clamp in here because I use these in sewing all the time. Any time you need to get some fabric together and out of the way, this is your tool. Also, if you have rented costumes that are larger than your actor, you can clamp the extra fabric in the back to make it look like it fits them (and then clamp it in the front for any shots of them from behind). I keep these on my dress form as well, because I'm a slightly different size than my dress form, and clamping the back edge of the garment sometimes makes it photograph better on the form.

So get yourself some clamps. In addition to those clamps, I used bungee cords and a lot of stained towels/discarded shipping envelopes to stuff the insides of the shoe. Don't need to make new trash if you reuse the trash you have.

Let's talk about glue, really fast. In that picture, we have four kinds of glue.

Shoe Goo: This is the one I used in this tutorial. Shoe Goo is a glue made specifically for shoes. It's a little bit flexible when dry, is water proof, and can withstand higher temps intermittently. This means that it won't melt when you leave your shoes in your car on a summer day.

E-6000: E-6000 will glue most things to most other things. It comes in a few colors and dries flexible. I keep it on hand, and I have fixed shoes with it before. I like the Goo a little better for this specific application, but I use E6000 on small things like broken buckles. I think I fixed the left shoe of this black pair with E6000, because the store I was at didn't carry Shoe Goo.

Fix All Adhesive: I've used this one in a pinch before. You can find it in more places. It also does something that the other two glues can't do, which I'll go into in a minute.

Glossy Accents: Glossy Accents should not be out there. Glossy Accents is not ready for shoe repair. Glossy Accents does not know what it's doing out there with all those strong glues. Glossy Accents should go back home. Do not use Glossy Accents on your shoe repairs.

Please note that, with the exception of the accidental inclusion of Glossy Accents, all of these are called solvent glues. A water-based glue has water in it, and the glue will dry as fast as water evaporates. If you want it to dry faster, you can replace the water with a solvent like acetone, which will dry as fast as acetone evaporates, which is much faster. If you expose a dried water-based glue to water, it could dissolve back into the glue, making the join weak. A solvent-based glue won't dissolve in water, but you also can't use water to clean it up. Read the instructions on your glue. It will tell you, "when wet, clean up with x." Find out what X is and then have that on hand. Hopefully, you won't need it. Also, most solvent glues are flammable, so don't smoke or burn candles while you do that. The lighter in that picture up there, much like Glossy Accents, has no place in that image and should just go home.

My white rocking horse shoe is a really good example of an easy shoe to re-glue. The front is still attached, but the back is free. Because the front it attached, it will keep the back in alignment. You don't need to worry about lining it up as much, because the shoe will line it up for you.

This is also nice because there's not really any dirt or grass in there. If your shoe broke and you had to walk home with your sole missing, you might have dirt to clean out before you do this glue.

What we do here is pretty simple: put a lot of glue in there, spread it around, put the two sides, together, clamp, and come back later.

How much glue? You want enough so that there's not a lot of empty air pockets between the two sides of the shoe. You want it to be shoe to glue to shoe, without air between. However, you don't want so much that a ton runs out of the sides of the shoes and you need to do cleanup.

I did a nice fat bead of glue down the sole, squished it together, and then pulled it apart. From that point, I could spread the glue around and get good coverage. You want glue on both parts to be glued.

Then, apply some force onto the shoe, to really get the two glue surfaces touching each other as much as possible. I like to just put the shoe on my foot and stand on it for a few seconds.

Once I've put some pressure onto it, I check for two things. The first is for any glue squeeze-out. Acetone cleans that up, but it can also dissolve some of the finishes on some shoes, so be careful with throwing it on there.

The second thing I look for is any areas where the sole and the shoe are not properly joining. You can see in that three-part pic up there that the back of the shoe wasn't totally meeting the sole, so I had to make sure that I had glue all the way back there.

Then it was time to stuff the shoe with something (I used a stained towel) and apply clamps to it. We stuff the shoe so that the clamp can't bend the edges of the shoe down and break them. Here I have one large clamp to provide most of the clamping force, and then a bungee cord to make sure that very back part stays stuck to the sole properly.

Once I was confident that everything was making contact, and that any excess glue was cleaned up, I could set the shoe aside and allow the glue to cure.

So what's going on with the Fix All glue? The main different thing about the fix-all glue is that they instruct you to apply it to both sides, let it dry, and then bring the sides together. This makes two changes to doing it with Shoe Goo.

