#and im still not even home thatll be tomorrow

[awkwxrdapple]

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

head in hands . things need 2 stophappening i need a break

[gallivich]

21 jan

2025 #8

HAI TUMBLRRRRR

today was so mf good i had the best day like . ok nothing that special happened just everthing was good :) like i pretty much did ZERO work the entire day in art we didnt even have to do anything i just chatted with friends YAY in home ec we didnt have to do anything either we just went on chrome books and i was literally playing yttd with my friend. god i love her erm and we were just chatting all dayyyy bff actually!!! in geography just did a little drawing and sub so no seating plan!!!!!!! and in technology just went on ipads and played piano tiles ARE U KIDDING IM SO HAPPY MAN

lowkey upset tho i have no school tomorrow ffs I LOVE SCHOOL U DONT EVEN GET IT god i mention my love for school in every entry sorry... im so weird ok IDK WHAT IM GONNA DO TOMORROW NOOOOOOOOO I HATE BEING BY MYSELF A WHOLE DAYYYY

ughhh i wanna go back out i hate being home at my mums. like i love my mum i just have no one to talk to here but at my dads theres always people and places to go i miss it brooo i wanna go on a walk but theres no pavements or anything just road!! and its so far away from everywhere else aswell i canttt

i think i need more like online friends for when ive got no one to talk to but idk where to find them!!!! like im so lonely and yet when i find friends i end up never texting them bro. im so bad!!

anyway now i wanna watch to all the boys ive loved before then hopefully thatll escalate into me watching xo kitty coz i watched the first film and i freaking love it :P me trying to mention as much media as possible into my posts so i can add more tags! oopsie!

im tweaking coz wdym next year im turning 15 WDYM IM NOT STILL 9. WHATTTTT no ill actually be sick thats disgusting

UGHHHH WHY DOES NO ONE LIKE ME ok ill stfu now

im gonna kms if i dont get shadow milk cookie on crk. or any beast. ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME PLSSSSS my team is SOOO WEAK and ive been playing for ages

omg i love hot water bottles so much they r so cozy and warm and i hate how i cant constantly snack i just wanna eat and not have to deal w the consequences:( idk what to post on tiktok i love it there but my minds so blank omg its open night tonight for my school IM GETTING THE WORST FOMO EVER EVERYONES THERE. im starting to wish i went UGHH instead im bed rotting alone (hope no one gets mad for me using that term LOOOL)

oui oui adios guys i love duolingo and doing duolingo at school its so peak (yttd better thooooo)

ANYWAY GOOD DAY i could yap for days butttt i wont. hopefully nothing else happens today coz im posting this at 7pm. LOL ok i miss everyone rn im sad. cheeky ass nostalgic song choice + me and who gif choice (i know who..... no not rlly he thinks im freaky (probably?))

byyyyyeee tuuuummmblrrr!!!!

youth - daughter

[fraener]

3/19/23

yesterday it was 64 out. we’ve nearly gotten past the last frost, there are a few cold nights looming ahead. the day was beautiful and sharp and strange. hans and i had a picnic in the park and while he was out getting a new pair of waders i watched the track house burn, start to nearly finish. the air was heavy with the heat of the day and the fire made a sound like it was crawling. we went back in the night, hans and i, and a few of his coworkers were there watching the last embers leap in the dark. the smoke made us cough and we got weird white stuff on our shoes. the fire department hadnt turned the water main off so everything was flooded. ive been walking so much lately, its helping with everything. i decided not to take that job this summer after all, which of course now im regretting just a bit. i just didnt feel like it was going to be a good environment to work in, they werent being transparent with me about what they were hiring me for through the interviewing process and i didnt like being asked to only teach things that were easily marketable. i dont like a school thats focused on turning a profit rather than providing diverse and unique learning opportunities. plus the pay was going to be shit. i might work for the geoduck farm, but im not fully sure yet. ive been having terrible luck with the grocery shopping, things keep going wrong or something i bring home is off. tonight i spilled my dinner on the floor but i didnt get mad, i just laughed and cleaned it up. i feel a little lighter than usual, i think i feel good. i can feel the writhing worm of anxiety under my surface but i feel good. last night rosie slept next to me in the crook of my body all night long. hans told me this morning that r really didnt like how i carried myself or the fact that i disagreed with her and talked back to her. to her she always found me difficult to control, threatening to her manipulation web and harbored a good amount of resentment for me was incredibly freeing. i dont feel bad about anything ive done now because it doesnt have anything to with me. all of this could have been prevented had she been honest, but she was having a hard time scraping me off, clearly. i ran into amys michael on the street which was a wonderful surprise. ive been reacting poorly to dairy lately, i think all of my allergies are really heightened right now. everything is starting to bloom, the osoberry and the redcurrant and the daffodils and violets are filling the air with pollen and scent. even the plum and cherry trees are opening, slowly but surely. i turned the bed over for spring today, well see if im warm enough. the equinox is tomorrow. the heather gave me a big branch of monkey puzzle tree the other day. i finished up with school for now except my eval meeting. my final critique went well, people liked my work and complimented me a lot on it. one of my classmates said the plate with hans on it looked like it was cracking because the love we had couldnt be contained and it made me cry a little. i love him so much, being with him is helping me heal so much, not being punished for who i am by someone i love is healing me so much. climbing out of the depression, certainly, but not quite there with the anxiety. still have some climbing to go. although things have improved so much in the last year... my intrusive thoughts are much quieter and one track. theyre really only focused on the one thing most of the time, which i am seeing like when im washing the sink and all the gunk gets swished into one little heap headed for the drain trap. were going to work on unburdening in therapy this week a little so i think thatll help. the smell of the rain on the hot pavement today nearly made me cry. actually i did tear up a little, i felt so at peace and unbothered by anything. everything is ringing out a little clearer each time, i am really feeling a return to myself bigger and bigger with each ring. i feel much more comfortable with myself than i did in the voyeuristic relationship i had to myself last year. this year has passed so fast to me in this moment; i feel like everything with o happened so recently. in some ways it did i suppose, only 5 months ago. i want to write more poetry again. i feel like ive woken up from underneath something the last few days, i hope it stays that way. the spring is beautiful. everything is reaching for the light of the sun this year so hard, as if we all felt the quake of my emotions and grief and fear this winter. i was so arrested. i am so close to free now.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I've been wanting chicken quesadillas for days, and finally finally finally I got up enough energy to go to the store for the ingredients. That's a very difficult task on its own. Gotta get dressed. Drive there. Shop! But I did it!

