#and without it i wont write any new one either ugh

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Page 5 - Intervention - Pre-war memories of Lucy Feit,

After the last revelations in Nuka park, Lucy was a bit more shaken than usually, skipping her way to the Harrison’s office and going straight home. Lost in thoughts, hearing only the clanking of her heels on the stairs when climbing up to her apartment, thinking how long she will be able to keep Ian in a safety net of lies and secrets that she weaved around them. As she turned the key in a lock and opened the door, taking the bag off her shoulder and throwing it on a bed she spotted Harrison, siting in the corner, resting his elbows on the armchair, crossing his fingers and waiting for her.

- Wh...why are you in my apartment?! I won’t even ask how did you enter.

She wasn’t sure if to just run or stay still but after a short pause she did close the door behind her and turned to him. Harrison took off the fedora as he stood up.

- Since you didn’t show up in my office and i don’t remember giving you any free days recently i had to check up on you, kid.

He walked up to her, his heavy boots almost creaking the wooden floor panels. Lucy took one step back as he approached her but noticed he only wanted to hand her the fedora. She took it gently from his hand and placed it on the hanger.

- Uhm...coffee, tea.. err whiskey? She directed him to the table, nervous but keeping her manners on point.

- Too early for whiskey Feit, coffee will be fine. Now, what’s bothering you? He hanged his brown long coat around the kitchen chair and sat down, putting his pistol on the table.

- Not to complain or anything, i don’t mind the job and the pay is really good but...

The steaming pot of coffee was shaking in her hand as she was pouring it into the cups.

- But? Cmon Feit. I didn’t leave the office just to have a coffee.

- I just have a feeling like i start to be involved more in your personal matters, Sir, rather than what i was suppose to do. She took the cups and put one in front of him.

- Is that a problem for you? He pointed at the sugar in the cabinet.

- No...i don’t know, it felt easier just getting the data without killing so many people, not knowing anything about them. She took the sugar bowl and sat down across the table. - When i come back here and track everything back it makes me think...

- Maybe you shouldn’t think so much then. He interrupted.

- Hmpf...

- You can live like that, of course. But i showed you the truth because maybe at some point the safety wall won’t hide everything and it would just crush you, kid. He blew the steam off the coffee cup and took a sip.

- And what about these special jobs? Why can’t you just do them on your own, Sir? - she asked, her confidence a bit more steady.

- Because, me showing up at any place that has a corpse involved is not good for my already shaken reputation, Feit. On the other hand you have a clean file and you blend well. I can trust you with the job as oppose to my recruits before.

- You trust me that well already? She looked rather surprised.

- I do and i no matter how i treat you sometimes, i care about you, Feit. He raised his face from the cup, his face softened.

- You do? Why...?

- I almost lost everything but with your help i got part of it back, Clara... it means a lot, your obedience, your skill, you may be chaotic but so far you are the best i had. He stood up from the chair and approached her. She looked up at him and slowly pulled herself up aswell to face him. Without his coat he looked much thicker, with a posture closer to an office worker rather than a retired field policeman.

- So..do you want to continue this? It would be a shame to lose you, kid, mostly for me. He put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance and looked her in the eyes, the way a  loving father looks at his daughter. It was something she was secretly longing in her past as a child. An arms of a loving parent, safety and warmth surrounding you from any harm the world could offer like an impermeable shield built from pure love and desire to protect.

- I do... Sir. She nodded at him but her face still wearing the worried look. He noticed it and sighted.

- Are you sure? Because if you still have doubts or issues with memories after the jobs just tell me and i will take care of it. He smiled at her with a corner of his lips and patted her arm.

- I’m sure and...thank you, Sir, for not giving up on me. She lost some tension and smiled softly back at him.

Suddenly the wheels of a car stopping abruptly at the building took their attention away. They steeped to the side of the window, carefully peeking from behind the curtain. A bunch of men, dressed formally stepped out of the car and looked up towards her apartment window.

- Vault Tech...they ain’t here to talk, im sure of that. Harrison grabbed his coat and took the pistol from the table.

- Shit, they are here for me? She kneeled at her bed and pulled another pistol from hidden panel underneath.

- Not you, me. And i’m sorry Feit but that will be necessary.. He approached her fast and pulled a syringe with two vials attached to the sides of it.

- What..? Wait, wait! She almost panicked but before she could take a step back he caught her by the arm and pushed to the wall forcing a needle in her chest.

- No time Feit. Just breathe and take it all in, kid, trust me. She dropped to her knees, shaking as he stepped back, the syringe stuck in her chest. The feeling of anger and fury wanting to be released started to pump into her as she pulled it out and stood up slowly.

- That’s it kid, now lets give them a warm welcome. Harrison flipped the hat in his fingers and put it on back, only his grin now visible from underneath it, waiting for the guests to arrive.

The steps could be heard, gathering in front of the door. The crack of the lock mechanism caught their interest as the ice started flowing out of the hole and taking in all the structure of it, finally cracking on a impact as they kicked the door open.

- There he is, back to the lab with him where he belongs! One of the man directed from the hallway. They were not using an oridnary guns but the ones that were releasing an icy blue wave, freezing everything in its range.

Harrison turned around, his coat reflecting the bullets as he pulled yet one more gun from under his coat. Lucy was neither wasting time, pumped with fury she assisted herself with a kitchen knife along the pistol. Furnitures and objects were cracking upon impact with bullets and people being kicked and pushed around the apartment. As she swinged towards one of them her hand got frozen to the wall.

- Shit. She stopped trying to force her hand out as the gun got pulled to her forehead. Harrison noticed it and stopped as only two of them were remaining in the room along with the leader, wearing a black surgical mask around his face, only his wrinkled pale skin showing from under it and a sign on his arm looking like a human silhouette on a circle.  

- Harrison, so you did decide afterall to take business in your own hands. Even got yourself a sidekick, unbelievable. He studied her for a moment and turned to him. - But you crossed a line in a park and we won’t let it slip. He pulled a rifle from a case he was holding, looking like charged with electricity and pointed at him. Harrison just stood and glanced at her before he pulled a trigger. The energy of it and sparks surrounded him, dropping to the floor in pain, smoke coming out of his skin as seconds were passing.

With each second Lucy anger was growing seeing her Boss being down and slowly burned and with it the drugs were kicking in even faster. She finally snapped her hand from the ice, crushing it in a fist on the guards head. The leader turned and fired at her but she managed to dodge it, her moves faster than usually, almost phasing.

- Of fuck it, i’m too old for games. He pulled a grenade out, zapping with shocks in his hand and threw it in the middle of the room, its impact reaching every corner and stunning her in process.

- Eh, kids these days, always disturbing grown men with their business talks. He pulled a regular gun from under his coat and shot at her chest. - What a shame, indeed.

He pointed towards her head as she was laying down, pushing a palm to the wound and looking up at him. What a man didn’t spot tho was Harrison, growing behind his back, smoke still coming out of his body and eye shining from under his hat, hidden in a shadow of a burned skin. He wrapped his hands around his neck and snapped it, redirecting the gun away from her, pushing his body to the side.

- Not bad kid and don’t worry about that. He pointed at her chest and directed her to stay still down. -You will be fine in no time. 

- Your skin Sir, it doesn’t even bleed, how? Even if he was fully covered she could notice it, especially at his face. One side of it almost reaching a black shade, his pupil shining awkwardly bright.

- Let’s say i have been through a lot Feit and grew a thick skin. He turned away before she could have a better look when pulling herself up slowly, surprised the bullet didn’t wreck her as bad as she thought. 

- We have some cleaning to do and you will need a new place. Also...that whiskey, its still there? He chuckled and shat the door, or what was left of it.

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Cockwarming [M] [Request]

A/N: Everything written is consensual between both parties and has been discussed before it has happened. This is intended for audiences over the age of 18 please don’t read if you’re under the age. (I’m deadly serious, I may have to stop writing smut if I get one more 13/14 year old telling me how much they love my smut)

WARNING: Contains: exhibitionism, mentions of spanking/punishments, consensual somnophillia

Seokjin:

The sun peaking through the blinds woke you up as it always did and you whined turning away from them and turning to face Jin.

"Too early," You mumbled into his chest, all he did was wrap his arm around you without speaking. It was far too early for either of you to even think of waking up but the sounds you'd been making in your sleep like state were making it hard for Jin to go back to sleep, he'd been awake before you but had tried to ignore his problem.

"Jin is that?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He yawned looking down at you and smirking, you smirked back up at him and then shook your head.

"I'm too tired, maybe we can just try cockwarming again?" You'd suggested it before and Jin loved it, whenever you were both too lazy or too worn out from your days to actually have sex and just wanted to be close to one another you would do it.

"Sure thing baby, turn over." You rolled back to face the window and he tugged down the panties you had worn to bed,

"Shit Jagi, nice dreams?" He chuckled as he ran his fingers over your dripping entrance, you whimpered as you felt him move closer to you and put his tip where you needed him most. You began clenching around nothing and he chuckled seeing you this way,

"So needy, I thought you were tired?" He whispered in your ear, kissing down your neck as he slowly plunged into you from behind, you let out a squeak and grasped onto the sheets as he stretched you out.

"Jin," You breathed once he was all of the way inside of you, you could never get used to his size but you both snuggled down together while staring out of the window.

"Hmm Jagiya, you feel so good." He knew what he was doing, he knew that if he whispered in your ear long enough and kissed down your neck you would eventually end up begging him to fuck you into the mattress but you were tired from the night before and a little sore.

"J-Jin," You whimpered as he slowly began to thrust his hips in and out of you at a torturously slow pace with next to no roughness as he thrust back into you.

"Sorry baby, just trying to get comfortable." He lied biting down and sucking on your sweet spot.

"Just fuck me already," You whispered finally having enough of his games, you stayed in the same position but he lifted one of your legs up and hooked it over his arm.

"You sure Jagi, I know how tired you are." You hissed as he slowed his thrusts down to almost a stop,

"Please Jin, I need you." He smirked darkly and his thrust began to get rougher, fucking up into you and grunting into the base of your neck as he tried to keep himself quiet. The boys were somewhere inside of the dorm and he didn't want to have to explain this one to them,

"Ugh, shit baby," Jin grunted when he felt you clench around him, your hands travelled down to your sensitive clit and you began to rub yourself while moaning out Jin's name, you didn't care about the boys. All you cared about was Jin making you feel good and in return, you doing the same for him

"Shit, Jin right there." Your head turned to look at him as he smirked down at you, fucking right into your hilt as you could feel your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach.

"You close?" He egged on, rolling his hips a little slower only to pick up the movement again when you let out a whine of protest,

"Jin please," You begged hands moving to grip onto the sheets around you, your whole body was on fire and the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap at any second,

"Stop clenching like that - ugh fuck - I wont last Jagi," You giggled as you felt him twitch inside of you, you contracted around him again and his head buried deep into your neck.

"Cum Jin, fill me up."  Your breathy moans sent Jin over the edge and his thrusts began to build once more,

"You first Jagi." He smirked holding your leg higher so he could reach a deeper angle, you practically screamed out his name when he did this and he chuckled sucking on your neck.

"Cum for my Jagiya, that's it...Good girl." His praises tipped you over the brink and you felt the all-too-familiar feeling of your orgasm crash over you and explode. The coil snapped and Jin continued to let you ride out your orgasm until it sent him over the edge of his and he spilt inside of you.

"Shit," You giggled once he pulled out, the sheets were covered and you looked at him.

"Have fun explaining this one to Jungkook." You laughed knowing that it was Jungkook's turn to wash everything, Jin said nothing he just kissed you sweetly and told you to go and run a bath while he stripped everything down.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had tried to be quiet when he came in from work but he was stressed at something that had gone wrong and all he wanted to do was get home and fuck you for it. You did things like that all of the time if he had a stressful day at work you would let him come home and make himself feel better with your body. But it was 3 in the morning and he knew you would be fast asleep in bed by the time he got in and you were. There you were laid out on the bed in nothing but one of his shirts and a lace thong that was doing little to cover you. Yoongi grunted at the sight of you and felt his hard-on get worse, he'd been hard ever since he'd thought about coming home to you that night but you were asleep. He shuffled onto the bed beside you and tried to ignore his problem but it became increasingly aware to him that he couldn't ignore it with you next to him. Not only were you irresistible to him but you were making moans in your sleep and grinding into nothing as you did so,

"Fuck." He mumbled watching as your hips moved up and down as though you were being fucked in your dream, he ran his hands down your body to see how you would react and you let out a soft hum. It wasn't something that hadn't happened before, he'd woken you up with sex before and you'd woken him up with oral it was nothing new in our relationship and it had all been discussed before, you were both fine with it. He moved closer to you and took out his length, rubbing it in his palm before pushing your thong to the side and he then ran his cock over your folds letting out a moan at how wet you were. It must have been a really good dream but the moment you felt Yoongi near your core you began to rock back and forth subconsciously whimpering at the sudden hardness.

"Ah shit," Yoongi grunted his hands falling to sit on your waist as you continued to rock on his member, he wasn't even inside of you yet and you already felt good to him. He kissed down your neck before slowly pushing himself inside of you, your rocking stopped and he grunted at how tight you were.

"Yoongi," You whispered happily finally waking up when you felt him inside of you, he couldn't tell if you were annoyed at him or not so he began to apologise and slowly pull out but you whined in protest.

"Sorry baby you just-"

"No, feels good...Just don't move." You begged him and he pushed back into you. Holding himself deep inside of you while you turned your head up to face him, he kissed you sweetly and you smiled.

"Bad day?" You questioned, both of you sitting there as if having him inside of you was a normal thing, as though it was just like sitting and talking about his day.

"I couldn't finish a verse and then when I did, it was gone and nothing got saved." You hummed in response and he smiled down at you,

"You want to make yourself feel better?" You questioned, thinking he would want to roughly fuck you like he always did but he shook his head which was a little surprising to you.

"No, this...This feels better, being close and intimate with you." He whispered snuggling down beside you but keeping himself buried deep inside of you. He brushed the hair out of your face and ran his fingers up and down your arms,

"What were you dreaming about?" You smiled and continued to talk to one another as though this was just a daily occurrence, to sit with your boyfriend's dick inside of you and not do anything about it.

"Oh, it was just about us on the balcony...You know like when we went to Paris and rented that penthouse suite." His hips bucked at the thought of Paris and you giggled as he let out a low grunt at the memory. He'd taken you to Paris for an anniversary dinner and you ended up missing dinner and fucking on the balcony rail, no one could see you both too far up for anyone to have noticed except for the room serviceman who had come in to check on everything when he had complaints about noise from other guests.

"Don't remind me," He chuckled deeply as you yawned and closed your eyes,

"Goodnight Jagi," He whispered kissing your neck and getting comfy behind you.