First of all, when you use glue that dries first, you only get a single chance to align the two parts. This means it's a good choice for things that are very easy to align (like this shoe where the front half is still attached) and not very good for things that might take a couple of tries (like my black pump with the whole platform detached).

The second thing is that it grabs hold immediately, making it a good option for things that are difficult to effectively clamp. You will still want to clamp it in place until it dries, but it will do a lot of that initial holding for you.

Know that one kind of glue will give you multiple tries, but must be heavily clamped while it dries, and another kind will only give you one shot, but it'll do some of the holding for you. (If you really need that sudden grab and long hold, and you're applying it to a large heavy-wear area like the entire sole of a shoe, you probably want Barge All-Purpose TF Cement. It's a dangerous product to work with, but exposing yourself multiple times to different slightly-less dangerous products to glue and then reglue and reglue a shoe as it keeps falling apart seems like a not better option IMO).

So a glue that has you let both sides dry first can be really great if you have just the tip of the rubber sole starting to peel back. The other advantage is that, if the glue dries before it sticks, it dries faster than if you have glue trapped between two non-porous surfaces. Because of this, I use Fix-All when I'm just gluing the soft rubber coating on the sole back into place.

On the black shoes, I needed a few tries to be able to get the platform aligned with the upper. The platform had completely detached, so I had to make sure it was in proper alignment. The right shoe is also where my bad ankle is, so I had to make sure the shoe wasn't twisted, so that my ankle wouldn't be under additional stress.

Here's how much glue I used, before it was spread around. I moved it around to make sure there weren't big patches with no glue. Good contact is good bond.

And here's how I clamped it. I shoved a bubble mailer (waste not; reuse your trash!) into the toe of the shoe, and the wrapped a bungee cord around that to hold on the platform. Then, I used a rabbit-ear clamp to hold the instep together.

And then it's just about giving it 24 hours to mostly cure. After 24 hours, it's a good idea to remove the clamps, so you don't put stress on the walls of the shoe. However, give it a full 48 before you try to wear the shoes, because there's still some final curing that has to happen before the whole thing is ready to be put under stress.

And now you can go out and about, knowing that your shoes are stronger than before, and that you won't need to fix that shoe again.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim x Reader

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Chapter 14

The fallout with her parents leads Jim and Y/n to take a huge step in their relationship Warnings- Angst.

Late December After she'd dropped her parents off at the airport, the only thing Y/n could even fathom doing was flopping into bed, and crying. Things had been mindbogglingly tense since Christmas and her mother had brashly cut the rest of the trip short, deciding that they'd leave the day after Boxing Day and not a couple days after New Year's, as originally planned. Worst yet, Natalie had completely stopped speaking to her, with the exception of a string of uttered, venomous words while they hugged stiffly at the airport;

"I love you but if you're gonna go through with this then maybe its best if we have nothing to do with each other."

Natalie's words had siphoned the air right out of Y/n's lungs and completely shaken by them, the drive back to Jim's place was done solely on muscle memory, though, by the time she stepped through the front door, dropping Jim's car keys and her key to his apartment in the designated bowl, she was barely holding it together. 

Clenching her jaw as she pressed forward, Y/n bit back her sobs, hoping to at least get to the bedroom before completely breaking down and probably worrying Jim, who was standing in the kitchen, in the process of putting away some dishes. "Hey," he lifted his head upon hearing her come in, setting the coffee pot down on the counter next to his much, "How'd it- what's wrong?" Noting her expression, Jim frowned deeply and moved around the counter to approach Y/n. 

Her lips were trembling and her eyes were brimmed with glassy moisture by the time Jim was close enough to take her into his arms, and from the minute she was enclosed in his embrace, she let a hitched sob slip. "She's never gonna speak to me again."

Soothingly, Jim rubbed up and down her back, "Whatever she said I'm sure she didn't mean it," he reasoned, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. 

"She said we shouldn't have anything to do with each other," Y/n cried, clinging to him tightly, "You don't know her like I do," she sniffed, pulling away as she hastily swiped at her  blotchy, tear stained cheeks, "When she says something, she means it." Unceremoniously, she sank to the sofa, and seconds later, Jim was resigning to the spot next to her, palm once more falling to her back, "This whole thing is such a mess."