I dressed cute but comfy and low effort. I drove all the way to the store. Shopped. Got some Starbucks as a fun reward. Barely had any guilt about spending money, and bought only the stuff on my list! Healthy stuff!

Brought it home. Unloaded it all. Appreciated how nice my fridge looks when it's full of healthy food.

And then I realized that I don't have enough energy to cook. I went to all the effort of buying the ingredients that I don't have anything left in me. Why. Why am I like this.

My quesadilla ingredients are sitting. Alone. In my fridge. Wanting to be cooked. I want them to be cooked. But the thought of standing. And cooking. Is so much. I cannot do it. But I want my quesadillas :( But I need to wash dishes. Need to cook. Can't wash dishes. Can't cook. Can't even stand. What the fuck is this bullshit.

[penisliker-moved]

i did Not Start feeling better lol.i feel worse

[diannagaygron]

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[vaguely-yandere]

i know i talked about spoiling sensitive yan in bed before, but what about outside of it?

just taking them out on cute little dates, like a picnic in a secluded spot darling found. where they can watch the local wildlife and admire the local fauna while eating smth darling prepared

oooooor going to the aquarium! i’ve always loved the lighting in them. just look at sensitive yan being fascinated by the pretty fishies with an equally fascinated darling right next to them

maybe a museum? with all the cool artifacts and things you could do in there, all i can imagine is sensitive yan comparing their “pricelessness” to darling as darling is just having a good time lol. i feel like sensitive yan would still be entranced by the history videos, bc i get the feeling that they weren’t exactly… taught well in school

or what about just taking them out shopping? buying sensitive yan clothes that actually fit them and look good on them and just renovating their wardrobe bc when’s the last time they bought something for themselves?? same thing goes for skincare products and such

maybe just the classic restaurant date! picking a seat in some corner to sensitive yan doesn’t get too nervous being around so many people. just seeing sensitive yan get overwhelmed by all the options bc they don’t really get this much variety in food and look to darling for help is<33333333

or — this is cheesy but — stargazing. just laying down on a hill somewhere, sensitive yan cuddled up next to darling bc the night’s cold, watching them get all sleepy but try to stay awake to listen to Darling talk about the stars and constellations and yeah

r.i.p sensitive yan lol there’s no way they can handle any of that

-poised darling

poised darling, youre gonna end up killing sensitive yan!!! they nearly fainted when you kissed their cheek, what do you thinkll happen when you buy them clothes?!

maybe you head over to their place for the first time to help them move in (after their insistence that they could just leave their possessions there, you were kinda suspicious) and finding a thin, obviously thrown out before mattress on the floor, empty ramen containers everywhere, one fork, one spoon, a few knives, and tiny, miserable pile of dirty clothes and you just cant believe your yandere lived like this!! so its time to go shopping!