Hoseok:

Hoseok woke up when he felt you moving around and he let out a low grunt when he felt you shift a little too much his hands clamped onto your waist to stop you from moving and in your sleepy state you whined out,

"Jagiya, stop." He mumbled you were in a hotel room which the boys could walk into at any moment, the rooms were conjoined and he didn't fancy the boys walking in on this.

"Feels good." You whispered pushing your hips back and moaning when you felt him buck his hips a little, Hoseok tried to pull out but let out a groan when he felt you contract around him.

"H-Hobi," You whimpered feeling him push back inside of you, you were awake and looking over your shoulder at him. Memories of the night before came flooding back to you and you giggled, you'd gotten so drunk that neither of you could walk and ended up falling asleep not even two minutes into sex and you must have just stayed that way.

"Don't pull out," You whispered liking the feeling of having him there and he couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed feeling you around him as well.

"You want to just sit here?" He questioned and you nodded,

"It's called cockwarming Hobi...It's a more intimate version of spooning." He chuckled as you explained it to him and you smiled as he moved closer to you. His chest pressed against your back and you smiled feeling him deep inside of you. You clenched when you heard the door rattle and Hoseok let out a dark chuckle,

"Scared they'll walk in?" He liked the thought of you being turned on and worried about them at the same time, it wasn't as though you'd never fucked in the same house as them but this, this was a little different. They were right next door, there was no lock to keep them from bursting in and the walls were paper thin.

"You don't want them to see you getting fucked into the mattress baby?" He pulled until he was almost all of the way out, nothing but his tip inside of you and then he slammed his length back into you making your back arch as you let out a whine.

"Careful baby, they could walk in any minute." He put his hand over your mouth and you let out a giggle of excitement, you loved whenever Hoseok decided to get this way. He would fuck you into tomorrow if he had half the chance, he lifted your leg up into the air and began to thrust into you all while making sure your eyes were trained on the door.

"If they walk in I want you to hold eye contact, hmm? Let them know who's fucking you this good." You whimpered and nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice in case you screamed out your answer. This only made Hoseok chuckle and fuck into you at a faster and rougher past,

"Close." Was all you could say from behind his hand and he grunted feeling you constrict around him.

"You're so fucking tight." He whispered into your neck as he continued to pump in and out of your, filling you up and making you moan into his hand. The boys in the other room were long forgotten once you felt the pit in your stomach begin to deepen when you felt your fast approaching orgasm.

"H-Hobi," You panted feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release but the boys were getting louder in the other room,

"Forget them baby, cum for me." He whispered in your ear grunting out your name when he felt you clench around him, he continued to fuck into you through your high until he could no longer hold is back and he split into you. Your hands were gripping onto the sheets as you let out small whines while coming down from your high,

"If you two are done, we'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." you heard Jimin call through the door you groaned and rolled over to face Hoseok who was smirking at you,

"The room is empty...Round 2?" You threw a pillow at him and went to have a shower.

(Okay but you have no idea how much restraint it took me not to put ‘’scared potter’’ instead of ‘’scared they’ll walk in’’)

Namjoon:

The movie was boring and you were bored of waiting for Namjoon to give you attention. He'd promised you he'd give you some earlier but instead, he dragged you around to the dorms to visit the boys instead which lead to all of you sitting on the sofa and watching movies. You'd been sitting on Namjoon's lap the whole time and you could feel him getting hard beneath you but you knew he wouldn't do anything about it.

"I'll be right back," You whispered to Namjoon, you took off the blanket that was covered you and walked towards the bathroom of the dorms. Once inside you kicked off your underwear from under your skirt and smirked to yourself, you knew exactly what to do to get your own way and you knew how to torture Namjoon for making you wait all day for him. You went back into the living room and sat back on Namjoon's lap, he instantly knew what you'd done because he could feel the wet patch seeping through his sweatpants.

"Y/n...here?" You pulled the blanket over you again and smiled at Jin who was on the other side of the sofa from you,

"Cold." You lied pulling down Namjoon's sweats just a little and lining him up at your entrance. If anyone was to look over it would just look like you were getting comfortable on his lap but you sank yourself down onto his length and let bit down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning out his name when you felt him reach your hilt.

"Joonie, you okay?" Jin questioned once he heard a small grunt come from Namjoon, he nodded at his friend and grabbed your hips to try and move you a little bit but you stayed in place knowing how much he hated cockwarming and how desperately he needed you.

"You'll only make your punishment worse later, right now you're up to 15 spanks." He growled in your ear, the music on the film got louder and you lifted up and down once before hearing him grunt once more.

"Make that 25." You smirked not caring about later because right now you were having fun being the one in charge, you'd needed him all day and having him buried deep inside of you like this felt good. You didn't care that the boys were in the room and you didn't care that Namjoon was coming up with ways to punish you later, you'd missed feeling full.

"Feel good being full? You're not getting any for the next month baby girl." He whispered when the credits began rolling,

"I think we're gonna stay here tonight guys, Y/n's really tired." The boys all wished you goodnight and as soon as the living room door was closed and Namjoon knew they were all upstairs he ripped the blanket away from your body and held your hips in place while he fucked up into you,

"You think it was funny? Sitting on me like that in front of them?" You gripped onto the sofa and bit down onto your lip trying not to cry out as he relentlessly fucked into you.

"Do you?!" You nodded and he chuckled pulling out of you and bending you over the back of the sofa,

"You better enjoy this then baby girl cause you're not getting stuffed for at least another month." He pushed into you and without giving you any second to adjust to the new angle he began thrusting in and out of your while pulling your hair into a tight ponytail,

"Look at you, spread out like this on the sofa, what if they walk in again." You couldn't think of any words to say your brain had a fog over it, all you could think about was cumming and it wouldn't be long, the familiar tightness was happening in your stomach and you let out a moan to let Namjoon know it was fast approaching,

"Cum for me then darling," He chuckled reaching down and rubbing your clit aggressively, the sudden pressure from the palm of his hand on your clit sent you over the brink and you cried out his name, not caring about anybody in the house anymore.

"Shit baby, you're making a mess all over the sofa," He laughed pulling out and looking as your juices dripped down onto the leather,

"You're not finished though," You were about to question him when he thrust back into your oversensitive pussy and you whimpered, hands gripping the leather as you tried not to cry from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Colour?" He questioned wanting to make sure you were still okay to go,

"Green." You whimpered loving the way he was making you feel and he smirked before slapping you across the ass.

"Count." You were in for a long night and you knew it.

Jimin:

It was a stupid bet that Jimin had made with Jungkook and you went along with it. Who could go the longest without having sex with their partner but you were starting to get annoyed with Jimin, you'd been needy all week and he was still trying to win this stupid bet that meant nothing. There was nothing involved except the winner got to know that they were better than the loser, it had been a week of no sex and normally it was Jimin that got moody but tonight it was you.

"Look I asked Jungkook and he said that the rules don't exclude cockwarming," You stared at Jimin as he casually threw into the conversation that he'd been talking to Jungkook about how you'd been needy all week.

"He said his girlfriend has too! I didn't think it was a big deal." He groaned, if you weren't so needy for his attention you would have walked away from him but the thought of just having him inside of you again drove you wild. You gasped as you sank down onto him on the living room sofa and his hands held onto your waist,

"Shit." You whispered feeling him fill you up for the first time in over a week and he let out a grunt,

"You're so tight." You whined at his words and playfully hit his chest,

"Maybe if you fucked me I wouldn't be so tight." He chuckled at you and you let out a small moan as you shifted your legs to get comfortable.

"D-Don't move, fuck." Jimin moaned biting down on his lip and throwing his head back,

"Like this?" You slowly rose up only to fall back down and you felt him twitch inside of you, you giggled watching the way his face screwed up.

"Baby, I'll lose the bet." You smirked riding him slowly and looking at him, your placed your hands on his chest as you continued to ride and he let out a grunt.

"What's better? The bet or me?" His eyes opened and he met your gaze,

"Fuck the bet," He groaned spinning you around so you were laid on the sofa, he lifted your legs over his shoulder and buried himself deep inside of you. Your nails dragged down his chest as you felt him hit you where you'd been needing him most all week.

"Jimin right there," You panted and he smirked pulling out of you and thrusting back in a rough manner which had your back arched away from the faux leather sofa and crying out his name.

"You like this huh?" Your body shook as he continued to pound into you, picking up the pace as he went along with it and your hands gripped onto his biceps.

"Gonna cum," You stuttered and he chuckled kissing down your neck and telling you to let it all go. The wave of white washed over you and you closed your eyes tightly as you bucked your hips cumming around him, he let out a low grunt as he felt you contract around him he fell into his own orgasm with you and spilt into you making you giggle as you felt him leak out and onto the sofa.

Taehyung:

Taehyung had been so immersed in the game he was playing at his computer desk he hadn't even noticed you coming into the room in his favourite underwear set on you. You cleared your throat but he continued playing the game with Jungkook over the mic,

"Tae." You whined turning his chair around once the round was over, he smiled at you as he realised what you wanted his attention for.

"One more round and I'm all yours," With that, he was back to playing with Jungkook but you could already see the tent forming in his sweatpants so you knew the plan was working, you ran your hands down his chest and he groaned as you then started rubbing his shoulders.

"No, Y/n'd giving me a shoulder massage." You smirked knowing that Jungkook was listening and it only turned you on more to know he was. You slowly pushed down Taehyung's sweats and held your finger up to your lips to tell him to be quiet, he nodded and stared at you while he waited for the next round to start.

"What's going on?" He whispered looking at you as you kicked off the underwear, you pouted out your bottom lip playfully.

"I want attention, play your game." He nodded obediently and you pumped in your hand before sitting yourself on him reverse cowgirl so you could watch him playing the game while you straddled him.

"Oh shit," You moaned out as you sank down onto him and felt him reach your hilt, he grunted at how tight you were and gave some excuse to Jungkook about how you'd knocked something over.

The game continued and every time he got too into the game he would buck his hips only to lose the shot he needed as he thrust up into you and have you clench around him.

"I can't keep doing this," He mumbled against your skin as he tried to create some friction between you, but you loved the feeling of feeling full of him and didn't mind sitting there all night.

"Win the game and we can move." You whispered to him continuing to watch him control the character on screen, with the newfound motivation he focused on everything but you. Not even your small hip movements were going to distract him now but right as he was about to get the winning kill to end everything you rose yourself up only to lower yourself again and he lost.

"Fuck this," He threw down the controller and gripped onto your hips holding you up so he could thrust up into you, not stopping as you leant yourself forward to hold onto the desk. He was hitting deeper than before and you were crying out his name while he pounds into you from behind.

"Fuck, you think you can tease me like that and get away with it, huh?" With the last 'Huh' he thrust himself into you and held himself just about where your hilt was but not close enough to give you the pleasure you needed.

"F-Fuck Tae, please." You begged looking over your shoulder at him and pleading with him to let you cum.

"You're so fucking needy to cum aren't you? You wanna cum all over my cock?" You nodded pathetically and he smirked finally fucking you roughly against the desk, he bent down and whispered into your ear,

"You better cum hard baby, it's gonna be the last time you do this week.2 You whimpered as you felt his words adding to the pleasure you were experiencing.

"5 Seconds until the next round baby, you better cum." He began counting down and you gripped onto the edge of the desk as you felt it wash over you as he got to two,

"Tae!" You screamed as he continued to pound into you reaching his own high right before the next round started, he pulled out and smirked as he watched his seed roll down your thighs.

"Go clean up, I'm not done with you yet." He picked up the controller and chuckled to himself.

"That's fucking disgusting, next time mute your mic or I'm telling Jin." Taehyung smirked to himself glad that you'd left the room, you'd never be able to face Jungkook again if you knew he'd heard everything.

Jungkook:

Your hands gripped onto the headboard as Jungkook thrust into you,

"Fuck, K-Kook I can't." You panted knowing that the last orgasm of the night was going to take everything out of you. You'd gone out to dinner with him and the boys and had done nothing but tease him throughout the entire night and then he took you home to fuck you.

"I said five times, you're gonna cum five times." He ordered pulling your hair back so your neck was exposed to him, your back arched in a way that made him reach deeper into you.

"Look at you, you're so fucking pretty aren't you?" You whimpered again your mind already a mess from the four orgasms he'd given you before, one in the car, two in the living room and one in the bedroom.

"Clenching so tight around my cock as well, such a good girl." Your grip on the headboard tightened as the coil in your stomach tightened.

"C-Close." Was all you could manage to say and Jungkook smirked pulling out of you and laying you down so you were facing the window, he laid down behind you and slipped into you.

"Fuck, look at you baby. You're doing so well aren't you." You clenched at the praise he was giving you and he chuckled knowing that you loved it.

"You gonna cum for me?" You nodded and he smiled proudly, kissing your exposed shoulder and lowering one hand down to your clit so he could rub it. It was already too much from the moment he started to rub small circles and you let out a long whine as he did.

"I know baby, but one more time and you're done." You giggled as though you were drunk and he smirked, it was one of the tale signs that you were getting tired from your orgasms.

"So tight." He grunted as you clenched around him one more time, his thrusts began to build faster again and you gripped onto the sheets feeling the coil tighten once more,

"Cum for my angel." He whispered in your ear and as if your orgasms were voice-activated you cried out his name and the coil snapped. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you bucked your hips backwards and shook as he continued to fuck his seed into you.

"S-Shit, stay still baby...Stay still, that's it...Good girl." He calmed you down and held you in place to stop you from shaking too much and you panted as he brought you closer to him. He was still inside of you which was something you did a lot after sex, he would just stay inside of you to feel closer to you while you cuddled and came down from your highs.

"You alright?" He questioned wiping the sweat that was dripping down your forehead, you nodded and he smiled at you. Giving you a kiss on the lips before laying his head in your neck.

"Couple more minutes here and then I'll get us a bath." He promised you.