For a moment, Jim was silent, though, it wasn't long before he chimed in hesitantly, "If you're having second thoughts-"

"I'm not," Y/n quickly turned her head to regard him with red rimmed, teary eyes, “I want this,” absently, her hand found the very subtle swell of her stomach, hidden by the thick layers meant to break the winter chill, “I just wish she’d be okay with it- or at least just talk to me,” Y/n sniffed, and then, just as Jim attempted to comfort her again, the muffled chime of her phone interrupted them. 

With a sniffle and an exhaled breath, Y/n shuffled her phone out of her long, burgundy coat and pressed gently on the bottom of the screen to illuminate it so she could unlock the device and read the text message. Upon noting that it was from her landlord, who rarely called or texted, she frowned, quickly opening it up only to have another weight piled onto her shoulders, “Oh my God,” she gasped, blinking quickly as fresh tears joined drying ones, “They’re not gonna pay my rent anymore. I have thirty days to move.” 

“Jesus,” Jim hissed sympathetically, before springing to action, “It’s gonna be okay. You can come here, if you want to. And if you don’t then…then I’ll get you somewhere-”

“Jim,” Y/n sighed tearily, heartened by his gesture- but it was just too much, with the money he was still contributing towards his kids, the medical expenses that he'd insisted on covering on his own and everything that he’d have to spend on their baby, she couldn’t let him taken on another financial obligation, and she didn’t want them to be forced into living together if that wasn’t something he wanted. “I can’t let you do that, its too much.”

“Then live here, with me,” he urged, taking her hand in one of his while using the other to dry her face, “You’re sure about us?” She nodded astutely, “And I’m sure about us. We’re already living together, sort of, this obviously isn’t the way I wanted it to happen," she too had imagined that if they ever did move in together, it would be more....joyous. "But why don’t we just make it official.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this. I can find somewhere if you’re not ready,” Y/n reasoned. Even if she did adore the idea of living with Jim, she wanted it to be a decision stemming from an idea of a shared future- though, she supposed their futures were already entangled considering they’d be raising a child together. 

“Believe me,” Jim smiled sadly, meeting her bleary gaze, “I know you can find somewhere on your own, you are intelligent and independent, and you don’t need me to do that- or anything else-for you,” he leaned in pressing their foreheads together, “But when I tell you I’m ready for this, its the entire truth, so if you’re ready too, then why not?” 

Smiling mournfully through her tears, Y/n’s hands encircled Jim's wrists as he cupped her tear-soaked cheeks,  “Okay,” she pursed her lips, stealing a quick kiss off his lips, “I’m ready too,” she admitted. She was still incomparably upset, and it would be a long time before she felt completely alright again but at least right then, with Jim, she didn’t feel like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, maybe her world wasn’t falling apart after all, it was just changing and she’d have to start trying to keep up. 

Mid January They’d finally brought the last of Y/n’s things up from Jim’s car. Because her apartment had been a furnished studio, the bulk of her belongings had been clothes, kitchenware, smaller appliances, linens and books, all of which they could have brought over in two trips with his car, granted both the backseat and the trunk had been completely packed with filled boxes. His kids had volunteered their weekend to help, and thanks to their offer, by Sunday evening all of the boxes had been brought up to his apartment. 

That did not mean they’d been unpacked though. 

They’d started with her clothes first, Jim had already cleared out half his wardrobe and dresser for her, so the real work that evening had been emptying the boxes and putting things away. He’d been pleased to walk in on Alannah helping her hang things in the closet as they joked around about what she could and couldn’t borrow-Jim was thrilled that they seemed to be getting closer, and both his kids, after the initial shock had worn off, had welcomed the idea of another sibling. Of course, there had been subtly expressed reservations; would the new baby take his attention away? Would he love that child more because he was happy with Y/n? How different would things be after the baby arrived? After they’d been remedied through, they both quickly became acquainted with the idea; Ben was excited to no longer be the youngest while Alannah had started hoping for a little sister.

“You two almost done in here?” Jim entered the bedroom, glancing around at the disarray; half unpacked boxes littered around the floor, a small mountain of fabric and plastic hangers piled onto the bed and another set of untouched boxes, labeled ‘towels’, ‘shoes’ and ‘make-up’. 

Laughing softly, Y/n shook her head as she slipped the spaghetti straps of a pink dress onto a hanger while Alannah examined a white, bohemian blouse with cuffed sleeves and a simple design on the front, “I don’t even think we’re close. I didn’t realize I had so much stuff!” She huffed, gathering a collection of about three or four articles of clothing, already fitted to clear, plastic hangers before walking over to the closet. 