you pick a time of day where there wont be that many people and take them to the mall, holding their hand the entire time despite the fact it automatically turns them into a mess. you go into a clothes store first and pick out some clothes for them to try on! fashion montage!!! <333 and the more outfits they try on for you, the more overwhelmed they get until at the end theyre sniffling and quietly asking you for a private place to regroup. you could just find a bathroom and try to see if thatll ease them a bit but itd be better to buy the clothes and come back tomorrow (when they try to pay for it, you smack their hand away and they nearly moan in front of the poor cashier)

next montage is skincare! when they admit to only using a bar of soap to wash everything, you went ahead and just bought them their own products but every time you tried to suggest something other than the exact products you used, their lip would wobble and, well, you just cant say no to that face! even though their skin is completely different from yours lol. same thing happens with shower products! they wanna use what you use but eventually, you manage to coax them into trying different scents but the same brand (you smartly convince them that you wanna smell like a mix of them and yourself which leaves them trembling and desperate to get home)

and a restaurant date?? the poor thing is so nervous!! asking you what to wear, what to do, 'cant we just get takeout?', and when you finally get there, its perfect. low lighting, barely any people, quiet and you can just see your yandere relax. while you get a seat, they head to the bathroom real quick to calm down and YES, im going the direction you think im going.

you get your seat, the waiter sets down the menus and some asshat from the bar stumbles over and asks if 'a pretty thing like you' is dining alone. you try your best to get them to just fuck off and nothing seems to be working until your yandere appears seemingly out of no where and holds a knife to their throat, expression dark.

"if you dont leave right fucking now, i will rip you inside out and feed you to my rats." they hiss, knife digging into the strangers skin and cutting them just barely. the stranger wouldve picked a fight but yanderes hand on their shoulder was so strong and tight they could feel their bones grinding against each other so they just mumble something under their breath and leave, yandere glaring at them until theyre out of sight then sitting down, looking at you all teary.

"are you okay?? did they touch you?? if you want, i can go drag them outside right now and get rid of them for good!"

you shake your head and try to reassure them but cant help and wonder what theyre like when you arent around...

[akirameta84]

home now. just carefully showered and now im gonna go lay down and put an cold pack on my foot

hopefully it feels better tmr cause my school is massive and stairs sre scary when every step is agony. and also tmr i have to drive me and my brother to school cause my moms working at home and i can take her car and my right foot is the one injured. so thatll be miserable too

even if by tomorrow its still bad enough that i dont go to school im still gonna have to drive my brother to and from for my mom. im just. crossing my fingers that if its not better i can miss school cause theres a chance i wont if its still bad

[ultrastellara]

dilf kaeya x female teacher reader part two

authors note: hi sorry for UHH this being extremely late, i actually been spending a lot of time with my partner. 😭🤚VERY SORRY YALL!! i sorta been burnt out of genshin too :( but ill probably be on a semi hiatus for a while until then.

"well isnt that our dear, ms. y/l/n?" kaeya came walking towards your class room door, seeing you play with his son in the room.

"oh hello there, mr. alberich!" you felt your cheeks turn warm just like yesterday. klaus, his son was too busy drawing a picture. todays assignment was about family. little did you know as kaeya started to walk into your room, his eyes were focusing on the word 'family' that was written on your white board.

"family huh?" he asks you.

he sees his son is still drawing as you're sitting next to him, with a nod.

"todays a small preparation for our big assignment thatll be due next week" you reply.

he smirks slightly before chuckling.

"so cute, ms. y/l/n. honestly did you come up with that last night with the texts i sent you?"

your cheeks become more warm, with your cheeks almost hurting because he made you this flustered. last night you two had chatted for a few hours until you had to get ready for bed. the last

"mr. alberich our texts didnt lead us to-"

"come on, dear i think you should call me by my first name" you felt him closer to you, towering you from behind and gently whispering in your ear. the face you made once you realized he was teasing you more.

"mr.- i mean kaeya, please dont do that" you place your hands cover your face, trying to look away. his son was almost done coloring, asking you a question "ms y/l/n? you okay?". you nod in response, giving him a simple yes before he continued to do his work.

kaeya pulled out the other chair next to your right, he smirked knowing he got you well.

"klaus, are you almost done? i dont want to make your teacher stay even later for us" he gives you a cheery smile. you slowly remove your hands from your face once you felt yourself take a breather.

his son nodded and replied with a simple yes but he continued coloring, trying to find a color. he didnt notice the touchy behavior his father kept giving you.

"oh, dear you're really beautiful" he says, trying to make you feel more relax with his compliment.

"kaeya, thank you but please dont distract me. i am still working until i leave this building." you say replaying what just happened to you a few mins ago.

"i apologize for my behavior but you're really fun to tease, my dear" he winks at you before offering his left hand out to you. you admired how long his fingers were but as well his hand were so big yet pretty.

as flustered you got from looking at his hand, you gave your right hand to him. smoothly as he is, he pecks your knuckles. you noticed him looking from your knuckles and making direct eye contact. he wants to see how badly he can make you feel flustered.