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[floralkittygambler]

Based on the new signed work for hazbin

looks like shitty h/skerd/st may end up canon, even though once again husk looks uncomfortable and pissed off by angel, but you cant literally criticise angel without the whole fucking fandom and even staff get pissy with you. accept that not everyones gonna love him, and folks like me whove been victims to these sorts *really* dont fucking like him (to be clear, his predatory nature of not accepting husk saying no but magically accepting other's no, incl alastors. also he tried to force a kiss from husk, similar to how his boss does to him so theres no fucking excuses. its disgusting and male victims of sex crimes are fucking valid, so stop excusing angels actions. he didnt deserve to be a victim but hes not doing favours by making a victim out of husk. its clear harassment. not cute or tsundere either, vile fujoshis-). but most relate or love angel so validate this shit, much like viv and her staff and vas. revolting. he also gives sw a bad name when hes fucking harassing folks bc sw isnt like that - you dont just harass someone. nor is sex your entire identity.

ugh fed up man. im starting to enjoy this fandom so little yet the few characters i am attached to keep me around. hell ive said before ive been around husk like people and they often really dislike angel types, whereas angel types adore them rather shallowly tbh. yeah but honestly this fandom and the clowns running it will find an excuse for angel and avoid those actually affected as always. big surprise...

husk physically resembles angels brother, dad and client, and is similar to the first two. its this toxic bond of angel wanting that love he never got from them. basic science. plus both addicts and one being older than his fuckin dad means realistically it wouldnt work. love does not cure everything nor should be pushed to. ones uncomfortably forced into it, and his bonding moments makes husk ooc because hes portrayed totally different to how he would be. again, experience. overall we get enough of this toxic, forced shit in media. just stop.

angel needs to sort his own shit before being with a guy. and then he needs to be with a guy on his level, around his age and mentality whos in a healthy spot. someone similar to him. hell a male cherri bomb would suit. as for husk, he needs a lot more work thatll take far longer. he needs to love himself and work through his own shit and be like that for awhile first. seen it first hand kill so

before anyone goes 'its fiction' yeah? well then explain how shit like many toxic ideals in romcoms or hell, how male victims of sex crimes are treated as a fucking joke still when its not funny, or hey how about that the only chemistry is this bitter distaste and onesidedness thats shallow af. or how shit like 'killing stalking' and whatnot are seen as cute romances by fans very similar to the point its this sorta dumb shit people romanticise, fantasize and normalise - young people. hell adults too esp immature ones.

its not healthy.

its really not.

and being on the receiving end makes you sick to your stomach and paranoid on others intentions for you.

every glance or touch is an attack. every remark, a hidden message. thats what we're left with.

as for the blokes, they get the extra of being a 'joke' and not a 'real man', that they should 'enjoy' it.

fuck off

also to grow you need to accept not everyone will like or love you. angel irl and in fiction seems mostly adored whether its shallow or not. making a character that dislikes him be his lover is a shit cop out and bad writing just like helluva. we get it, he hates rejection. dont we all. but no one grows without it. hell angel wold benefit from a guy telling him no and sticking to that for him to just accept.

because media shows that fandoms and celebs are now littered full of spoilt folks getting their own ways, seeing any critique or disinterest as 'hate' and being the most entitled buncha twats going. not everyones going to love you or care and that doesnt mean theyre a hater. if viv actually wants a likeable character with flaws to grow, she'd actually show angel's bad as not just him being a fucking victim as its just a mix of victim blaming and entitlement to get what he wants for being a victim when life aint fair. show him with traits more widely despicable thatll shock fans. actually show him accepting people not liking him and being ok rather than forcing himself on them until they do. fucking disgusting. though everyone thinks thats cute. bloody weird-

just like his creator, he wont grow and improve. theyve hired a fucking r'pe fetisher for gods sake. the whole viv and hired folks are a mess...

[storiesofsvu]

Random from the fanfic ask game: 4, 8, 17, 26, 43, 67, 78, 85, 90

4. What is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying around the longest? Bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written iy yet and experience deep existential dread?

LOL. Okay, so the STORY that’s been floating around longest is Unexpected Circumstances (sonny x reader) which i put on hiatus like a year ago. I was going to pick it up then realized it was going in a similar direction of another fic, which ended up going a different way anyways lol.

Otherwise i think it’s probably the parent trap au! With barba & Nevada….i have basically nothing for it but it’s there, lingering, making me try to figure it out lol.

8. What’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? Do you seek it out? How well do you take it?

Without feedback, there would be no fics in this world. (I believe). Feedback is what motivates us writers, comments are what’s keeps us going, it shows us people are actually reading it, and enjoying the content we’re putting out. I don’t think I’ve ever received *constructive* criticism? Like, i’ve gotten anon hate that was all “oh boo, your stories suck. You write the girls so ooc.” Shit, and during classified affairs i got one that was all “oh, great, you’re writing toxic relationships now” and my reply was “uh…yeah…thats kinda the POINT, keep reading, you’ll understand” lol. So i think i handle it well? But i havent really gotten any at this point.

17. What’s the fave line you’ve ever written?

Either the “i put a fucking bow on it, didn’t i?”

Or the line where Gallagher’s bragging about assaulting Rita and yn (Rita’s wife) comes in hot all “i know for a fact my dick is bigger than yours, and unlike you, i know how to use it.”

26. Do you like to wwrite one shots or series? And why?

I prefer series. It gives more time to establish dynamics, explore relationships and helps me keep the writing motivation going, knowing people are waiting for the next ch. i like to tell full stories. One shots i always end up either doing straight pwp, or they end up WAY too long with backgrounds of the characters, how they’re involved and the like. BUT, i do like little fluffy drabble one shots. And i like to keep them going to keep my writing skills up to par, like, i can easily jump around from fandom to fandom and genre to genre, it’s also how i break in a new character.

43. How did writing change you?

It helped me harness all the creativity and fantasy daydream i kept coming up with into something actually tangible. It helps focus me when there’s nothing else to do, keeps my brain active. It’s also brought me a very large circle of good friends all over the world, and introduced me to my girlfriend.

67. When have you felt the least confident in your writing?

Going back and reading the super old stuff, like, i just cringe at some of the shit i wrote. ESP some of the longer stories that i know i could do a WORLD of better on, but don’t want to rewrite them lolol. Also those times when you have a REALLY good idea fleshed out in your head and it just wont transfer to paper very well, then you say fuck it and post it anyways? And then just….always regret…esp when it’s part of a mini series or collection.

78. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Good god. Ending things is almost as hard as titling them for me. Ch’s at least i can cut off a little bit more abruptly cause there’s a continuation of the story, each individual ch doesn’t need a beg, mid and end, i can just cut to black. One shots you always need to wrap up all the lose ends and UGH, ive had 1500 word stories end up 3000 just because i can’t end it lolol

85. What would be on a moodboard for your current wips?

Lol. I made moodboards for both of them! The Nanny, is obvi, cute, adorably dressed kids, manhattan, rita & raf.

90.do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

Yes. Unless y/n is a lawyer or politician, she very much has my vernacular. And obviously i put a lot of cursing into my fics, whether the narration or from the other characters, but like…some of them do canonologically swear, and other ones would if the show had a higher rating.

I think as long as i have a good wrap on the characters from shows, that i do a good job making their voices/vernacular heard in my fics.

Thanks for asking!! 😊

[blue-bird-kny]

Could we maybe get the prompt #4 from the fluff list; “Please just kiss me already.” with Zenitsu? Thank you so much!!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!~Amanda

Warning: None

(1.6k words)

“Please just kiss me already.” prompt

You ogled out the window, eyes never leaving the rambunctious group of boys training hard out in the yard. They’d been resting at the Butterfly Estate for some time now, each with their own fair share of wounds. The moment their damaged bodies were rushed into the trusted care of you and the other girls, you’d been fascinated with a certain yellow-haired demon slayer.

You continued to openly stare at the boy, lost in some romantic daydream like a teenage school-girl. “Y/n you idiot! You’re mixing the medicines, are you trying to kill our patients?!” Aoi shouted from the door frame. You shrieked looking down at the mess you’ve made on the table, the contents spreading over the wood and down to the floor. “Ugh” you sighed in frustration, already grabbing rags to clean up. “I don’t know what's got you acting like more of a clutz but get it together. You know how Shinobu-san gets when we waste materials” you shuddered at the thought, remembering the scolding you got last time.

“Don’t tell her!”

Aoi watched the same group of people outside that had just stolen your attention, everything seeming to click in her head instantly. A sly smirk crossed her features as she bent down to your level on the floor, “It wouldn’t happen to be our new guest that are bothering you, would it?’’ she chuckled as a warm pink spread across your cheeks, your eyes falling anywhere but on her knowing pair. “Is it Tanjiro? or maybe it's Inosuke?” she studied your reaction as she spoke, “ or maybe it's that handful Zenitsu?” your blush deepened at his name; you’d been caught red-handed.

Instead of continuing to tease you like you expected, Aoi gently placed a hand on your shoulder “You should talk to him sometime instead of avoiding him, you’re pretty and kind, he’d be an idiot to turn you away” Aoi’s complement caused you to smile, a new found confidence within you. “Thank you Aoi-san” it was her turn to blush in embarrassment. She stood with her arms crossed as she turned to leave the room, “You’re still an idiot”, you couldn't help but laugh.

Later on that night, you stood outside Zenitsu’s room, his medicine clutched between your hands as you gave yourself a mental pep-talk. “You’ve got this, it won't be that hard” you slide the door open with a wide smile only to have it completely wiped away. Behind the door stood Zenitsu, whose clothes had only covered his lower-half leaving his chest exposed for anyone to see. “Hello?!” his voice rang louder than thunder and his face became an intense red. Snapping back to reality, you slammed the door shut, a string of apologies filling the space.   “You idiot! Why didn't you knock?!” you reprimanded yourself, face-palming at your own stupidity. Well there goes all that confidence. Moments passed before a fully dressed Zenitsu opened the door, remnants of red still dusted his face, “yes?” he questioned slightly upset, great now he doesn’t like you. “I...um… medicine” you stuttered, his face griminced yet he still let you inside, throwing himself onto the bed. “If I would have known such a beautiful girl was coming to nurse me back to health instead of that witch I would have left my clothes off”’ he flirted. 

You gulped away any nerves as you prepared his medicine, trying your hardest to suppress the warmth that was creeping its way up your neck. “My name is Y/n, please open your mouth for me Zenitsu-kun” you politely asked as you balanced a spoon between your nimble fingers. “Eager aren’t you Y/n-chan” he complied with doe eyes, savoring the way your soft finger felt on his face. He almost blocked out the bitter taste of the gunk you were spoon feeding him as he admired your features; the curve of your plump lips, the color of your determined eyes, the way you handled him with such care and affection. 

For a moment Zenitsu felt that affection stemmed from something deeper, but he quickly tossed the idea aside, “She’s a nurse, she probably treats all her patients like that” he glumly came to that conclusion, silently cursing anyone who has ever been in your care the same way he was. 

“Zenitsu-kun, can you drink the other medicine yourself or do you need my help?” he melted at the way his name sounded from your tongue. “Nope I need you Y/n-chan” he lied, wanting your company for as long as possible. You held his chin between shaking fingers, “ah” you opened your mouth, bringing the wooden cup to his parted mouth. The drink was disgusting and had it been anyone else, he’d thrown fit, but he drank it slowly just to keep you near. 

“All done!” you cheered, gathering your belongings. “Talk to him!” Aoi voice chanted in your head, “I hope you don’t mind that I’ll be the one giving you your medicine and not Aoi-san” you asked calmly, nice ice breaker. “Y/n-chan please stay and keep me company! I think I’ll only get worse if I'm alone!” he ignored your question, his hand reaching for your. “Well I suppose…” you debated with yourself, but ultimately came to the conclusion that staying a little while wouldn't hurt. 

A little bit had turned into an hour, the two of you enjoying each other's company. Your cheeks were sore and your sides hurt from laughing, things were going so smoothly. Zenitsu was mesmerized; your bright, sunny personality was the complete opposite from his and it commanded his attention- which he was more than willing to give. You noticed the setting sun, the orange and pinks matching the boy in front of you. “I should go, you need rest and the others will come to bed soon” you really didn’t want to go but you knew it was the right thing to do. You headed towards the door when Zenitsu’s hand shot out to reach yours, stopping you from moving any further.

His body acted on his own and now all he could do was wordlessly stare at your confused form, “yes?” you didn't shrug away from his touch, Zenitsu noticed. “I..” his mind was blank, all he could focus on was the way your irresistible lips parted, oh how he wished he could feel them for himself; you were too cute for your own good, he felt. You noticed how his light brown orbs shone with the sun's rays, the light  making them a brilliant gold.

Silently, your eyes fell on his lips, wishing he’d make some sort of moves. Your hopes were broken when he withdrew his hand from yours, releasing you with a small smile, “Goodnight Y/n-chan”

You hide your disappointment well, slightly bowing in farwell “Goodnight”

The tension between you and Zentisu grew with each passing day, it was becoming almost unbearable. Your days together were numbered yet every time you came close to kissing, one thing or another would get in the way. “Zenitsu-kun! I have your finally a dose of meds!” the reminder was displeasing to the both of you.

You smiled half-heartedly, placing the tray of ‘nastiness’ as Zenitsu calls it on the bedside table. “Are you going to spoon feed Y/n-chan? My arms hurt” he pouted. You giggled as you brought the green liquid to his lips; you were almost envious of the spoon, it had touched his lips before your could. Together you sat in silence, neither of you knew what to say. “Tomorrow you and your friends will be discharged, you can continue being heroes. Looks like you wont need me anymore” you smiled bitterly, not able to look at Zenitsu’s face. You weren’t mad at Zenitsu, but at the situation ahead when you two would have to say goodbye.

Zenitsu wrapped your hand between his larger pair, your eyes finally reaching his as they filled with tears. “Don’t say that Y/n-chan, I’ll always need you to heal me when I do something dumb” he lovilnly rubbed circles into your skin with his thumb. A single tear slid past your eyelashes, “I’ll miss you but please don’t come back here for a while” your words hurt the yellow haired boy, “don't come back because if you're here it means you’ll be hurt” you finished.

He shook his head in disbelief, you really cared for him enough that you’d rather be miserable than have him injured. His eyes trailed down to your lips, he couldn’t leave without showing you just how much he cared for you, just how much he’d miss you.

“Please just kiss me already.”

Your tone was soft, kinder than anyone had talked to him and far from demanding. He closed the space between you, hesitating just before he could finally taste you. “Are you sure?” he waited to see your head nod approvingly before filling in the space. His lips on your felts like lightning were coursing through your veins; One kiss and Zenitsu was already addicted.

The kiss wasn’t too long, just enough to silently whisper “I’ll miss you” to each other. You stood straighter that when you walked in, a beaming smile now replacing the frown that was once there. You placed your lips firmly to his forehead, “Be safe out there and save the world, I’ll see you soon”.

You now understood that this wasn’t goodbye, it was simply a pause in this new relationship. Before you left, you promised each other to write letters as often as possible. He’d be gone before you woke, but the thought was no longer painful because, just as you said, you’ll see each other soon and that was something you were sure of.

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This ending sort of makes me want to write a part 2, but I’m not sure.  Either way I hope you all enjoyed it and I promise to have a better flow of work this week. Remember to drink water and get a good nights rest (I should take my own advice pft)~Amanda

[anotherbeingsworld]

I’ll See You Again

Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Danny Cardinal

Summary: A depth look in Sienna’s and Danny’s relationship until the night before it all went down. 

Warning: Mentions of death. Besides that, its a fluffy and bittersweet tale. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except the storyline. All characters are owned by Pixelberry.