Jim hummed approaching her as she shifted some things around in the closet, snaking his arms around her so he could lay his large palms flat on her stomach and press her back to his chest, “I could have told you that, sweetheart,” he teased. 

Scoffing, Y/n gently tapped his forearm, but didn’t make any moves to shuffle out of his embrace, instead reveling in the security of his embrace, the soothing, steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back and the warmth of his hands permeating the fabric of her sweater. “I actually just came to find out if you wanted all your books in here or in the living room.” Though he’d asked, after quickly glancing around the room when they’d turned, he’d realized that there may not have been much space for them anyway, unless  they stayed in boxes, 

“I don’t think there’s enough room in here,” Y/n vocalized Jim’s thoughts as she regarded him. “They can probably stay in the- oh,” he caught her curious expression when she knitted her brows, “What’s that doing in here?” Before Jim could ask what she’d met, Y/n vacated his embrace and trotted over to a medium sized box labeled; ‘kitchen’. 

Without hesitation she lifted it off another box, that one filled with bed sheets, and immediately after she did, Jim rushed over to her, practically snatching it away, “Maybe not this one,” he explained, testing the box’s weight and then frowning; it wasn’t heavy, at least not for him, but he refused to left Y/n carry anything that seemed heavy enough to require effort, always adamantly reminding her of Dr. Shaw’s orders to not exert herself. 

“Jim,” Y/n admonished with a giggle, “Its just some dishes-”

“They’re too heavy,” he determined, “Besides,” he leaned forward, stealing a quick, doting peck, “You’re already carrying something.” he winked and Y/n laughed a little louder, proceeding to call him ‘cheesy’ as he left the room. Quickly, he left the room, taking the box to the kitchen, and vaguely, he was aware of Alannah deserting the room too, following him to the kitchen, though only to get a bottle of water for herself. Once there, she fell into light banter with Ben and Jim decided to rejoin Y/n in the bedroom, finding that she’d returned to her former task.

“You know,” he began again, promoting her to glance upwards as she folded a black t-shirt, “I’ve never realized how small this room is,” he frowned, panning his gaze to a very specific spot directly in front of the window, “Don’t get me wrong, its fine if its just the two of us,” he stepped deeper into the room, gravitating towards the window, “But I really thought we could fit a crib here,” he gestured to an area between the arched window and the chestnut dresser.

“It could be a small crib,” Y/n reasoned, moving to stand beside him. Her small palm sought the center of Jim’s back, and instinctively, he draped his arm across her shoulders, cuddling her close. 

Emitting a sound of acknowledgment, Jim quickly countered, “Yeah, but we still have to find them more room when they get older. Space to run around and play. Alannah and Bed had a huge backyard when they were growing up,” he frowned, glancing through the pulled curtains, only to catch a glimpse of the building across the street-there wasn’t a park nearby, and the streets certainly weren’t safe for playing. 

Glancing at him, Y/n knitted her brows, “Are you trying to tell me something?” She gnawed at her lower lip, awaiting his words, which took a few seconds before they came. 

He sighed softly, “I’ve been thinking a lot….maybe it would be good for us if we bought a house. Everyone could have their own bedroom, we could get somewhere with lots of yard space so they can play."

He could see she liked the idea, it was in that bright glimmer dancing in her eyes, but that didn't stop her from deterring him with logic. "Jim," she sighed heavily, detaching herself from him, "I'm gonna be out of a job once I graduate, I won't be able to pitch in for a mortgage anytime soon."

“You won’t have to,” Jim reached for her hand and they moved to face each other, his hopeful gaze meeting her hesitant one, “At  least, not until you can….or want to.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped, “I….ugh,” she huffed, shaking her head, “Its too soon, and that’s a lot of money-”

“We can afford it,” Jim promised.

“No,” Y/n squeezed his hand and Jim reciprocated the gesture, “You can afford it.”

Frowning, Jim sighed heavily, “I just want to take care of our family, “ gently, he tugged on her hand, drawing her closer, and with a soft smile, Y/n stumbled closer, “And it doesn’t matter which one of us the money comes from, it’ll be our home.” With his frown still evident, he watched as she quickly moistened her lips and glanced away, looking out the window. Exhaling softly, he affectionately squeezed her fingers once more before offering, “Why don’t we ask Jellybean what they think?”

Refocusing her attention, she turned back to him, “What?” Y/n gasped, a broader smile brightening her features as Jim sank to one knee, dropping her hand in favor of taking hold of her hips. 