"my dear, you really are fun to break. it's cute seeing how you react to my behavior with you" gently his hand was gripping your chin just like yesterday, wanting more of your attention at him.

his sliver tongue he had was making you feel dizzy but butterflies inside of your stomach.

"kaeya-" you were going to scold him on how he kept flirting with you until his son got out of his chair.

"all done!" his son states, and looks at you two.

his father was no longer sitting but instead was beside you.

his son walked over to you and him showing his masterpiece.

the drawing of his family was you and then kaeya. well kaeya was holding your hand in the drawing with klaus himself, being carried by his dad.

as flustered you were before, you saw kaeya blushing for the first time.

"klaus, who's in your drawing?" you ask him, wanting to see how his father would react to your plan.

your plan? oh playing with fire to fire. you now wanted to see how he would react to your teasing.

"it's me, daddy, and then you ms. y/l/n. you always make me feel better when we play house!" he cheerfully states. he smiles widely once you gave his attention all to you.

"i love it,sweetie! it's so cute. you're thinking of me as your family?" you ask, eyeing his father seeing that kaeya was completely caught off guard by your behavior.

"i see you as my new mommy!"

the looks on kaeyas face was replace by a smirk, once he saw you become flustered just like before.

"see you later, dear" he whispers into your ear, walking out with his son and his cute peacock backpack in his father's hands.

bonus:

"you should stop by our house next time" kaeya states to you.

you were calling him as a few hours ago, him and his son left your class room.

"kaeya i cant, i have work to finish tonight" you say, while typing your work onto a Google document.

"come on dear, i keep hearing klaus talk about you to me. makes me wish i was there with you to help out." you could imagine him smirking as his tone continue to tease you more. "besides i dont think i would want klaus's new mommy to be busy huh" that was what got you hooked onto this man. he really got you in his hands but before you could reply you told yourself just a few more words and i can go home and just eat sleep and not have to deal with this man until tomorrow.

"kaeya, again im still working. we can call later once im finish with my work " you sternly say. hearing him chuckle, "better call me later on once uoure home, dear. see you soon".

"this man...i swear to god hes so attractive but annoyingm.his flirting-" you stopped yourself from talking, feeling your face hurting from how flustered his behavior made you.

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[lettersformiah]

9:19am, 8 aug

hi bubsy <3 i love you so much im in english right now and it so fucking boring. like we are just filling in the table of language features n shit and i do not care at all. mrs wilson didnt call my name on the roll so i hope she at least marked me present. but i hate her and i hate this class. thankfully only like 2 more terms of it to go ^-^ omgosh i just thought of it! today si the day you get your flowers >:] which means i cant upload this letter until after you get them and text me about them so i dont spoil the surprise! but yeah hehehe >:D i got some flowers sent to u bc obvs i cant cant get you any and i think you deserve some <3 im so sorry we havent been spending that much time together, its so fucking hard online bc i am so tired after work and dance and even just plain school and then when you are busy we cant call until late and by then im already so sleepy. i am very very sorry its so fucking hard recently but i still enjoy just sitting with you when i can. youre very very very lovely and i hope the flowers make u happy <3 mwahmwhawmahwmhamh other than that! i have a headache! but i get to hang out with kealan for a bit after school and chat so that will be nice bc i havent talked to him for like a few weeks? like properly talked ig? yesterday was mainly maya and leo chatting so i havent really hear about his life in a hot minute. thatll be fun. unless its raining then it absolutely wont be. oh! my dad is sick :( was a bit ill yesterday but this morning was even worse and didnt go to work. poor fella. i hope he feels better soon but at the very least i hope he doesnt give it to me bc as much as i hate it i do actually want to make it to gisborne this weekend. omg! my bday is saturday. so fucking weird. im gonna be old :D and our 6 month is tomorrow!! so the flowers are also for that, even though that wasnt at all what my intention for them was. they are bday flowers, anniversary flowers, and simply flowers because i love you. :D ! hehehe i love you soso smuch babba. i still have half an hour of this fuckin class left and my head achy and shit :( but ignoring that, the rest of my day will be all good and im excited to judt get home and eat bro. like i want a munch on the risotto and my chocolate and i want to talk to you. and then i have to deal with dance which will suck but this week i gotta actually go both days and im gonna try my best to enjoy it and be okay :D okok im gonna text u and tell u i wrote a letter so that u can remind me to post it after school. i love you!

i lub u so much and ur so so pretty and i cant wait to be able to give u a lil kiss on the cheek while ur sleepin cause ur sosos cute hehehhe >:D okok talk soon talk soon please wake up soon its unbearable without u <3 mwahwmahmwahmwah

-mads<3

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day overall. But it was also rainy and I didnt know that was going to happen. So I wasnt super prepared. But it was still a nice day. I am glad its the weekend though and I have some time off. 