A/N: I am backkk, well.. not literally. I took a small chunk of my time to write this to celebrate our girl Sienna, and for the @siennatrinhappreciationblog​ ! This is my submission for Day 1 of Sienna Trinh Appreciation week and this is my first time writing for them, I hope I hit the mark! I have been quite mixed feelings in life right now, it is both a good and bad time-ish, it feels like a lot and, i am so sorry if I am lack on updates for bryce fics, I hope to write soon without hesitation and everything else that is going on! So, no one told me that life is gonna be this way.... sjssksk, i am surviving at its finest! I hope all of you are doing amazing, and thank you for everything! I apologize in advance if there is any grammatical errors! Enjoy!

Tags: @siennatrinhappreciationblog​ , @mvalentine​ , @drethanramslay​ , @storyofmychoices​ , @jaxsmutsuo​ , @fantasyoverreality98​ , @bratzlahela​ , @choicesficwriterscreations​ @aylamwrites​ , @baltersome​ , @kelseaaa​ , @thundergom, @ohramsey​ , @ohvamsey​ , @mrsbhandari​  , @starrystarrytrouble​ ( I don’t have a perma tag list and this isnt a Bryce fic, sooo... I am tagging a few peeps!)

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The small moments they spend as the sun sets at the house party, as they talked about life, tv-shows, good memories, cringey moments and life is one of the best moments for her. The moments followed, was a series of smiles caught in-between shifts, as their hands brushed on the nurses counter, or the introduction of 50s movies that made her smile, including a monologue of Danny reciting the lines of a damsel in distress that made her heart leapt in joy.

She had Wayne, but the feeling with him cant be compared as he made her feel unimportant, as if there is a barrier in between that keeps on stopping her from seeing the light. Danny Cardinal is a different one, a new presence that somehow she didn’t know she needed. Someone who sees her more than Wayne ever does, someone who appreciates her talents along with their quirky interests that made them compatible one way or another.

She never told her roommates, the day they went out to Donahue together, a moment of silence as Sienna finally had the courage to invite him for a drink, after her break-up with Wayne. She wasn’t ready to move on yet, but…she felt like she needed a friend. Someone to talk too, someone who she could relate in a way, and that’s where Danny Cardinal made his entrance.

‘I just break up with my long-time boyfriend..’ It suddenly slips out of her tongue, somehow she was wallowing it after their confrontation with Casey earlier.

He wasn’t ready. He didn’t expect that news would drop as they just finished work.

‘OH-, are you okay? Do you need anything, we could go back if you want!’ His voice filled with caution, as he tries to comfort her in the most awkward way he could think of at the moment.

Sienna smiles at his reaction, it was a mixture of cute and adorable which she is aware that it is similar. A laugh stifle out of her, as Danny smiles too. Mirroring her expression, he found himself being very careful as he slips his fingers into her, giving her a squeeze, equivalent to the saying, ‘everything is going to be alright.’

She felt happy, a different kind of happiness. That night was the start of it all, a small gesture that is worth more than a thousand words. It was called, something new. She recalls the small gesture, when she is down, or mad, or even sad, as a way to assure herself that she is going to be alright.

Until that unfortunate day, the fear in her started to show as seeing her best friend, and him there in the room somehow being sacrificed for an evil plan. She recalls their small talks the night before, as he was seen bringing her a cup of coffee after the long day they both had, their small talks is something normal in other people’s eyes, as it is an escape for them into the world.

‘A cup of brownie chocolate drink for one Sienna Trinh?’ His voice in a sing-song as he passed the cup to her.

‘…And, a cup of Hazelnut Latte for Danny Cardinal courtesy of Casey, and her access to Dr. Ramsey’s coffee machine.’ She whispered the last part of the sentence making him laugh as his voice boomed through the empty hospital hallways.

‘Free coffee too, count me in?’ Danny said happily taking a sip of his drink, as Sienna does the same.

‘How was your day?’ She asked, as they walked through the hallways; one of the reasons she manages to keep herself sane after all the insanity from her day as a second-year resident.

‘It was…’ He went silence, as he took another sip before continuing.

‘The Senator’s case. It was odd, and weird. I know I shouldn’t questioned anything, but he gave me some bad vibes, including his assistant Travis, they both kinda gave me a weird vibe. I felt like Travis was lurking his way down the halls, somehow searching for something… and it creeps me out.’ A shiver escaped him, as they arrived at the quiet cafeteria.

‘I heard about him, he is the one who came from Mass Kenmore right?’ Sienna asked, recalling the info Casey told her about her heist with Baz at MK.

He nod, taking another sip.

‘How was yours?’

She lets out a sigh, followed by a groan.

‘I am guessing, it was bad..?’ His voice slowly, as Sienna nods in return.

‘It wasn’t horrible, but…it felt tiring. I just feel like I have to do everything and Mitch isn’t helping one bit, and there is this kid, he is suffering with all these decisions and... ugh!’ She lets out a groan of frustration once more, earning an ‘I’m sorry’ look on Danny’s face.

She tried to plastered a smile on her face, an attempt to make herself look stronger. But, somehow she felt like she can’t fake it, a part of her wanted to fake a smile, and just brushed the topic off.

‘You know you don’t have to be strong in front of me Sienna, it’s okay to be sad once in a while…’ Danny stated with a slow tone, a comforting one.

‘Doctors were supposed to be strong, its our job to be strong for our patients…’

‘And yet, we are humans Sienna. We can cry, smile, laugh and get ourselves angry because we are human. Those feelings are valid, and it means you are you. There is honestly nothing wrong with that okay?’ Danny moved to the opposite side of the table, taking a seat beside her. In a split second, she founds herself leaning onto the comfort of his hugs. The universal language that will never gets old, kisses are great and all, but… hugs are even better. He place his arms around her shoulder, as the cold environment around them was a hazy memory.

‘You know you give good hugs don’t you Danny?’ Sienna said in between the hugs, as their drinks started to cool off.

‘Hey, its apart of who I am! Don’t tell Bryce, he once told me that he was the best hugger in Edenbrook.’ A laugh stifled out of her once more, her troubles were behind.

‘Don’t worry, besides Casey; you are definitely a close second.’ She winks at him, as they enjoyed their presumably final moments together.

It was almost dawn, as both of their pagers were paged at the same time. Both of them rushed, at the same time trying to keep in moment as they enjoyed their small company together without any interruptions from the real world.

A few minutes after, they arrived at their pin-point where they would have to say ‘goodbye’. In that moment, without hesitation; a gut feeling inside told her; hug him. It can somehow be your last time seeing his face.

He looks at her in disbelief at first, but who ever declines a hug? He hugs her back, the feeling of comfort that somehow the key of keeping both of them sane is one ways or another. A gesture that she would love to get used to, hugging Danny. Maybe more than the other. After a while, they pulled away. A small smile linger on her face, as she left the nursing station; a contained feeling in her heart. She turns her head back, meeting his eyes once more. He waves from afar, as she waves back as they resume their lives.

And, that morning was the last time she saw his face. The last time she would feel his touch, the final cup of coffee together, and… their final hug. As Danny was one of the victims of Travis’s plan on murdering the Senator.

The sadness from before suddenly felt in her once again, without the comfort of his hugs and words. She felt herself wanting to break down, as the news escaped the lips of Dr. Ramsey.

Sienna tried to stay strong, as she stood behind the glass. With a full of pain in her heart, meeting Casey’s emerald’s which is fill with sympathy. She mouthed, ‘I’m so sorry’. As the tears threatened to fall from her eyes, Jackie scoot towards her way and bring her into the group’s embrace.

‘Don’t you dare die. No coma’s either. Just…hold the line, hear me?’ Her voice booms through the glass, as tear started to fall.

As all of them were ushered away, working on the treatment. Sienna looked back, as she saw Bryce walking into the room with a hazmat suit on him, a small smile on her face; knowing Casey wont be alone for the time being. She glanced back once more, before moving forward with the rest of the team.

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The same smile appeared once more, after Casey was saved. She couldn’t lose another one of the people she cared about, and… she engulfed her with a bear hug, the lost and comfort from the day before started to catch up to her. The day she lost Danny, and the day her best friend is save. Two different events that change her life in a way.

Funerals were meant to celebrate the life that was lived, staring at the black theme-d attire in her room, she wasn’t ready to face it. She wasn’t ready to face the day, where she would see him for the final time. The final time, where she could picture the smile on his face, as the memories from the past days would play in her mind again and again; as a way to comfort her sorrows.

She glanced at her room, somehow looking at it for the first time. Her eyes gaze upon the lines of furniture, and it stops at the wall of pictures. Somehow, all of the good memories from her intern year was on that wall, reminding her the good times of it all. Her eyes stop at one, she remembered it all too well.

A photo, both herself and Danny were sleeping on the couch after the party, that her friends took. She was mad at first, but… she realizes that was one of the earliest memories of herself and Danny, and she was grateful for it.

She didn’t join in the others, as a way to cope herself with all of it. She took the long way down, a way to be with her own thoughts, as after a while; the cemetery was in view. The number of nurses, workers, families, and many more had came by to express their thoughts. A way of remembering the ones that has gone, she glances at the crowd as she stood beside Dr. Ramsey who is somehow standing in the back of it all.

It was silence between them, as she glance upon the familiarity of the voice. It was Casey’s as she takes the lead, a smile upon her face from the stories that she managed to recalled from both Danny’s and Bobby’s time at Edenbrook, they were heroes. They will never be forgotten, somehow; it was one of the things that made saying goodbye very hard.

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Afterwards, she founds herself linger behind. The skies are dark, upon the lost of two souls. Taking a small Laelia Orchid in her hand, making her way to both of them. Her tears stained cheek are visible, through the darkness of the sky. She places the flower in both of their caskets, a final goodbye.

The walk back to the hospital was accompanied by memories, smiles, laughter and even the warmth of his comfort accompanying her way back. She smiled despite it all, knowing that Danny is always going to be there, a comfort for her; as she took a sip of his favorite drink or, the moment where she stumbled at one of the movies from their trip to the Common. A reminder that he is always going to be apart of her, helping her through this life. As a human being, a doctor, a friend… and maybe in another lifetime; something even bigger than before.

She knows that she will see him again, very very soon. 

THE END.

[thoughts-ofthecollective-shadows]

A haha ya dumbass boi accidentally logged into our old account and found himself on our exs tumblr. Why you might ask? Well the thought process was "we finally blocked them on our new account might as well block them here so they cant go through our old shit either." Yeah fucking stupid i know. I didnt see a problem because i was 99% sure they already blocked us on there.... I was incorrect and my dumbass curious brain was like ".... Snoop?" So i fucking did. Karma is a slight bitch cause they have to deal with shit whatevs dont care. What pissed Edd off was the post from dec talking about how much "shit" they had to deal with for 6 years and how they were a fucking doormat..... Suck my fucking cock you manipulative, toxic, narcissistic..... UGH!!!! Considering our Now husband assures us we are not abusive in any way or toxic for that matter i call fucking BULLSHIT. Someone doesnt just change over night so i doubt we changed from this abusive monster you painted us as to who we are now so quickly. We fucking Loved you! We did everything we could to make you happy! We survived homelessness with you! We stood up for you! We stood by you! It was never fucking enough! We made mistakes yes. But NO ONE should have to spend YEARS groveling for forgiveness for a litteral mistake!! Its not like the mistakes were big ones! Like i dunna CHEATING! Youre fucking impossible to make happy! Youll never see this so im just ranting to get it out because we were a fucking idiot! The first time you told us you didnt know if you loved us we should have fucking left. The first time you turned everything against us when we were just trying to express how we felt we shouldve left. The first time you slapped us we shouldve left you. The first time you left us alone in a fucking mcdonalds after we told you we wanted to k*ll ourself, to go over to your weed friends house and cheat on us we should have Fucking left! We should have fucking left so many fucking times. But no we're a fucking idiot. Like fucking hell. We feel nothing for you anymore. There were good relationships among the alters but the shit outweighed the good by a fucking long shot. I loved Chase but he wouldve stood behind the bullshit 100% because he doesnt see the shit like we finally do. Just ugh!!

Im happy for where we are now. Its so much better. We feel loved and accepted and we can make mistakes and talk them out. We can talk about our problems without the fear of being yelled at for shit that happened literal years ago. We can express when something triggers us without being called the bad guy. We feel happy truely happy in our relationship for the first time ever. I wouldnt trade this away in a million years. If we had to go through 6 years of bullshit to get here then it was worth it. It was hell but still worth it. We met our soulmate. We met someone understanding and gentle and loving and cute and cuddly and amazing. They are just..... Perfect for us. Its like our world got flipped in a good way. No more feeling suicidal because there needs to be a bad guy. No more self harm because we cant make them happy. No more guilt for shit we already apologized for. We. Are. Loved!

I hope you find that. But first you need some SERIOUS fucking help. You need to fucking realize that there doesnt need to be a bad guy. Sometimes you did fuck up and thats ok! Just fucking talk through it and fucking forgive yourself. Cause blaming everything on someone else is such fucking bullshit. I talk all this anger because im angry. Because no matter what we say you wont admit you fucked up. You wont admit that you did anything to us. You want it all to be our fault so that you dont have to feel guilty for everything you did. I can safely say we apologized for everything we did wrong. Multiple times i might add. But you wont even admit you did anything that bad. I cant remember if you even apologized for cheating on us.

I know we need to fogive you. It'll help us be less angry but we arent ready to be less angry. We'll probably need therapy to work through that shit. We'll get there. At least ive calmed down after writing this all out.

-Gail

[enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers]

A continuation of this

It was around 2am when Night eye reached the thought to be abandoned factory. He didn’t bother breaking into the factory itself, that’s for all of his nemesis’s inventions to be.

No, he went straight for the factory’s warehouse, where he suspected Artem’s living quarters were set up. With a criminal record like that, Night eye doubted Dr. Artem would manage to rent an apartment, civilian disguise or not. There is no way he could change himself without anyone recognising his voice.

He always enjoyed making everyone know he’s there, always so loud, always making sure every single civilian and hero from a five mile radius (it wasn’t a huge city) knew who he was and what was about to go down. Despite being able to perfectly fuse with shadows and darkness in general, he loved being in the spotlight. He thrived on all the people’s terrified faces, the terror in their eyes, knowing exactly what people are thinking, scared for their lives. It’s as if this was just a game for him, some form of entertainment he could watch back to himself on the tv at night. Night eye didn’t mind it that much, if he was being honest. Go ahead, call him selfish and full of himself. He might be a hero but he isn’t just a 100% pure, golden boy everyone thinks him to be. He craved attention more than anything, to be seen and heard and cared for, and if the hero business let him get that while also helping people and saving their lives, well, let’s just say he wont be retiring anytime soon.