“What do you think, Jellybean?” Jim began, speaking to her still very small, and easily hidden bump, “Do you want your own room and a backyard? A bigger house? That would be cool, yeah?” When he pressed his ear to her stomach, Y/n broke into a fit of wild giggles, lifting one hand to thread her fingers through his hair. “They said yes,” he reported a moment later. 

“Sure,” Y/n agreed, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she thought about it some more, her expression faltering for a moment as he straightened up. “Alright,” she pressed her lips into a from line, breathing out with a suppressed shudder, “I’ll think about it.” 

“That’s not a ‘no,’” Jim quirked his brows curiously. 

“Its not a ‘yes’ either,” she reminded firmly, “But I promise that I will.”

Smiling softly, and suppressing his quiet worry, Jim nodded, “That’s all I’m asking,” he raised his hands, palms up and forward. Despite the facade she’d put up, Jim could see Y/n hesitating about the whole idea of buying a house together, and suddenly, he found himself worried that having a baby together did not mean that she’d completely figured out her future; did she want to stay in Ireland permanently? Returning to the states seemed enormously complicated, particularly with a child in the mix.

But Jim didn’t want to cause her any more stress by bringing it up. She was still reeling from the fallout with her mother, losing her apartment and the anxiety that accompanied completing her thesis defense and graduating pregnant- she had already accepted that at some point, she’d be too far along to hide it, but was worried about the rumors that would start going around. 

Before either of them could say anything to remedy the new tension that had befallen the room, a clatter that sounded like it had come from up the hall prompted them to both jump a little in surprise. “I’ll go check on that,” Jim assured, jumping at the offer to put some space between them so they could both clear their heads a little, squeezing her arm affectionately before starting to walk off. 

“Babe,” she called out to him as he neared the door and pausing, Jim turned to regard her. Her expression was enough to disclose that she’d picked up on his unexpressed disappointment and he pressed his lips together, hoping to not make her feel any more guilty,  “I promise that I’ll really think about it.”

It wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping to hear, but somehow, it still served to make him feel a little better, and so, he flashed her a faint, brief smile, “Great,” he nodded, faltering, “I’m glad,” he nodded before continuing out of the room, secretly, and probably selfishly, hoping that her reluctance didn’t mean anything too dire- like deciding that the rest of her life was not in Ireland. 

Jim didn't want to hold her back, but he also didn't want to lose her, though, as he headed down the hall, he tried to push the thought out of his mind entirely, there was no use dwelling anyway.

[mca-attack21]

A Long Day (Part 3)

This is the third and final part to the "A Long Day" Series.

Somehow you had managed to calm down during your drive to Kildare. You knew that no matter what your mom tried to do, your friends would be there for you every step of the way. Besides, staying at John B's meant you'd be able to help him keep the place up for DCS and even help him pay rent. Another bonus is the amount of time that your boyfriend already spent there. You could transfer to their school in the fall and from there you could figure it out.

As you walked towards Twinkie, it started to rain. You smiled as you rapped your hand on the door in the 'secret code'. You were quickly greeted by JJ, Kie, and Pope.

"Everything good?" JJ asked, searching your eyes.

"It is now," you answered wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss.

"Okay that's enough PDA, we are still here," Pope joked.

The four of you sat and waited, they filled you in on the newest additions to the plan. Kie complained about Sarah, and how she couldn't be trusted again. But again, your mind started to wander.

‘I didn’t know that sluts were allowed to wear white, she’s still hot for a pogue though.’

Why did it matter where people are from, who their parents are, and the amount of money they had? Your mother's comments about JJ resurfaced, which led you to think about JJ's dad and the scene outside of the police station. You allowed yourself to consider for a moment how much worse it would have been if you weren’t there.

Clearly starting to get in your head, you decided to leave before JJ noticed and asked you about it. “Okay, they are taking too long, I’m going to get them,” you explained before exiting the van.

You made your way to the Hawk’s nest only to see that John B and Sarah were joined by Topper. You sprinted up the stairs, knowing that nothing good was going to come out of this, especially since he was already upset and drinking earlier.

“You are a stupid, lying whore Sarah,” you heard Topper say as you rounded the corner.

John B, pushed him out of her face, “Just stop it, man. Leave her alone.”

“Sarah you better tell him to back off, cause I’m about to beat his ass,” Topper threatened, "I'll drown him like his old man, I swear I will,"

“No, you won't,” you spoke before John B could respond, alerting everyone of your presence. You pushed yourself in between Topper and John B. "You guys can go, I have my car here, I'll make sure Topper gets home okay," you instructed without even looking back at them.