I slept weird last night though. Lots of dreams. I woke up a few times and had a hard time falling back asleep. But I didnt feel to bad when I woke up actually. I got dressed and felt very cute. This is an excellent outfit. James seemed really tired today but he had made me noodles to take with me and I hugged on him for a couple minutes before I headed out. 

It was drizzling and I honestly should have gone back inside and changed my shoes but it ended up being fine. I wasnt outside much. 

I did take a weird way to work to avoid the dead cat. Like I went a few minutes out of my way to avoid that part of the road. I dont know why Im so upset about this one cat but I am and I hope its gone by monday. 

I got to work and had forgotten that Dasia was off for the rest of this week and next. But that was fine. I didnt mind being alone with the class. We had 6 kids today. And it was mostly chill. I talked to the sisters' mom and she was surprised by the amount of lying and then them trying to tell her I was lying right then. And I was just like. Why would I lie on you??? What does that gain for me? I just want you to succeed! So that was frustrating. But I had better luck getting the younger one to do her work today and had them both have their laptops facing me so I could catch them not doing what they're supposed to be doing. And I think I did a pretty good job today catching all the kids up on some of their assignments. Its not perfect but Im trying my best. 

I worked on my sewing and did some reading. I was really sore today. My hip hurts so I was a little fidgety. We also couldnt go outside because of the rain and they all had to much things to catch up on so we didnt even go to the gym. But there was painting and sewing and some of the girls started to make thier own plushies and that was fun. I cut out the shapes and they got to work sewing them. Im proud of them. 

The funniest part of the day though was when one of the girls was talking with her hands to me and was holding our nice sharp fabric scissors and all a of a sudden she cut off the bottom of her ponytail. Everything stopped when we realized what happened. It was so fucking funny we were all dying. She wasn't upset, mostly not sure how to tell her mom. I helped her trim it to be even and we had a really good laugh and it was just reslly sily.

But I was glad when the day was over. It sort of dragged on for all of us. I checked in with Mr Burns before I left and then I was out. 

It was still raining but it wasnt that bad. I didnt even get all wet. Driving home was a little treacherous. But I made it back here in one piece. I couldnt find my headphone charger and I was worried I left it at work but found it in the car when I ran back down. 

I had a nice afternoon though. I did some sewing. I played a little animal crossing with Jess. She needed mushroom stuff so I made that for her and she bought me little dogs so I could make a dog sled team for my winter wonderland theme. I had a nice time just hanging out. 

I worked in the studio for a few hours. I got 6 bears ready for finishing. They always come out a little wonky and need pinning and top stitching for that. But I worked until my back was burning a bit. It still hurt honest. But I am going to go and take a hot shower and if it still hurts Ill get my heating pad out and thatll help. 

Its been a pretty nice day. I am looking forward to having James home. And spending some time with him tomorrow. The kids think it will snow but I dont think it will be cold enough to not just be rain. It will still be a nice time. 

I hope you all have a great night. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!

[teddy-feathers]

i remember when drinking soda used to make me happy

i remember a lot of things that dont work for me anymore actually

i think. i think im stupid. because if theres a way out of something i dont think i can stand even if i KNOW its not that big of a deal. i take it. i cant help myself.

ive. done some really stupid things. ive wrecked my car on purpose several times. once on accident totalling it. ive run away from home. ive stopped going to work. ive been homeless. ive stopped going to school. i cut my arm open once to get out of a conversation i didnt want to have. and i know. i just know. that if things keep going the eay they are. if i dont find some way to fucking just deal instead of copping out of work.... im going to do yet another stupid stunt.

it sounds like im lazy. i dont want to do x. i cant do x but i can so its i wont do x.

but i tell sheink that and she laughs. its work people dont like work thats why its work and not something else. i always like work. in the beginning. and then this happens. and it becomes unbearable. i can do it. i know i can. but im not. and sooner or later ill get caught. or ill escalate into something stupid. which. could be not going to work which i cant bare. or could be something else worse. i tried hurting myself but i dont like pain im a wuss and it doesnt help. ive tried soda and sugar. ive tried sleeping and eating properly. and long baths. and nothing holds my interest long enough to enjoy so games and shows and books dont really offer an escape the eay they used to. just. i want to buckle down and do it but i cant anymore.

and its not that the work is too much its not really. i just. cant make myself do it anymore. until today ive been doing enough. just enough. but i couldnt even do that today. i cant. and im terrified of going to work tomorrow on some level. i will, unless... unless i wake up wanting to be dead again but i dont think thatll happen.

i just want help. but i dont think mine is a problem anyone can fix for me. but i dont know how to fix it myself. i havent had a really good day in forever. i dont remember the last time i did have a good day. just blah ones edged in all of this... mess like the sword ready to fall.

i just. wish i could be better. i am better i remember being worse but. im still not there yet. and i cant even cheat myself into a good day the way i used to.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Forty-Five: A Grey Coat ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It was such an odd way to meet someone.