“Huh..” weird… nearly all of the windows were open. Either Artem knew he was coming, or he just wanted some air. And as surprising as it might seem, the latter was more believable.

Night eye didn’t say a word about it during their last encounter, but Artem looked like shit. Dark circles hung below his tired eyes, and as much as he was trying to make up for it with his bantering, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was more exhausted than ever. They were both tired.

Maybe it’s better to just go home… it looked like Artem was serious about not wanting to do anything but sleep tonight. Maybe it really was time to take a day off work.

He stood up and stretched, and then, with magnificent grace, slipped and crashed through the window.

He doesn’t know how or why his legs decided this was such a great plan, but there is no going back now. Curse whoever designed this poor excuse of a building!

He landed with a loud and painful thud. He was lucky enough that Artem was not in the room currently, but he suspected a horde of guards might barge in any second now.

Not taking any chances of letting them know what came in through the window, he frantically searched through all the shit that was lying around in this corner of the room. He found a short stack of papers on a desk and a small rock.

He was confused for a second, then looked up from where he found the rock and saw a broken window, very lazily barricaded with a couple of wooden planks and duct tape. An evil genius inventor who fixes windows like this had a certain charm to them, that is no doubt, but he still had very little time before the guards came rushing in.

Night eye made quick work of getting his pen out of his pocket (every superhero had one with themselves for the fans, don’t judge him) and hastily tried to write a few threatening lines on it. He used some of the remaining duct tape from the same desk to carefully attach the note to the rock, and placed it in a decent spot so it looked like a full grown man totally didn’t just make their biggest fuck up in history, but another villain was screwing with them.

He didn’t know if his nemesis had any complications with other villains in town, but his thoughts halted just right then, as a single henchman slowly opened the door and poked their head in, just right after he successfully lunged in a not-so-great-but-will-do-for-now hiding spot. Their eyes settled on the rock, and thankfully not on the small piece of his cape hanging out from his hiding spot, because wow, yeah, Night eye really was getting out of shape.

“Ugh, it’s another one of these!” They shouted as they picked up and held up the rock to show to the person on the other side of the doorway. “Looks like we wont be sleeping anytime soon…” Henchman added. A loud, tired and dramatic sigh was heard as Dr. Artem entered the room.

“Oh come on, this is the seventh one this week! The hell does he want now?” He asked his servant. ‘Him?’ What does he mean by him? So he IS having some complications with another villain! But what complications? Well maybe if you’d stop your stupid internal monologue, you’d hear a damn thing he’s saying!

“I don’t get it, we already gave him what he asked for!” He said with a whine and sighed. “What does this one say?” Artem took a few more steps toward his henchman, already looking frustrated and anxious.

“Hmm… weird,” “Just spit it out already, Lye.” Ordered Artem at his henchman, Lye it seems, “Huh, looks like empty threats to me. Almost fake? I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Lye furrowed his brows. “Fake?” Artem idly wondered as he looked up at the window. What’s with all this brow furrowing? Now Artem is doing it too… What are they thinking about??

Night eye remained still, already not liking how his nemesis was looking at the gigantic hole he made in the window. He started sweating, his heartbeat syncing up with the echoes of the supervillain’s boots on the dusty floor.

It stopped. He stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

Maybe it wasn’t the best choice of action to hide behind the flimsiest pile of cardboard boxes.

He could only make out the bastard’s shadow, leaning forward. The silhouette of his head changed, puffed up slightly, indicating that damned, annoying, smug smile of his had just appeared on his face.

As if things couldn’t have gotten worse, Night eye very quickly realized why he was getting more and more worked up. Dr. Artem can manipulate and become shadows. He can see him. He can see him and he’s smiling at him and Night is screwed.

“Well well well, how nice of you to drop in,” He said with a honey covered tone, so sweet and so cold at the same time. And so so awful because that stupid pun nearly made him smile too.

He watched him step out of the wall, out of his own shadow (Which Night eye was still not used to, by the way, it’s quite terrifying) and kneeling down before the now very very embarrassed superhero.

“You know, I was telling the truth back there.” “For once.” Night eye quickly cut in Artem’s word, which he only found amusing. “Yes, well, you see, I have quite a busy schedule ahead, and none of it involves you. For once.” He added the last bit with an evil purr. They were very close. Oh god they were very close and he couldn’t not think about it and this idiot decided this was a good time to be flirting again. Curse him. Curse his evilness and curse his stupid smile and his genius inventions and his well thought out plans and his cute face wHICH WAs very close and- “Now, as much as I like seeing your red, flustered face, I have some very important matters to attend to.” He gave him one last smug look before he stood up. “Another one of your evil schemes for your oh so busy schedule?” He tried for some banter but he was suddenly met with a very tired and serious enemy, and a flat answer. “Sleep.”

With that Artem turned on his heel, all the flirty glances and flustering words vanished, and asked Lye to tie Night eye up and get him in a cell.

No. He wasn’t having any of this. He wasn’t even captured damnit, he had no idea why he just sat there and listened to his enemy’s words without doing a damn thing. He lunged at Lye, the poor boy not even expecting it was quickly knocked out. Night eye made a run for the exit, and while on his way there, he only caught a fleeting glimpse of Dr. Artem through the small hallway, looking back at him with a very tired expression, one hand still on the doorframe, and the quickest, smallest of smiles made its way onto his face. It wasn’t a malicious one, like during their battles, it wasn’t a teasing smirk like the ones in their random flirting fits. It was a small, content, genuine smile.

Yep, that man was really out of it, it seems.

Night eye nearly ran face first into the wall next to the exit door, but thankfully he managed not to embarrass himself even more today.

Maybe they both were.

Night got home around 3am. He sat down at his desk, trying to remember what information he got out of this… interaction. His nemesis has got some beef with another villain, he’s super exhausted, and he better not do that shadow trick ever again because it makes his spine crawl. Plus his hideout is in the old factory and the warehouse. Just like he should’ve suspected but was too dumb to do so.

Well, there goes his good night’s sleep.

He will have to investigate further though, now that he knows where the other lives.

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It was 4:30am.

His back ached, along with his eyes and head.

He had been sitting at his desk for hours, already lost track of time. Just when he thought his headache couldn’t get any worse, his door slowly creaked open. “Sir? I’ve looked through the reports, none of them states Meghan’s activities clearly.” Lye sighed tiredly.

“Ugh, of course that snake would cover up his tracks everywhere…” Artem was at a loss of what to do. Not only was one of the biggest supervillains in town out to get him, but he also had to take care of his nemesis so he wouldn’t get involved.

Meghan and superheroes were a touchy subject. It was all over the news, the day a hero got brutally murdered by a gang of supervillains. Supervillains led by Meghan, of course. If a hero was naive enough, or had a heart of gold, they stood no chance.

He was more than a villain. He was a monster. And he was coming for him.

He knew it was a bad sign when Meghan visited him in jail, tried to kill him right then and there, because it wasn’t a real attempt. It was a warning. Not just any warning, a warning that meant you’ve crossed the line and you’re done for.

As of what line he’d crossed, Artem had no idea. They made a deal, everything was taken care of, and they agreed to go on their separate ways.

But of course, Meghan wanted something else, which Artem could never give him.

Himself.

He doesn’t know if he meant as a henchman, or a lab rat, or whatever else, but he was in danger.

And of course, of fucking course, his little golden boy is too stubborn to take a small break and let things play out between the two evildoers so he doesn’t risk his life.

Artem put down the papers on his desk. He was working all night, reading thorugh every single report he could find, to maybe get an idea about what Meghan was planning for him. With each minute passing, his anxiety got worse and worse, constantly feeling he’s just wasting time until it’s too late. The shaking was getting worse, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think-

Knocking.

Small, faint, knocking.

Lye froze beside him. He slowly got up from his desk, head pounding, heart beating faster than ever. The knocking did not get any louder or quieter. Just the same three low knocks repeating again and again, getting more and more unsettling.

No, no please not now-

The knocking stopped. Everything stopped, the sounds, his own breathing, his cognitive thought process- even time itself. It stopped.

Somehow that just made it worse.

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Oof my boy’s in trouble, hopefully I wont be too cruel in the next chapter.

Also if you liked this and have ideas for other snippets, my inbox is always open for hero x villain requests! And if you lke this story I’m writing with my characters, please let me know if you’d like to see what happens next to them!

(Constructive criticism is always welcome)

[worangetravellertravels]

A Travel To An Orange Sky V: Morning

Me and... my whispering self (”we need a better name!”) finally arrive home right at the dawn of day and... and...

“Why did we got this home? Oh that one IS an old memory! And it was basically”

THE VIEW

Behind our home we could see a distant yet lovely close countryside, full of farms and fruit trees, all of them obviouslly separated by fences, each separating and showing to us a different world, maybe similar but at the same time SO different from one another... behind all that we could see small brown and green hills that on a cold morning like today felt like a couple of ice cream balls and above those hills? The sun, just now shily coming up after a crazy and weird night inside my head... and something more. The sky? was a lively and bright orange

“Our favorite color”...

... Only because of a drink and cartoons.

We stared at the sun and the start of a new day without saying anything, not a whisper to be heard... thought I felt their presence with me, they were archiving and enjoying this memory inmensly... finally a proper nice thing to remember

“You have plenty of good memories... but you NEED new ones and the routine of your life doesnt always leave you up for them... besides with time some memories get... spoiled...”

I started to remember, dont ask me why, of the time I was in an online relationship with a girl, we were both in highschool, we fooled around and had fun... and one day when I was getting ready for a journey she called me and the only time I heard her talk she said “I love you”, I call her back and said the same... but then after a while we broke up because well... young teens in a recently born internet? Was silly... I think its the only time a girl has told me the love me, romantically at least.

...

“You’re crying now, we’re crying now... sorry... it just came to me! That’s like a curse or some shit, I just bring the memories back, I can’t always choose which I bring”

I wiped the tears away... and smiled

“Huh?”

Then what we need... is better memories for us to move on.

“What’s with the cocky smile? You have a pla... oh... I LIKE IT!”

So do I Worange... so do I.

“Worange? Is that my name now?”

I think? two random favorite things of me blend together

“That doesn’t make much sense”

We never have, have we?

“... shit you’re right”

And so I finally went back home to rest... and plan.

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It’s morning and 7:44 am I dont wanna go to work

“But we want money to buy shit so get moving, no time for breakfast but you can buy something even just a candy, just eat something”

UGH okay okay. Thankfully the train station has a candy cart outside. My morning is the same as any monday, same routine same week, same feeling of wanting saturday to be already here... there is one difference though.

“Hey I remember the first time you listened to this story! you didnt thought much of it at the time but everytime you listen it pisses you off more and more and...”

Yeah, I guess it’s because I hate people being guilted and they were forcing him to pick a side, by basically being dicks... but I guess the development all the character got late rin the story made it worth it to me

“Still annoying”

Me and my whisperes (or Worange how I call it) are now on better terms. They still bug me and bring back bad memories or annoying ones... but either I listened or argue with them or sometimes if im lucky THEY bring me a good memory to listen. It’s weird you know? It’s like they say You’re your own best friend? and also your worst critic? That’s Worange to me... I just need to remember how to handle them...

“But you wont always will...”

Yeah I know, nothing is perfect. It’s not like magically you will stop being the obnoxious whisper in my shoulder... I just need to be more aware so we have a way to deal with it.

“And also...”

OKAY SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH! 

“Hehehehe... okay”

We actually have a plan. It will take a while to get there but since Worange seems to be related to memories... memories is what I’m gonna give them. I decided to begin writing stuff of my day eveyday, even the smallest things can be a better memory that routine day number 2534315 And there’s... something else...

I already have the letter done so when summer gets here? My three weeks will be spent traveling the country, following the road behind my home and seeing what the world has to offer. For better and Worse... I’ll become a traveller... and see if I can see an orange sky again.

“That’s gonna be... too many sentiments to describe to be honest”

It truly will... hopefully is worth it.

“You’re alive... so it is.”

THE TRAVELLER AND WORANGE WILL RETURN SOMEDAY... IN SEARCH FOR ANOTHER ORANGE SKY

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Notes:

Part 5 of 5 of a bigger story event. I THINK I FINALLY HAVE  ABETTER IDEA WHAT MY BOOK WILL BE ABOUT! And this arc was a prologue to it... It wasnt my original idea, but around day 3 it evolved into it... random thanks in order:

@elphaba-fang a crazy event Idea that finally made me get back to writing, thanks

@ask-sayori-ddlc things can be depressing... but YOU are who decide to look at them in the best or worst light possible... indirectly you taught me that, thank you.

@ej121 thanks for your comments and feedback, I will finally play Celeste... someday, smash comes first xD

@mars-the-4th-planet and @misterjukebox8 you get a thanks just for being my friends this time... nothing wrong with that right? :P

and thanks specially to @tsunderydander... you reminded me I like to write... and that escalated into this... and hopefully more. Thanks my friend

Music to end this story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nbN5gXVPxI

[thedyslexicbard]

Mean Girls Part 2

A/N okay so part one blew up in two days so  wow thanks so much and i have been requested for a part two  so here it is if you want more just ask ill be happy to and if you want to be tagged by all means just ask 

Wednesday Lunch

“Look at you that top is so cute Y/N” Liz exclaimed as Y/N sat down at the table 

“thanks erm i think its Gucci-” 

“SHUT UP !! let me see the tag” Liz stood rounding the table to look at the tag on Y/N top “holy shit its even better its the Chanel knit sweater ” Liz screamed sitting next to Y/N 

Beckie leaned in in began to speak in a hushed tone “well seeming as you are one of us now its time to lay down some ground rules: Number one You cant wear a tank top two days in a row, and only have your hair in a pony tail once a week and you chose today which is fine.” Y/N smiled

 “oh and we only wear Jeans or track suits on Friday's oh and if you break any of these rules you cant sit with us at lunch and not just you but any of us so like if i was wearing jeans today i would be sat over there at the weirdo table” 

Beckie motioned to the table Ned and Peter were being adorable dorks

 “oh and we always vote to see if you can eat lunch with us because you have to be considerate to the rest of the group, like you wouldn't by a skirt without asking us first if it looks good on you”

“i wouldn’t” Y/N became lost she had no idea this is normal girl world stuff she just lived on 5 cups of coffee, 2 hours of sleep and mainly spent free time in the Lab with her dad  or helping the Avengers on missions being the ‘guy in the chair’

“Exactly” Beckie Finished tucking into her salad, Y/N was overwhelmed with information 

for the next 2 minuets the table sat in silence Y/N Looked over at Peter he had his right hand holding his head whilst he dreamily watched his girlfriend Y/N let out a giggle waving to him, he noticed and nearly choked on his sandwich as he fumbled around trying to wave back Y/N stifled her laugh earning her a questionable look from the plastics. Liz opened up her sandwich 

“hey is Butter a carb?”