"Y/n I don't think that's a good idea," John B replied.

"I'll be fine, just go." As soon as you heard them start to leave you looked back at your brother, “Come on Top, you're drunk, I’ll drive us home.”

"No, I'm going anywhere with you, you knew!" he said clearly distressed.

"Knew what Top? That you were about to do something stupid? That's kinda a given when can can't even speak without your words slurring together."

Topper snapped grabbed your arm forcefully, “You knew about Sarah and John B and you didn’t even tell me. What the hell?"

Your tone softened as you realized what Topper meant, "Topper, I swear I didn't know that anything was going on between them."

"Your lying, you’re not my sister not anymore, you’re one of them.”

"First of all, let go of me," you said ripping your wrist free and taking a step back. The thunder clapped again, sounding closer this time, and the rain was coming down harder. You tried to remind yourself that he was drunk and heartbroken, but that didn’t stop the sting of his words, especially following the scene with your mother from earlier. “You are in no condition to drive, especially with the storm, so hate me all you want, but I am going to make sure you get home safely. Let’s go,” you said lightly touching his arm.

“I’m not leaving with you!” he yelled, anger getting the better of him, without even thinking about it he pushed you off of him and backward and you broke through the railing. Your body made a thud when it hit the sand and it was still. Too still. Topper sobered up, realizing what he had just done. He was racing down to see if you were okay, but John B was there and he knew that he needed to leave before the rest of the Pogues showed up.

John B had said goodbye to Sarah who he had convinced to go home before the storm got any worse. He was going to head back to Twinkie when he heard you and Topper yelling at each other. He doubled back to the Hawk’s nest just in time to see you fall. He sprinted to your side, “Shit, shit, shit, Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n!” John B slid to his knees slightly moving your head to see if he could get you to come to. He was met with a small groan. He was afraid to move you too much, having no idea how injured you were.

“Help! Someone help!” he screamed, he dug his hand through his pocket for a phone that wasn’t there. He had no idea if he friends would be able to here him through the rain. He didn't want to leave you, but he couldn't get you help if he stayed there. A small groan escaping your lips, and he refocused his attention on you, “Hey Y/n, wake up, come on now. You're okay, you're going to be okay,” he promised before looking back towards the path to the Twinkie and yelling at the top of his lungs, “I need help! JJ! Pope! Kie! Help!”

It was not long before JJ and Pope came sprinting down the path, “What’s wrong John B?” JJ yelled before he rounded the corner, “What happened?” he demanded before taking John B’s place at your head.

“Topper pushed from the top of the nest. She needs help. But I don’t think we can move her,” John B explained.

“Where the hell is he?” Kie asked, looking around for any sign of your brother.

“That doesn’t matter right now, we need to call an ambulance!” JJ ordered looking between his friends.

“My phones in the van, I’ll go,” Pope says before running off.

“Hey Y/n, can you open those beautiful eyes for me? Come on sweetheart, you are going to be okay, you just need to wake up,” JJ’s hands hovered over you wanting to shake you, but being afraid to touch you. He glanced up at the top of the nest, the severity of the situation crashing into him like a 15 foot wave. He lost whatever calm that he had, “Y/n please, I need you to be okay, please, I can’t lose you,” tears were streaming down his face at how still you were.

He barely registered John B pulling him away from you so that the paramedics could get to work. He just turned and hugged his best friend, who pulled him back towards the van. He didn't register the conversations being had between his friends as they decided who would take your car. Kie heading towards the hospital in your car, Pope driving the Pogue, while John B tried to keep JJ calm in the back.

“She’ll be okay man, she’s tough,” John B to comfort JJ, who was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Yeah, she’s going to be fine,” Pope agreed.

“Totally, it’s not like she just fell from 50 feet, laying still on the ground completely unresponsive,” JJ replied harshly, raising his hand to his chest.

“JJ," John B said, trying to catch his focus.

“I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her,” he cried, pulling his knees up into his chest like he used to when he was a child.

"You're not going to lose her man, I promise," John B replied.