There had been no call for rain that morning - the weatherman had said skies would be clear as students started returning to school for the year. And, true to his word, there hadn’t been a single cloud in the sky, blue and clear above their little city. Still munching her breakfast, Hinata had decided to forgo her umbrella. The less she has to carry and keep track of on her first day of high school, the better.

Hanabi, still in primary school, bade her elder sister goodbye as Hinata called her farewell, stepping into her shoes and careful not to wrinkle her uniform. Bag in hand, she left the house behind and jogged around to the front where her bike was parked. Thankfully it wasn’t too far to her new school - not far enough to need the train, at any rate. A little while of pedaling, and she’d be there.

The crowds had been a little intimidating. While middle school had been a little small, given that there were more of them in town, there were only two high schools to encompass them all. Marveling a bit at the sakura trees, she’d parked her bike, traded her shoes, and made her way to her first class.

It...really wasn’t a very remarkable day. Not until last period, when they all jumped as thunder rattled the building.

Almost out of nowhere, a storm rolled in. And with it, a turbulent downpour of rain.

Hinata’s heart sank. Really? She was going to get soaked! Many other students began chattering about the same as their teacher tried to regather focus.

Come the end of the day, it was a madhouse of rushing teenagers trying to make their way through the downpour. Only a few had still insisted on bringing their umbrellas, whole groups trying to crowd under them like ducklings under their mother.

Lingering just under the awning of the entrance, Hinata stared out into the rain. It almost seemed to blur the view, it was so heavy! She hadn’t even brought any kind of a jacket, the day had started off so mild. Part of her almost wanted to try phoning her father to come pick her up, but...well, surely that would only annoy him.

And then...whoomph.

Startling as something fell on top of her, Hinata couldn’t help a small gasp of surprise. Struggling against it for a moment, she calmed as she realized it was...fabric of some kind. A...a coat? Grey, like her uniform. Then...it must have been someone’s…?

Peering out from under it, she saw a boy, completely unfamiliar to her. He was a little pale, with a mess of dark hair and calm matching eyes. At her look, he glanced to her, earning a small jump. “You’re gonna get soaked,” was all he told her.

“...u-um…”

“I’ve got a club to go to, and my brother’s picking me up then. You need it more than I do.”

“Oh...t-thank you. Um…?”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

It didn’t ring any bells - he must have gone to another middle school. “Hyūga...Hinata.”

“Just bring it back tomorrow. I’ll get it from you then.”

Blinking, she just nodded, watching him head back inside. Well that was...strange. But she’s certainly grateful.

Turning back out, she took a deep breath...and made a run for it.

Thankfully she was skilled enough at riding her beloved bike, she could spare one hand to keep the coat in place as the other handled the steering alone. By the time she got home it was soaked, but most of her hair and back were dry. The rest of her...well, she got right into a hot bath - she couldn’t afford to get sick on the first day!

She’d then laundered the garment and hung it to dry, going about her homework and occasionally glancing to it. Even then, Hinata was still surprised at the gesture. They were strangers, after all.

Poking about her generation’s favorite social media site didn’t turn up anything - either he didn’t have a page, or he’d told her the wrong name. She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Maybe a page would have given her a little more insight about who this Sasuke guy was.

...but at least he was nice.

And so, here we are the next morning, Hinata hanging the jacket near the front door...alongside her umbrella.

“Hinata...that isn’t part of your uniform, is it?”

Turning to Hiashi, she blinks, not sure how to reply. “I, um...I-I borrowed it from a friend yesterday. To...get home in the rain.” It’s not a lie, though she’s not sure she can call Sasuke a friend quite yet.

Her father perks a brow. “...I see.”

“I w-went ahead and washed it, so...it’s in good shape. I just need to get it back to him.”

“...him…?”

A pause. Well...she’d thought it obvious, given it wasn’t part of her girl’s uniform… “Y...yes.”

Eyeing the garment critically, Hiashi just harrumphs and goes back to his newspaper.

Heaving a small sigh, Hinata goes through her breakfast quickly, giving Hanabi a pat on the head before taking up the jacket and heading out the door.

There wasn’t time yesterday to ask what class he’s in...but surely he’s a first year like herself, right? She’ll just...have to find someone who knows him and find out for sure. Of course, the story might perk some eyebrows as it did her father, but...no matter. Getting him back his property is more important than igniting a few rumors.

...right?

At least she knows he’s not in her class of 1-2 - but that still leaves four other classrooms. Peering into the first, she doesn’t spot him...but then again, she’s a little early, wanting to have some time to try and spot him.

A few girls excuse themselves past her, and she decides to just...ask. “Excuse me, um...do you happen to know what class Uchiha Sasuke is in?”