“what?” Y/N was confused she could understand her dad asking this question when he was sleep deprived and running off gluten free waffles but the ex head of the decathlon was a new level,

“Ugh whatever im getting cheese fries” Beckie watched Liz leave for the line before asking 

“So Y/N got you eye on any guys here?”

“errm well peter and I have been dating for a few months-”

“OMG NO You can’t Date Peter he was Lizs ex boyfriend he left her at homecoming alone! friends ex boyfriends are of limits to friends thats like the rules of feminism  

“thats not it works”

“i wont tell Liz what you said it will be our little secret”

“what secret?”Liz spoke her mouth full of chips 

“oh you know th-”

“OMG you should totes invite Y/N to your house tonight liz” Britney interrupts twirling her hair between her fingers  

“totes, so do you wanna come over?”

“oh errm ill have to-” Y/N hesitated 

“great see you after school” and with that Liz, Beckie and Britney left in unison.

“Hey Y/N how was being a plastic?” peter slung his arm Y/N planting a kiss on her temple, 

“horrible i bet” MJ answered with a smirk 

“horrible is an understatement she thought butter was a carb and now i’m invited to go over to her house tonight” Y/N whined dropping her head in hers hands 

“but tonight is Lego and star wars night!!” 

“Yeah Y/N you said you were going to help me and Ned finish the new rebel base” Peter looked at his girlfriend pulling her into a hug 

“god you three are such nerds anyway see you nerds later”

“Bye MJ,, Look i tried to get out of i really did and-” before y/N could finish Liz, Britney and Beckie pulled up in a porche

“GET IN LOSER WERE GOING”

“ill see you later” y/n Kissed peter goodbye before getting in the car 

“Wow your house is so nice” Y/N commented looking at the modern structure  trying not to sound mean 

“i know right” Liz said smugly strolling to the front door before Y/N could follow Beckie pulled her to one side 

“make sure you check out her moms boob job there hard as rocks” Y/N was shocked by the comment as she continued into the house she followed the plastics to the kitchen

“im home” Liz shouted  the sound of music blasted from the tv as an older woman dressed head to toe in a pink velvet track suit emerged from behind the counter 

“Hey, hey, hey how are my girlfriends?” she smiled 

“Hey Ms. Toomes this is Y/N Stark” Beckie greeted motion towards Y/N

“well hello” sh 

“Oh hi”

“Welcome to our home Y/N” she walked towards Y/N embracing her into a hug ‘Holy Shit this is like trying to hug dad in his suit’ Y/n thought as the woman crushed her with her chest 

“i Just want you to know if you need anything don’t be shy okay.. there are no rules in this house im not like a regular mom im a cool mom right liz”

“please stop talking”  Liz smiled walking towards her room with the others in tow 

“okay im gonna make you girls a hump day treat ” she called after them 

“This is your room?” Y/N asked, compared to hers it was kind of small she moved around the bed looking at various pictures and books Liz had on the shelves 

“well it was my parents room before dad got locked up so i got it instead” Liz took off her shoes and headed towards the mirror 

Y/N noticed a picture of Peter and Liz on homecoming she felt a pain shoot through her body Why would she have a picture of peter and her together? she thought before being interrupted 

“omg i like love this song, Hey Y/N do you even know who sings this?” Liz asked as she noticed Y/N looking at the picture

“err the spice girls?” Y/N didnt care she only listened to old rock songs or anything that her dad was playing in the lab 

“haha omg that’s so cute shes like an alien” Liz laughed 

“OMG My hips are huge” Britney cried 

“oh please i hate my calves” 

“Ugh at least you can wear halters i have man shoulders” Liz whined

Y/N only new a person could be either fat or skinny but since knowing the plastics she found that so much could be wrong. Y/N train of thought derailed as all three of the girls looked at her “Oh um i have really bad sense of fashion” before anyone could comment Lizs mom entered the room 

“Hey you guys happy hour is from 4 to 6″ Ms Toomes walked in carrying a tray of  cocktails, the girls each took one Y/N looked at the red concoction#

 “hey um is there alcohol in this?” Y/N asked hesitantly picking up the glass if her dad found out she had even a drop of alcohol before her 21st birthday there would be hell to play   

Ms. Toomes gasped “oh god hunny no what kind of mother do you think i am ... why do you want a little bit if you are going to drink id rather you do it in the house”

“Oh no thank you” Y/N sipped the cocktail avoiding eye contact with the woman 

“Oh my god look at this” Britney sighed pulling out a pink book labled ‘Burn Book’

“ugh i haven't looked at that in ages”

“come check it out Y/N its our Burn Book we cut out girls pictures from the year book and write stuff about them” beckie and britney flipped through the pages “Mary Jane the-” 

“wait who is that next to her” Britney asked pointing to Ned 

“oh that’s Ned hes to Dorky to function” Y/N said earning a laugh from the girls 

“thats funny put that in” Liz  laughed ‘oh shit i guess it was only okay when peter and MJ said it’ Y/N thought “hey errm thanks for inviting me over but i have to go” 

“so soon such a shame Y/N well see you tomorrow!” Liz pouted hugging Y/N goodbye 

“Hey screwdriver how was school?” Tony greeted his daughter as she entered the tower Y/N threw herself on the couch face first getting a sympathetic pat on the head from Nat 

“horrible this sweater is so itchy, i had dinner with the three stooges and i was asked if butter was a carb” 

“is it a carb?” 

“SHUT UP BARTON” Tony and y/N shouted in unison at Clint who threw his hands up in response,

A/N: Heck this was slightly longer than i anticipated but here it is mean girls part 2 enjoy i had a lot of fun writing this i might do a part 3 if you want XX ~Jess

[thebibliosphere]

#the cursed child#write more bibliomom#write about draco spatting 'potter' when he spots harry at Albus' and Scorpius' wedding reception#lmao#they see each other several times a year#and draco always greets him with that#and harry always hisses 'malfoy' back#al and scorpius roll their eyes#they know they just do it for the vine

@plumadesatada well, you kinda asked for it and this is where my head went. maybe I’ll make it a series of drabbles :p

(Apologies for the lack of cut, I’m on mobile but I can add one in later)

The platform seems unusually busy this year, and for a moment Harry wonders if it’s just his imagination but he knows it’s not. He’s had the conversation with Hermione in her office about the sudden increase in the magic population in the UK. It’s taken almost twenty years, but the birth rate has finally gone up and they’re starting to recover from the death tolls of the Wizarding Wars.

These are the children born in the aftermath. 

The realization is making him weirdly emotional. But maybe that’s just seeing Lily with her own owl on her arm, her luggage being pushed by an obliging Teddy Lupin who despite being graduated for the last three years, showed up to see her off.

It’s likely a mixture of things. He’s about to turn to his two boys and ask them if they’ve got everything (for the millionth time because inevitably something has been forgotten—there’s always something forgotten) when Albus pushes past him with a happy whoop, wheeling his cart recklessly through the crowd. It takes him a moment to realize what has caught his attention, when he spies the blond hair and feels some of his nostalgia curdle. 

Malfoy’s face—caught off guard in an indulgent smile—also stiffens, the two fathers drawn together as their sons reunite animatedly. It’s only been three weeks since Scorpius had joined them for the Quiditch match up in Brighton, but you’d think it had been an eternity from the way Albus practically flings himself bodily at the taller boy.

“Potter,” the other man spits, seemingly unable to say his name any other way.

“Malfoy.” Harry acknowledges him shortly. 

Somewhere behind him, James makes the wise decision to follow after his sister than hang around listening to his father and his oldest rival spit civilities at each other like hissing tomcats.

“Busy this year.” Malfoy comments, grey eyed gaze darting to his son when Scorpius laughs loudly at something Albus has said.

“Seems so.” Harry agrees, forced to smile hurriedly as someone recognizes him, squeezes his arm and says a hurried thank you before rushing on with their offspring towards the train.

“Still Mister Famous then.” Malfoy notes, thin smile ticking up a notch. “I do wonder people don’t have better things to talk about.”

Still infamous then, is on the tip of his tongue when he notes the wide berth people are giving the Malfoys, but he clamps down on the impulse. Scorpius might hear him, and from what Albus has told him the boy gets enough bullying from his peers without hearing it from his elders. And he promised himself long ago he’d never be That adult.

“Yea well,” Harry replies, flashing him a grin that borders of friendly but not quite. “We can’t all be married to the new Chief Sports Editor of the Prophet.”

Malfoy snorts at that, eyebrow raising as he gives Harry what he’s almost sure is an amused look. “Too true.”

“Ugh,” Albus says from somewhere near Harry’s shoulder, “Come on, they’ll be at this all day, lets get some sweets for the train.”

“You’ve already got sweets for the train.” Scorpius replies, but following after Albus anyway, dark and fair heads bobbing together as they move around each other, like planets orbiting one another, bound by an invisible force. 

“He’s getting tall.” Malfoy says, also watching the boys go and idly catching his son’s abandoned luggage cart with his foot, reminding Harry to do the same, managing to stop the listing cart before it rolls away.

“So is Scorpius.”

“Do you think we were that tall at their age?”

“I think others probably thought so.”

“Hm.” It’s a polite, almost congenial sound which Harry takes as his opening.

“I hear congratulations are in order.”

Malfoy turns to face him again, pale eyes wary but curious. “Oh?”

“I hear Astoria is expecting again.”

“Ah, yes.” Malfoy smiles, and this time there is no malice, no pretense at haughty collectedness. It reaches all the way to his eyes with a pure kind of joy, and for a moment Harry can see Scorpius’ face so clearly it hurts him to think of the kind of childhood either of them could have had were it not for the circumstances of their birth. “Yes. March of next year, we think.”

“Congratulations. I hope she’s doing well.”

Malfoy inclines his head again, his joy tempering into something gentler at the real implied meaning. “Yes,” he agrees. “Things are much better this time.”

There’s a crash by the convection stand, and without even turning Harry knows it’s something he’s going to have to pay for.

“Kids, eh?” he says, feeling sheepish at the look of paternal horror dawning on Malfoy’s face as he peers over Harry’s shoulder.

"Boys, here now.” Malfoy says, calling them like they’re well trained hounds as he pushes past Harry towards the stand. “I’m so sorry, do allow me to make amends.”

“Oh, no!” Harry rounds quickly, “My fault...probably...allow me.”

“Absolutely not, Potter, I wont hear of it.”

“Oh yes you bloody will.”

Covered in foaming pumpkin juice and sparkling tongue dancers, Scorpius and Albus share a look. 

“Do you think they’ll always be like this?” Albus asks, taking an experimental lick of his sticky hand, the juice and dancers apparently melding to make some sort of growing taffy. It’s surprisingly good. He should tell uncle Ron and George about it for the shop.

“Probably.” Scorpius replies, attempting in vain to scrape himself clean.

“Where on earth is oh.” Albus smiles sheepishly up at his mother as she comes to a halt in front of them. She glances between the boys, and then to her bickering husband who is all but manhandling Scorpius’ father out of the way. “Merlin’s Beard. Right, you two.”

“Is she talking to us or them?”

“Them,” Albus says with certainty. He knows when his mother is directing that tone at him. “Definitely them.”

[mywildloves]

So, let me give you guys an idea of whats been going on since I was active on a daily basis here. 

Ive finally admitted to myself that the fact that I lost my job was my fault. I developed a severe mental illness due a multitude of factors I had no control over, but, my illness and the therapy got in the way of my job performance, and my presence in the lab. Its like, yeah I didnt expect my brain to decompose and I certainly didnt know how to deal with that, but at the same time the responsibility of trying to do the very best I could was mine. And I didnt. And thats why Im here. I carry a lot of guilt about it.

Being unemployed for this long has been really scary. Ive been out of work since June and Ive only had two interviews and nothings come out of them. I have a feeling that no one in NYC will take me because they all know my boss and they dont want him to think theyve “poached” me from his lab. That was one of the concerns that a woman from one institution had. She said she still had to keep up a relationship with the members of the microscopy community, and didnt want my employment with her to cause a deterioration of the relationship she has with my former lab. Could be bullshit, maybe hiring me is a risk... and its hard to know that that fact IS my fault. That I should have handled the therapy and the effect of my mental illness more professionally. They call me because Im qualified, but then they wont take me because of where I used to work. I feel like either I need to move to a new state, or change professions. I love microscopy though. I do. I want to stay there. I want to contribute to the knowledge. I want to be part of the effort. Science excites me.  

Theres one job that Im still waiting on, and its the one I REALLY REALLY WANT, but I havent gotten much of a response to the few emails Ive sent. Im showing them that Im enthusiastic about the position without being overbearing and irritating. I sent the guy I interviewed with a “thank you for your time” email, like youre supposed to. And then I sent him an email with a few questions, since he said it would be understandable that after the interview I might have some questions that didnt come to mind during the interview. No answer. Then I emailed his assistant to see if the position had been filled and she said that nothing has happened with that position that shes aware of and that he and the other PI on the project have been travelling a lot, and to “stay tuned” for more info. The feeling I got from that interview was that they werent in a rush to get someone. 

I asked him if waiting for me to relocate would be an issue as this position is in Boston and finding a place to live, a school for my kids, some kind of day care situation, etc, would take time. His answer was “Well, were not interested in finding the person who can start as soon as possible, were looking for the right person. If you told me you couldnt make it until May, then we might have to talk about getting that time frame a little closer” So... Im not out of the pool. He didnt even want references as he said that he knew a bunch of people from Einstein (where I used to work) that now work for their company. I know who hes talking about, and thats a very very very good thing. 

Strangely, a company based in France that works on temperature controllers for microscopes contacted me. That was the thing I was trying to patent, and build while I was working at my old job. No one knows about that except for you guys, vaguely, and the people in my old lab. How word got to some start up company in France is beyond me.

Ugh, enough about the job thing. I know, that was a lot but thats whats front and center here.

 In other news, Im now 125 lbs! Much better than the 105 lbs I had dropped to. It was gross. Being 105 lbs isnt gross, but the quickness at which I lost it gave me saggy skin and even though I looked good in clothes, naked, I was a mess. Just a horror show. Now Im filling it out and the yoga is REALLY helping me tone up. Ive been eating more and taking the kids to the playground after school a lot (since winter will be here before you know it and those days will be few and far between). When I take them to the park I dont do the sitting on the bench playing with my phone thing. I play. I love the playground, so while Im having fun Im also moving and exercising. All of Dylans friends like me a lot because I engage them while their parents are all squawking in the parent clique, and Im there to have fun with them all. Dylans “girlfriend” really likes me too. We had a jumping competition last time I went. Who could jump the longest off of the highest step on this one jungle gym thing. It was like 4 steps high, so I wasnt putting her in danger, but it was cute. I did save her from some bigger boys that were picking her up and swinging her around and boy did I read them the riot act. 