When they got to the hospital, they were told that they couldn’t see you or be told how you were doing because they were not family. Your mom had apparently called and told them that she and Topper were the only ones allowed to see you, no exceptions. JJ tried to explain that he was your boyfriend and how he just needed to know if you were okay, but considering the fact that your mom was one of the top donors towards the hospital, he never had a chance. He desperately made a dash to go back to the ICU but was stopped by the security guards. John B and Pope stepped in to try to reason with them, but it just went downhill from there until all three of them were being threatened to get kicked out or have the cops called.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just ask her mom to come out here please and I’m sure we can work it out,” JK said calmly.

“Her mom isn’t here. You kids need to go home,” the nurse replied.

“What? That’s insane! We aren’t going anywhere!” John B argued.

“It’s okay JB, we can come back later,” JJ said calmly and everyone took his lead heading around the corridor.

“What the hell man? We are not leaving her here alone,” John B said once they were out of earshot of the guards and head nurse.

“No we’re not,” JJ said, holding up the nurse's ID.

After managing to snag some scrubs from a locker room, JJ snuck around the hospital until he made his way back to the ICU. He tricked a nurse into giving him your room number and then snagged your chart on the way in your room.

When he saw you laying there unconscious hooked up to the machines, he realized that he had never once seen you look helpless before. You looked small and delicate, and those were not words he would ever have used to describe you. He took a seat beside you, daring to look at your chart. You had a concussion, dislocated shoulder, and broken collarbone. Pain meds, a sling, and ice and you should be good as new after a few weeks. JJ smiled at the words and took a moment to send his friends a picture of your chart with a text saying you would be okay. They text him back, but he chose to ignore them, placing your chart down and taking your hand in his.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? It’s JJ,” he spoke softly, “Babe, I need you to wake up,” he tried again. He stood up and pushed the hair out of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was as he pulled away that you started to shift, taking in a deep breath before briefly opening your eyes.

“Good morning,” he joked softly. You forced your eyes open again, wincing as you turned your neck to see him better. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. Just relax,” he instructed.

“Where am I?”

“St. Olive’s. You fell from the top of the Hawk’s nest, but you're going to be okay. Just a mild concussion, broken collarbone and a dislocated shoulder.”

“At least my nurse is cute,” you joked, causing you to laugh and move wrong. Apparently whatever drugs you were on were wearing off.

“Take it easy over there,” JJ said, taking your hand in his again, “You feeling okay? Need anything?”

“Water?”

“Yeah, of course. Coming right up.”

“Thanks,” you said after downing the tiny cup he handed you, “What’s up with the scrubs?”

“Your mom has this place wrapped around her finger and has decided that only she and Topper can visit. So I had to be a little creative in sneaking in.”

At the mention of Topper, you forgot where you were, that you were safe, with JJ. “Y/n, you still with me?” JJ asked, concerned with your sudden change. You didn’t even hear him as the events from Hawk’s nest flashed through your mind and caused your heart rate to skyrocket, leading a group of nurses to race into your room. Luckily JJ, ducked into the bathroom before anyone could see him.

The nurses managed to calm you down, thinking that you were just freaking out because you woke up and were alone. They gave you another round of pain meds and told you that you should be good to check out in the morning when your mother came to pick you up. You thanked them, and waited for them to leave the room before pulling the IV out of your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” JJ asked as you were now standing up looking to unplug the machines from the wall.

“If I unplug them from me the alarms will go off and the nurses will come back. If I unplug them from the wall they can’t give me away.”

“Why not just lay back down and let them stay plugged into you so that the doctors can make sure you’re okay?”

“Because we’re leaving,” you replied, opening cabinets looking for something besides a hospital gown to slip into, whether that be scrubs or your clothes from earlier.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s a good idea. Besides, it’s just one night and I promise to be here with you the whole time. Hospitals aren’t that bad.”

“I’m not worried about the hospital. I’m worried about what happens tomorrow when my mom comes to get me,” you let slip apparently not yet fully control of yourself.

“What is that supposed to mean?” JJ asked.

“Look it doesn’t matter J, I am not staying here. So either start helping me or get ready to be escorted out of here,” you say clearly upset.

JJ grabbed your good arm, his other hand guiding your chin so you were looking at him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“I’ll be fine JJ, I promise.”

“And you’re sure you want to leave?”

“Yes. I am sure.”

“And are you turned on by me in scrubs?” he joked, making you smile.

“Oh, so turned on,” you replied before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him.

“Okay, how do you want to do this?”

“I need clothes, I am not leaving in this. Are John B and them still here?”

“Yeah, they’re camping out in the parking lot in Twinkie.”

“Okay, call him and tell him to meet us at the side entrance in 5 minutes.”