The pair exchange a look. “Why do you need to know?”

“I...I borrowed something from him yesterday, and...I need to get it back to him.” Something about their tone makes her a little hesitant to explain any further.

“What?! Sasuke-kun lent you something? What was it?”

“You should give it to me! I’ll give it back to him for you!”

Immediately regretting her question, Hinata waves her hands. “N-no, I really should -”

“Oi…”

The trio turn to see none other than their subject of conversation, expression mildly annoyed. Like a couple of birds, the other two start twittering at him...and it’s clear he’d rather they didn’t…

“I...I have your coat!”

Hinata blurts out the words in an attempt to stifle the chattering...and surprisingly, it works. Stunned into silence, they watch as she marches back down the hall, intending for him to follow.

And he does.

Glad she kept the coat in her cubby, Hinata fetches it, neatly folded as she offers it to him. “I...I went ahead and washed it. Thank you for letting me use it. I...hope your brother came and got you okay…?”

Sasuke accepts the coat, tucking it under an arm. “Yeah, it wasn’t a problem. The rain had mostly let up by then, anyway. I hope you didn’t get wet…?”

“N-not too badly, no. At least, I don’t feel sick! So...I’m fine.”

They reach an impasse, and silence falls.

“...a-anyway! I...brought my umbrella today. Just in case.”

That earns a small smile and a snort. “Good. That’ll probably work better than a coat with no hood.”

“Y-yes...but I’m still v-very thankful you lent it to me!”

“No problem. See you around, Hyūga.”

“Ja ne, Uchiha-kun!” She waits a moment to let him leave before heading on her way, not wanting to part and then end up walking next to him awkwardly.

Still, she can’t help but mull over those girls’ reactions. Is he...popular? Since he’s from another middle school, she really has no idea. But he seems cool...with his messy hair and calm expression. She can see why he would be. Mostly, though...she appreciates his kindness.

...she’ll have to do something to make it up to him. But what…?

It’s then, however, that the warning bell rings, and she jumps. She’d better get to class or she’ll be late!

     Oof, late - had a bad headache for the latter half of the day, and it's just now going away (after conceding to some medicine, lol)      ANYWAY, not too much to say about this one! A little modern high school slice of life. While I like the rookie nine growing up together, it's also neat to have them start - at least in part - as strangers. Hence them not knowing each other in this piece!      But that'll do it for tonight - gonna go pass out cuz golly that headache took it outta me! Thanks so much for stopping by to read!

[loadingluke]

Update 28/2

Made it home! This last week has been pretty cruisey.

I had my appointment with Goossen on Tuesday- he’s happy with how everything is going, but we’re still keeping an eye on my little hole. It’s healing slowly, and in the last few days it’s gone pretty good so I’m confident it’ll be healed soon. I’ll send him pictures to keep him updated with how it’s all going, as well as how my arm is healing up. We booked in a tentative date for stage 2, and as long as things continue to heal nicely I’ll be having that on the 1st of August! Very exciting. I’m seeing him on the 2nd of April to touch base and confirm we’re going ahead then.

I had my last dressing change with EKCO yesterday morning. My arm is starting to look different, parts are healed, parts are scabby and parts are all soggy and gross. It’s an interesting time, but definitely well on the way to healing. So far the graft has completely taken which is good. It’s all at different stages of healing so it’s very cool but looking pretty gnarly. In my last session they began to remove the top layer of skin so it’s starting to look really good having that layer off. You can see some of the healed skin underneath and I’m really happy with how it looks! I’ve changed dressings from a silicon based dressing (used as it’s easy to change and won’t stick very much to the skin) to a saline dressing on the very soft and soggy parts (to draw out the extra fluid and dry it up a bit) and just a general antibacterial dressing for everything else. Hopefully that’ll make a difference and help move it along nicely. I’ve been given permission to occasionally remove the splint as long as I’m not moving my wrist to give my arm a bit of air. I’m very much looking forward to not needing the splint, it is getting very annoying.

I got home yesterday evening. The flight was okay, it wasn’t too long. Got an Uber home and did most of my unpacking that night. It feels great to be home. I’ve already been enjoying little walks around my neighbourhood and being in my own space. I definitely missed it. Honestly, the hardest part of returning home is making sure that my very cuddly cat, Minerva, doesn’t stand on my dick as she goes to sit on me 😂

I was referred to a hand rehab place close by to continue with my arm dressing changes, and I have that appointment tomorrow. I also need to go to Bupa and Medicare to organise my rebates. It’s pretty hot for the next few days so I reckon I’ll leave it until next week 😅

Until next time 👍

[believerindaydreams]

not where I thought this fic was going.

...fluff. I’m writing Angel Eyes/Tuco fluff. 

*shrugs*

They don’t sleep together, as it happens. 