Dylan got 100% on his first test, which was a spelling test, and of course Im so proud of him, but at the same time Im also pretty peeved that he had to take a test in the first grade. I dont know, maybe Im too soft, but at 6 years old theyre still babies and they dont need tests yet. What if they dont do well? Thats hard for a 6 year old. Its unnecessary at their age IMO.

Theres so much more but Ive written a shit ton here that no one is going to read because of length, so Ill write more as I think about it. Its just a hard time right now, but really Im making the best of it. Im owning my shit and trying as hard as I can to fix it. The time Im getting with my kids is really awesome, and its a privilege honestly. Ill cherish this forever. I wish I could make some money while doing it, but thats almost impossible after not having established myself at any kind of company. I dont even care what I do. I just want to stay here. I thought about selling artwork but Im afraid Im not good enough for that. Theres just so much to figure out but not a whole lot of time.  

Anyway, talk soon. 

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 63 - PHI - Brandon Montour

The Flyers tonight are a really tough pill to swallow. Ugly mascots that end up changing the game aside, overly optimistic Sabres fans such as myself have been looking up in the standings at who these guys can catch, rather frustratingly so as of late. With a Flyers win tonight they surprise the Sabres from behind and hop ahead of them in the standings. Can you imagine that violent, orange cookie monster impersonator surprising you from behind? Want to hear another surprise from behind, no this isn’t a sex joke: Marco Scandella paired with Brandon Montour. OH VETERAN, MY VETERAN! WHATSOEVER WOULD COACH HOUSLEY DO WITHOUT YOU! Housley’s prioritization of veteran minutes is going to be a whole paragraph in the Season Retrospective isn’t it? Yea, THE SEASON RETROSPECTIVE THAT WILL HAPPEN IN APRIL IF HE CAN’T PROPERLY UTILIZE THIS ROSTER! Ok, stop, Andrew. Optimism; remember the optimism with which you started this blog. Ugh, what different days those were. Speaking of not making the playoffs, let’s talk trash about the last team the Sabres played in the playoffs! Philadelphia, the past of this match up it that old ballad about working class cities just smashing their blue-collar lunch pals at each other as hard as possible. The world and the NHL has changed and now a playoff matchup between these two teams looks more like it would be a speed-skill bonanza then any kind of grit-for-grit hockey men party. The Sabres are building something new while the Flyers are copying the Penguins model: yeah, I said Penguins! Sabretooth wasn’t wearing pants when Gritty wasn’t even a sparkle in Jakub Voracek’s eye yet! 2011’s rematch is a going to go for the Sabres in 6, you sloppy copycats. That was fun; too bad it’s going to make this next part harder. This was the night the playoffs died. But no, you’re New Look Sabres, you preach taking a New Look at this team time and time again! How can you say its over!? Well, eight points with twenty games left will do that to you. Luckily, we’re not focusing on that tonight.

New Flyer Ryan Hartman set the tone of this game leveling Rasmus Dahlin along the boards early. Zach Bogosian and the old-time hockey alliance came crashing in like you know and instigator penalty, other penalty, whatever-whatever it panned out to nothing. Want to know why contemporary hockey fans don’t give a shit about keeping fighting in the game old boys club? It doesn’t help. At best it gives your team a moderate morale boost at worst it chops years off dudes’ lives. Whatever, it didn’t help the Sabres win this game. If the Sabres weren’t outshot each period they were certainly outplayed. By eight minutes in the Flyers were already up 2-0 on the backs of Oskar Lindblom and Jakub Voracek. Let’s get something out of the way: this loss wasn’t because of Carter Hutton. He was left out to dry and when we look back on this season their will be poetry in that. More and more every year this club is Jack Eichel and friends. Our favorite Patriots fan put this team on his back and made us believe again like Tom Brady! Ok, that was gross to write. I’m sorry you had to read that. I’m going to collect myself now. Jack Eichel did get the puck from Skinner and did toe drag a fucking bullet in there, but the period ended 2-1 and even the grossly optimistic types like me still kind of felt this crap wasn’t going to get much better. Like the cold, cruel march of time closer to death the Sabres would get scored on once they began to give us hope. 15 minutes into the second period James van Riemsdyk redirects a puck in front and gets the orange boys up 3-1. What is that? This is one of those game Casey Mittelstadt flashes the kind of brilliance we’ll get from him on the regular in a year and a half or so? Awesome, New Sabre Brandon Montour gets the play going in the defensive zone that would eventually end in Casey Mittelstadt tapping in a goal via Evan Rodrigues and Conor Sheary. 3-2 Flyers would be the high-water mark of this game for the Sabres as the only positive highlight of the third period would be Travis Sandheim doing his Sabres ten game winning streak impression and crashing the net less then a minute in to get the Flyers their two-goal lead back. Whatever whatever, Claude Giroux, whatever whatever, can you believe they eliminated Caelynn on the Bachelor, whatever whatever; Sabres lose 5-2 in regulation and give up another spot in the standings falling to a full eight points back. The Panthers might still win their game at the posting of this and they can hop over the Blue and Gold too because irony has no bounds in the season of the ten-game winning streak that saw no playoffs.

So yes, it’s not over until the fat lady sings. There is a ridiculous scenario where the Sabres win 65-75% of their remaining games to sneak into the playoffs. As I began saying last night, start cushioning the blow now, fam. Enjoy what’s left of the ride but start thinking about what’s for dinner. I’m letting my soccer side out starting now. Hell, I just posted on my politics blog for the first time in like a month. Let loose, Spring is officially 21 days away even if playoffs aren’t. However, this is not how I’m ending the blog today. No sir: we have a new player to celebrate. Brandon Montour had about as decent a game as you can have in a loosing effort on the road when your new coach insists on putting you with a negative player that is really only in because he’s been in the league for a while. I mentioned Montour being the catalyst of the Mittelstadt goal play earlier, but Montour made some good moves in this game. He broke up a lot of opposition passes in the defensive zone, more than you expected before with this Sabres defense. For all you suburban hockey dads he also laid out a decent hit or two in the third period that feels right in a game against the Flyers. He made his mistakes too, struggling in the offensive zone shortly before the JVR goal. Nonetheless Montour is a clear addition to this team and if shit ever gets better here for a Sabres fan I have a feeling #62 will be a part of it. This one just hurt, and I very much look forward to turning my attention to the Rochester Americans for tomorrow’s Amerks Angle update. I’ll be discussing banners in that one so if you need a palette cleanser check back tomorrow.

In fact, cross-promotion city here because how long can we talk about this dreadful team, if you got an eye for Soccer, I have a whole soccer blog at Rochester Rhinos Outsider if you want to check in on that. I also have a politics blog but let’s keep it in the sports family for right now. Right now: I just want you to like, share and drop a comment on this post. Let’s commiserate together because now, with the deadline past this is the bed we’re sleeping in from now until April 6th, fam. I’d love to hear from you. If you’ve read this far you probably won’t mind a conversation with me either. Reply or @ me on twitter or DM on twitter or Tumblr. If you’re only on this blog because I posted that neat little graph last night, stick around, there’s another one of those coming Saturday! No matter what you’re here for, it’s the Sabres that brought us all together and no matter how ass they maybe they can’t take that from us! Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. In all the busy-ness of the last few days I forgot to mention Kyle Okposo is back already. Evidently his concussion was only slightly worse than Jeff Skinner’s ankle injury and he’s already back! I like to think fan support helped that along.

[sunshineonamission-blog]

January 30th Wednesday 1:38AM

So basically Tuesday

Do i even remember this morning

This morning I woke up and I was just so. Tired. So tired. Like hard to move in a literal way. 

It was either this morning or yesterday - I think yesterday but when I went to open my blinds to let the light in it was like blue. Maybe that was Monday. Anyway.

Last night I slept in the dark with the door completely closed and the kitchen light off. I guess there was nothing scary to me about the dark anymore.

This morning I took a painful shower and I got dressed in my lined mom jeans that I’ve been avoiding and my grey turtleneck, and my denim jacket. I knew I’d sweat through the turtleneck. I was in denial. I packed a bag. I made some tea. I put my last lara bar in my pocket. I walked to Ryder. 

Meeting with Jesse at 8:45. Was amazing. 

I blabbed and he actually made sense of it. 

So. Sounds like you like to make shit. 

Yeah. 

If you wanna do the new york thing and pound the pavement for a while you can. If you want to stay in boston... you can. 

“I’m not fuckin corporate Northeastern. I want what’s best for you”

“You have permission to act. To be a theatre artist.”

“I give you permission to not know what you’re doing right now.”

- Summer. Berkshire Theatre Co. or Shakespeare & Co. or work and make money and “make a bunch of shit. get your friends. --> his best man runs Shakes, he used to run Berkshire: “it’s... grueling. if you wanna kinda pay your dues and train...”

- Fall. As many studio classes as possible. Acting 2. 

- Playwriting, Directing, movement at some point, voice& speech, viewpoints

- He said I could get into movement right now. Ugh. Yesterday was the last day to drop a class without “withdrew” on transcript. 

- If I wanna do a BFA program and just grind it out and wear black every day and be in a conservatory setting I can- probably not gonna be this year. That’s okay.

- MFA is an option. Maybe not recommended unless you have a trust fund or a strong desire to teach

- “Your makeup as a human being seems right. To be an actor. You have a seriousness but also a goofiness. You need both.”

“For the sake of your health, just maybe breathe...”

“You have time.”

“I know a lotta actors who direct. My wife does. I know directors who act sometimes.”

It’s weird right. You’re here for theatre and surrounded by like. STEM majors. They’re robots. 

Keep the conversation going when I need to. 

Advice for acting & life: don’t wait for someone to teach you. don’t wait to be instructed. If the opportunity arises to learn and do, do something. 

Kick ass in acting tomorrow. 

“you’re okay. You’re in the right place. in terms of like. mindset”

I was really just beaming walking outta there. I was excited. I changed into the acid wash jeans and too tight flowery converse and acadia sweatshirt and made my way to curry while i scarfed down the lara bar

Had like 15 minutes so I sat and researched summer programs a little. Obviously he said berkshire was grueling sooo that’s where I wanna go.  - must do more research and maybe a second more soul searching and then just start prepping

Okay shop for 4 hours. Climbed scaffolding. Super grateful Julia Chase a normal human being was there.  Mätthew’s nice and it’s fine. I hate Jenny. Jeanie. Whatever her name is. And that other kid whose name I don’t remember but he has an absurdly low voice and a beard and he’s tall and he’s stupid. I apologize for the strong language. Ultimately I don’t hate them I just like can hardly stand being around them because they’re just so cringey and rude and like the combo makes me want to go off. It makes me wanna be like yo. Jennie. I know. And stop holding the screw while you drill. That’s why you keep bleeding. But we got a lot done and especially when it was just me julia and matthew i really did like save the day with my ideas several times. fun! draining though and hadnt eaten in like a while besides the lara bar

Home. Was gonna research summer while eating my ubereats smoothie bowl because Jugos closed at 5 and it was like 3 and i wanted to sit and eat and research. No thank u Bgood u are a heartbreak at the moment. 

Accidentally didnt put in my address for ubereats. What was in there was Park Plaza. Mhm. Ow. I called to fix my mistake but it was already on the way. 3 miles away. via bike. Angry ubereats biker. 

I went to atm at MARINO and got money out, crying, came back, waited. Called mom weeping. He got here. He was biking away. What? I said hey excuse me he said “it dropped. It fuckin dropped. Im sorry okay you wont get charged it dropped.” I made him take $10 and apologized for the mistake and he said he was sorry for freakin out, sorry for making me cry. He made me think of Maddie Dinsmore. SO, MUCH. He said you’re a female I’m sorry I hate making girls cry and I said oh no trust me you didnt. I said the address I sent it to by accident was just a place I was at with my boyfriend like a month ago and we just broke up and I never order ubereats but i was really hungry so it made me cry.

And he said youre obviously hungry and you didnt even get your food and offered to go get me something from nearer by. He said he was moving to california on friday. I gave him the $10 and said no no that’s fine but good luck in California.

 I don’t know why I felt the need to overshare to this stranger. I think it was two things. One was that I saw someone who felt very badly and who’d just biked 3 miles and who wasnt getting paid for it. I am a decent liar sometimes. When it seems like the right thing to do. Or at least I have been. But I’m so fuckin done with that. Not a bone in my body had the capacity in that moment to say oh no it’s not you I totally just bombed a test I literally just didn’t have it in me. But I didn’t want this person to have any guilt or sadness from today. So I just told the truth. Because yeah he was mad and it made me cry but ultimately it wouldn’t have if not for the circumstances. Because the circumstances made me feel stupid and like essentially I started feeling well enough to eat and okay enough not to be scared to eat or to at least be brave enough to leap that hurdle and the universe said fuck you. You should be hurting. And you tried to eat and this is what happens. I don’t believe that to be true. It’s just how it felt in the moment. 

And I’m also just so heartbroken and it couldnt hurt to tell this person that I’ll never see again, who could judge me if he wanted but whose judgment would ultimately have no bearing on my life

Back inside. Back in bed. Talked to mom. 

Made eggs. 

Ew.

Felt super anxious

In bed totally checking daniel’s snap map and thinking he was auditioning. 

I’m so glad he’s auditioning. 

I wonder if he knew that he could’ve auditioned last week. 

I texted him when he was out and asked. He did. I’m glad. 

We talked for a while. I said more than usual. I dont put the screenshots of texts here because we don’t need to torture ourselves. 

I told him I just wanted him to be happy. He asked if id gone to any parties which blew me away because of course not. 

I told him about miss you like hell

I told him about my ubereats experience

I told him I was scared

I asked if it had to be til we were 25 to come back around

I said I wanna take it back

He said he was gonna marry me

He asked if I was okay

He knows.

He told the boys it’s only me he’s dating ever

I miss him like hell

My heart doesnt beat the same without you

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in) 

Ryder. Piano and singing and writing a song. Curry. HW with mia, my creative dna

Library w max ben maddie riana 

ava had stopped at max’s lobby cause she was scared of a sketchy van so when i left i walked with max to ava so that we could walk home together. 

Ava thinks she gets it but she doesn’t. I appreciate it but she doesn’t. 

I’m in bed. This is a no teeth no face wash night but it’s okay because no makeup today 

I’m very tired and it’s 2:16 now and time to go to sleep 

Goodnight

[llamas--and--tea]

Question Time

I was tagged by @gameofsassbutts. Blame her.

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi? I don’t have a preference, but fun fact: when I was a child, I called them mamsi-coke and papsi-coke (as in mom and dad) for no particular reason.

2. disney or dreamworks? I like Dreamworks’ intro more than Disney’s, so yeah.