“Okay, I can do that, and I know where we can get some scrubs. Just stay here.”

JJ left and was quick to return with a set of scrubs for you. While he was gone you wrote out a note saying that you left of your own accord, blah, blah, blah. He helped you change and the two of you snuck out using the stairs. There was one close call, but you made it out to where you were relieved to find Twinkie with the side door open and your friends waiting for you. Pope got out to give you the front seat. Everyone was asking you a ton of questions and telling you how glad that they were that you were okay. JJ explained how he managed to break into your room and how he managed to break you out. You tried to tune out the pain in your arm and ignore the growing pounding of your head.

“You okay?” John B said quietly so only you could hear him.

“I left after the pain meds wore off and before the next round started I pulled the IV out of my arm, so I’m consciously experiencing my symptoms for the first time,” you explained as you shut your eyes, concentrating on your breathing.

“Okay, sounds like we need to make a pit-stop,” he said, glancing over at you slightly concerned. He pulled into the 24 hour drugstore on his way to drop Pope off. “I’m going in to get Y/n some pain meds and an ice pack for her arm. Does anyone else need anything?”

“Ice cream?” you asked with puppy dog eyes.

John B rolled his eyes jokingly, “Pain meds, ice pack, and ice cream, got it.”

“I’ll come with you,” Pope started, "I want to see if they have any of those things,” he lied horribly.

JJ hopped out and went around to the driver’s seat. “How you feeling?”

“Oh you know I’m on cloud nine,” you say sarcastically.

“I would give you some of my stash, but Pope said it could mess with your concussion.”

“Yeah, probably not then.”

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Of course I do J, I love you too.”

“You wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you answered, which was not a lie, just not the complete truth. One glance at JJ’s face told you that he wasn’t buying it. Luckily for you the others returned. At this point everyone was tired, John B took Pope home, before taking both you and JJ back to the chateau with him, where Kie was waiting outside in one of the hammocks. You knew that if she drove your car she knew. But instead of bringing it up she just brought you into a side hug careful not to hurt you.

"Everything's going to be okay, I promise," she whispered as she pulled away.

You thanked her before taking a deep breath and turning to John B, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded a bit confused, before gesturing for you to lead the way, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could move into the spare room long term, at least until I can get a job or something?"

"Of course you can. Consider the guest room Casa ala Y/n."

"I'll help you keep everything straight for DCS and I'll chip in for rent and groceries and everything," you promised.

John B laughed at how serious you are, "Dude chill, it's not a big deal. JJ practically lives here too," he laughed.

The two of you walked back towards the others JJ clearly confused as to what was going on.

"Kie, can you help me grab Y/n's stuff from her car?" John B asked giving you a knowing look.

You turned to JJ prepared to explain everything, but he beat you to the punch, "Okay, spill, I want to know everything that has happened since the last time I saw you because clearly you were upset and now..." he rambled before you cut him off.

"I got into a fight with my mom at Midsummer and she kicked me out, so I'm moving in here," you explained, "I left Rixton's to get all of my stuff before she tried to get rid of it."

"Babe, you could have told me. I would've went with you," JJ sighed. He knew that your relationship with your family had been strained since you started hanging out with the Pogues and how much that bothered you.

"It was something that I needed to do on my own."

“Okay,” he nodded. "Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's weird, earlier I was stressed, but now I just feel freed. It's like I know everything will work out now, because I have you and the Pogues," you replied smiling genuinely.

"I love you, you know that?"

"Of course I do, I love you too J."

The two of you went inside, where John B and Kiara were bringing in the last of your stuff.

"Hey guys, I'm going to take Kie home, I'll be back in a bit," John B said as he headed out the door. Kiara said goodbye to you and JJ and made you promise to call her if you needed anything.

After the two of them left, you yawned. JJ noticed and said through a smile, "Looks like its bedtime." He was quick to set up the pillows so you could sleep comfortably beside him. You were trying to get the scrubs off to put on some of your pajamas but were failing miserably. “JJ?”

“Yeah, what’s up? Oh,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up and just help me,” you whined.

He came over and carefully lifted the shirt over your head and around your arm in the sling, he winced at bruises that showed, wishing he was there to stop Topper, who was a dead man walking at this point as far as JJ was concerned. He couldn't focus on that though, not when you were laying right beside him. He watched you contently, allowing himself to relax, knowing somehow that things would be okay. He started to drift off, a smile still on his face.