It would have been anti-climatic, rather literally, and Tuco’s very grateful for the double bathrooms adjacent to Angel Eyes’ bedroom. If a little less so for the lack of privacy- all right, so a rich voyeur might have every reason to install these gilded swinging doors, like the saloon in an old western, but they look flimsy and he feels rather exposed. 

(Especially since Angel has a toilet with an actual door, the bastard. He should have nabbed that one instead, but shamelessness is one thing. Standing numb and stupid in another man’s bedroom, with his member half falling out of his jeans and ecstasy still burning up his veins, had been another thing altogether and he’d been only too glad to stumble into the one without a lock on it.)

Contrast. The sheer, solid wealth of this place awes him all over again, now he’s alone and had time to catch a few breaths. Black and green stone everywhere, marble maybe, hell he doesn’t know- the only time he’s seen anything like it has been the odd overpriced hotels, at the height of their luck. And him in sweat-marked Hawaiian shirt and soiled pants. He grabs a wad of toilet paper, dampens it a little to help scrape off the cum. 

There’s a sound of running water on the other side of the wall; presumably, Angel Eyes is doing much the same thing. Or not. Maybe rich people just throw out their underwear every night, like he heard once about the queen of England. 

“The shit isn’t going to stink any less, because of these pretty surroundings,” he says aloud, just to see if he’ll get a response. There isn’t one. 

Shrugging, he cleans up his clothes as best he can, and takes advantage of the showerhead to wake himself up a bit. Three minute drill had always been a necessity during winters back home, before the hot water turned icy; he prefers baths these days but isn’t going to stand around hoping for one. Blondie always goes to work on the assumption that he holds all the cards. He likes playing at that himself, but it doesn’t stop him noticing where the exit signs are. 

(Besides, kicking out the third party strikes him as a sensible way of resolving this little Mexican stand-off they have going. It’s what he’d do.)

At this point, he might not even mind leaving; that big meal, a good wank, all he needs to do is find somewhere decently sheltered and he’ll sleep for hours. He and Blondie have an agreed rendezvous at the town border, as usual. Six o’clock tomorrow evening. 

If nobody’s there, well...by then he’ll be hungry enough to need a new plan. That’ll keep him busy enough not to fret. 

A slight bitterness chills him, while he dries off and rummages through the Duluth for his straight razor; this Angel Eyes is like who he ought to be, if he’d been lucky and wealthy and smart. Or maybe just smart. Enough to think up a really sharp dodge, not just their easy brainless games, something that would justify all this worry and hustle. 

(He’s been content to let Blondie do the thinking, because his partner was always so good at it. Is still good at it; this must be why they’re here at all, why Blondie had gone to such lengths convincing him to look up Carson. There couldn’t have been a better way to work back into his Angel’s affections, than to win that game, look sharp and independent doing it...and then, the damned tease, hold off on closing the deal. Give it a week and Blondie will probably have lawyers inventing the man-to-man prenup.)

There’s six different kinds of shaving oil on the long fluted shelf below the sink, along with creams and perfumes and who knows what else; Tuco ignores all of them and starts shaving dry. His face is still damp, that’s good enough for him- it has to be, more often than not- 

god above, he’s tired. Or not half drunk enough. He retrieves a miniature from a roll of clean socks and polishes it off without looking at the label, feels a little better. Getting out of this house would be a start, if he can remember the way out. Maybe lift something missable, while he’s about it. 

A door opens, and Angel Eyes walks out, peers at him over the swinging doors. Clad in something it takes Tuco a moment to recognise as a bathrobe. The material’s thicker than regular terrycloth and cut a little oddly, straight down and lacking a belt loop. Something about seamless garments...but the thought slips his mind almost immediately. 

“You might as well sleep here for the night,” Angel Eyes says. “There’s six other bedrooms you can have your pick of tomorrow, but I’m not giving you the guided tour at this hour of night. Take your time in the morning, I want to have a long conversation with Blondie before I talk to you again.” 

From that angle, Tuco reckons, approximately one hundred percent of him is on display; might as well not even have a door. He carries on shaving. “You want to explain, why you’re not driving me off with a shotgun?”

“Blondie seems to want you to stay- or at least, didn’t demand that you go. For now that’s enough. There are other things you might do, to stay longer.” 

Depends on the price. Sometimes he pays it, sometimes he doesn’t, but he always hears it out, however humiliating the process of listening turns out to be. He bites back a good sharp comeback, readies himself for one more round. 

“Such as what?”

“You can second-guess him.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes, yeah- he’s my partner. What about it?”

“Teach me how to do it,” Angel Eyes says. 

Impossible. You’d have to be Blondie, to match him. 

“Sure thing. Any other little miracles you want done?”

“That’ll do for now...”

“No hay de qué,” Tuco says, easily; nicks himself across the ear, and spends the next several minutes swearing the air good and blue. 

(Confidently, though.)