3. coffee or tea? I’ve tasted coffee twice and hated it both times. I’m a devoted fan of Earl Grey tea.

4. books or movies? Usually books, but sometimes movies capture a scene much better than a book could.

5. windows or mac? Windows: the only experience I’ve had with Mac was with a horrible, horrible PC.

6. dc or marvel? Marvel: I haven’t seen much of DC...

7. xbox or playstation? I don’t play video games that much, but lemme quote @gameofsassbutts ‘s answer ‘cause it’s cool: “[robot woman voice] playstation”.

8. dragon age or mass effect? Again, I’m not a gamer. No idea what those are.

9. night owl or early riser? Night owl ftw.

10. cards or chess? Cards because I suck at chess. Plus card games are awesome.

11. chocolate or vanilla? I hate vanilla with a passion so I’d say chocolate, though I’m not a fan of it either.

12. vans or converse? Converse duh.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? Trevelyan because they’re cool, but Cadash because the name sounds cool.

14. fluff or angst? Both. Both is good.

15. beach or forest? Forest because EXPLORATION FTW. Beaches are okay too.

16. dogs or cats? Cats are the rulers of this universe.

17. clear skies or rain? I prefer a sunny, clear sky with like a few clouds on a bright blue sky.

18. cooking or eating out? I prefer home-cooked food, just because it seems purer somehow. 

19. spicy food or mild food? I don’t really care but sometimes I’m eating something spicy and just *orgasm sounds*. (That sounded wrong.)

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? I prefer Samhain because me and my friends have a great Halloween tradition.

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Interestingly, even though I love warmth, I would choose being slightly too cold forever, just because being too hot would drive me nuts.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I would love being able to go back in time. Do you even realize how much I would be able to do if I could control time? I mean like my own time.

23. animation or live action? I’d say animation, just because you can do anything when it’s an animation, whereas a live action *anything* is constrained by the physical world. And that’s not fun.

24. paragon or renegade? Is it a gaming thing? If it’s a book thing, hmu!

25. baths or showers? Showers: baths are gross if you’re not already clean.

26. team cap or team ironman? I’m quoting @gameofsassbutts here because her answer is precious: “irony tony”. Captain America is cool too though.

27. fantasy or sci-fi? *Markiplier’s “Space is cool” video starts playing* (Fantasy) ALL THE WAY!! But Sci-Fi is cool too because the worlds that are developed in Sci-Fi stuff are mind-boggingly COOL.

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” 

- 11th Doctor, Doctor Who, S5e10: VIncent and the Doctor (2010).

“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”

-Twenty One Pilots, parting words after concerts since ERS 2016.

“Thank God it’s Friday, ‘cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days.”

-Twenty One Pilots, Migraine.

"I’m holy. Get it? Holey.”

-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, George Weasley’s joke after he looses his ear to his twin Fred.

I would put more but meh.

29. youtube or netflix? YouTube.

30. harry potter or percy jackson? Harry Potter.

31. when do you feel accomplished? When I see people around me being happy/impressed/grateful for my actions. Which sounds vain af wow.

32. star wars or star trek? Not really a fan of any of them, but I’d say Star Wars because I’ve at least seen a few of the movies.

33. paperback or hardback books? Again, quoting @gameofsassbutts : “paperback’s ok but with the hardback u really feel it”

34. horror or rom-com? I’ve acquired a taste for horror a year ago so let’s say horror.

35. tv shows or movies? TV shows because they have more opportunities to develop the plot. Also because Anime is technically TV shows...

36. favourite animal? Why do you do this to meeeeee. Llamas? *hides because picked favorites*

37. favourite genres of music? Omfsh do not make me say the whole list. Let’s stick to alternative m’kay?

38. least favourite book? I quite disliked The Fault in Our Stars for some reason.

39. favourite season? Of what? jk jk it’s summer FITE ME.

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head? "Sleep” by My Chemical Romance.

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear?  I don’t have PJs but I guess T-shirt and shorts counts?

42. how many existential crises do you have on an average day? Goddammit @gameofsassbutts : “Ongoing”. Too relatable.

43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Funnily enough, “Sleep” by MCR.

44. favourite theme song to a TV show? Omfsh noooooo. I have too many. Do the TARDIS sounds at the beginning of Doctor Who count as a theme song? If not, then any of Shingeki no Kyojin (AKA Attack on Titan)’s openings they’re all wonderfully creepy and beautiful. But also Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood’s first and third openings. And also...

45. harry potter movies or books? Books because there are more details. THAT’S why you make books into TV shows instead of movie, people. DETAILS.

46. you can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? ‘’It was all fun and games until this. Ugh…wellllll if I forgot tumblr exists my friends wont so they ll remind me… lmaoo then MY OTP (how to cheat on the system 101)’’ @sonyxqueenofthewholeuniverse

47. do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? Yes, I play the flute. Have been playing for 7 years now (holy shite, how fast time flies!).

48. what is the worst way to die? Repeatedly.

49. if you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? Just for one day? I would follow my friends around without them knowing. Not for malicious purposes, just to find out how their lives really are, and not how I imagine them to be.

50. What are you planning on doing with your life? Oh god uhm. I’m debating over several careers right now. There’s writer (not sure whether my shitty writing will be good enough to make at least some career out of it...), CÉGÈP-level psychology teacher (because my two-times psych teacher Lisa amazed me), Speech-Language therapist for children (because I’m intimate with how it works), and/or ASL interpreter somewhere somehow (because I’m a slut for languages). Extra-career-wise, I’d like to keep writing and reading any time I have time.

51. Favorite Disney movie? Fuck I was going to say The Road to El Dorado but APPARENTLY it’s a Dreamworks movie so fuck yOU. I’ll say The Emperor’s New Groove then.

52. Do you believe in aliens? Of course. Wouldn’t it be very self-centered for us to believe that we are the only sentient things in the whole of the Universe? As a side-note, I could let my father write a list of his conspiracy theories about the existence of aliens and the impact they’ve had on our History. But I’m not going to. But I could! *threatens threateningly*)

53. Are u an unstoppable force or an immovable object? I would say an immovable object. Because I’m stubborn but also apathetic af.

54. (My addition:) If you were in front of a nondescript door that’s only property was to surprise you when you open it, would you open it? (remember, a “surprise” can be good or bad) Yes. Yes, I would. I’m a curious little shit and fuck the consequences.

Goshdarnit this took forEVER. I do not wish it on anyone. Also, wtf you think I have the will to tag 54 people??!! Nope. I’ve tagged 13 people. Suffer as I have been made to suffer. (Kiwi, you can do this after you finals.) Also go follow @gameofsassbutts . She was spiritually making me do this. And her answers were hilarious.

@markiplier ; @caffeinewitchcraft : @writing-prompt-s ; @witterprompts ; @lexystudies ; @danielhowell ; @facts-i-just-made-up ; @livebloggingmydescentintomadness ; @vesselblurryface ; @notchicken ; @oneanddun ; @unsettlingstories ; @thatsthat24

[seedling-lotus]

today has been such a fucking shit show and i’m going to rant about it under the cut because i need to vent in a huge way

oh my gods... i just... i fucking can’t even. i barely know where to start, but i’m gonna start at the beginning. I work second shift for a multi-billion dollar shipping company in the heavy freight division. so this is pallets of things weighing, for the most part, over a hundred pounds. This is some big shit. but whatever so I work second shift. My shift starts at 2 in the afternoon. perfect hours for a night owl like myself. 

so i got up, had breakfast, went to therapy, came home and did the dishes, took my car through the car wash and went to work. all fine and dandy. a good start to the day. get to work. terminal manager has gone home. before i even got there. by, like, a while. I mean, no really big deal there. at least i don’t have to deal with the guy. (he’s a fucking moron. he doesn’t know how to do anything and he’s a condescending, sexist, racist, homophobic ass.) the supervisor covering the outbound shift is running late. also no big deal. can’t stand him either. 

so whatever, first hour or so goes pretty smoothly. i get settled in, start doing my work, run into my first snafu. but i was distracted, doing a couple things, didn’t realize how big of a snafu it was. in the mean time the supervisor comes in and gets himself settled and is generally annoying, which gets me peeved. i go out on the dock, come back, go out, whatever. I can barely remember exactly why, but work was being done. 

meanwhile dick ass supervisor somehow gets into a conversation about anti-depressants with one of the clerks so i walk into that. I take the clerk’s side that meds can be helpful. bible thumping jesus freak skin head asshole supe insists that medication is a scam and it can’t help you and blah blah blah. got me so steamed i’m litterally screaming at him. I storm out before i punch the ass in the face. get some more work done

and back to my snafu from earlier. except it’s less snafu and more total fubar. I shoot the driver related to said fubar a message and he calls up with some lame ass excuse for said fubar. so i’m fucking fuming. go out on the dock. i’m looking at this trailer, and the paperwork and i’m i’m so pissed i’m not even angry anymore. I’m resigned. and also fucking determined to get it sorted out. 

now mind you. there is only one dockworker present at the moment. trucks are starting to come back with the afternoon freight. i need to get this sorted, and i need to get it sorted NOW. But this dick doesn’t want to do it. he wants to leave it for one of the new guys. I insist. he still wants to leave it for a new guy. he asks for a different trailer. I tell him i’m not printing any paperwork until this shit gets sorted. he finally relents to stripping this trailer for me. (mind you, i had half a mind to strip the thing myself, but i had to go through the pallets as they were coming out and it would have taken longer if I stripped it.) But whatever, he strips the pallets out and I start going through them. I match the pallets up to the bills that I had and put new tracking numbers on absolutely everything. everything had to be re-done. none of it was right. great. it took me over half an hour to go through all 39 pallets and make sure everything was right. 

 so I get that sorted, entered into the system i’m still fuming about the whole thing with the supe from earlier and this so i’m just tense and angry and it’s barely 5:00 and i’m already done with the day. I’m just ready to fucking go home. 

only to find out that one of the driver’s handheld computer died. which now means that, when he gets back, i have to manually enter everything he does. great. another fun thing to worry about. 

work gets done. 7:00 rolls around. one of the night drivers comes in early to help on the dock. he’s an ass and he wants to murder me and at this point i’d love to see him try. i’ll feed him his own fucking dick i do not give a fuck. he starts pressing my buttons and bringing up the bitch that i replaced when i took this job. she was a horrible person and she was specifically a complete pan in my ass and interfered with my ability to do my job when i was working on the dock. she was evil and i hate her. but he loves her and wishes she would come back and is singing her praises and shitting on me and generally being an extremely loud nuisance. mind you, the phone starts ringing. it is someone who has called multiple times and they’re being really nice about how much we fucked up since we never sent their stuff out to deliver and they need it urgently so we were sending it out late and they were calling to check on it. dick driver wont shut the fuck up. he’s practically yelling. so i round on him and scream at him to shut the fuck up, and then very pleasantly answer the phone and assure the person on the other end that yes the freight is being loaded on a trailer now and will be leaving within twenty minutes. we hang up, some minor jokes are made about how pleasant i am on the phone as opposed to in person. it’s true so i don’t really care. whatever. the night goes on. 

now, at this point. it’s getting late. ish. it’s only bout half way through my shift, but it’s getting on 8 o’clock at night and I’m supposed to clock out for lunch. but the driver who i’m supposed to be fixing things for has only just gotten back to the terminal and i know that if i punch out now, i’m going to get stuck fixing his stuff while i’m off the clock and... i’m not fucking doing that. fuck the policy. write me up. i do not care. so i decide not to punch out. i wait until exactly eight and tell the supervisor that i’m taking lunch late. i do not ask. i do not check if that is okay. i just tell him. late lunch. whatever

meanwhile, a different and more annoying driver comes back and his paperwork is somehow even more fucked up than the guy with the dead computer, and the guy with the fubar from earlier in the day. combined. but he gets his paperwork to me first, s now i’m stuck sorting his shit out. fucking 11 bills i had to enter manually into the system. 11. and i mean, it’s not terribly hard, or even completely terribly time consuming, but... it’s annoying. 

so i’m fixing that, and the dead computer river comes back with his stuff, explains everything, leaves for the day. i wrap up the first driver’s fuck ups, set his paperwork aside. fix the dead computer guy’s paper work and enter his things into the system. set that aside. and then finally go on my lunch break. now mind you... it’s like... 8:40? my shift is supposed to be over at 10:30. i haven’t even really gotten through half of my regular job duties. 

but whatever. through all of this i’m texting my best friend who’s grounded in Washington DC because of thunderstorms trying to figure out when i’m picking her up from the airport provided the plane ever actually takes off. 

whatever. I eventually get through all the paperwork, and clear all the lists i have to clear in the system. but i stll have to scan everything in. by this point it is 11:00 I have just started scanning things. I’m in the middle of scanning things when that late delivery, and even later pick up that the driver ended up doing get back. at that point, i’m the only dock certified union worker in the building. so i have to strip it. thankfully only one skid, but still. 

so i put the freight aside, go back in, back to scanning. the dick supe wants the driver to stay and move trailers around. it’s past 11. the driver has been here all fucking day. and then some. i’m like, should we tel him before he gets parked? supe agrees so i run outside to tell him driver can’t do it. he’s out of hours. it’s against the law. whatever. supe can deal with it. he’s the dick who wants it done anyway. (supe gave in because, yeah, LAW). 

OH YEAH! i forgot. so while i was doing paperwork, back like 10:30 there abouts, i find out that the ass whit the 11 unentered bills didn’t give me his delivery receipts. mother fucker took them home with him. i checked his truck just to be sure. I had to call the guy 3 times before he answered his fucking phone (yeah, you can bet your ass that i called him. i’m sorry, if’ you’re going to fuck me over with 11 unentered bills and then forget to give me half your paperwork on top of that, i’m waking your ass up. especially if you don’t have voicemail set up)

but whatever. i’m going through, i’m scanning. dick supe accidentally loads that skid from the late pickup onto an outbound manifest. he tells me to break the seal on the trailer and put that skid in since the trailer hasn’t left yet. so i drop what im doing, go open the trailer. full to the tail. go get supe, show him, he groans and has me close it back up. i go back inside and the supe ask me if i had already sealed the trailer. uh, yeah. duh. did you think i was going to come back in without sealing it?

whatever. so I go back to my scanning and the fucking morning crew starts coming in. it is after midnight and i am still scanning. ugh. 

oh yes, and for the real kicker. the maintenance/service/repair people came to try to fix our AC unit that’ been on the fritz for like an entire month and said that it was overheating and shut it off early in the afternoon. so the building jumped from like 78 degrees to 88 degrees of hot, muggy bullshit. so that did not help me keep a cool head in any sense of the word. 

anyway, i’m done venting now. it was just overall a very frustrating day and i’m so glad that it’s over and i’m home and showered. still waiting to see when i have to pick my best friend up from the airport, but... it’ll all work out in the end