#before anyone asks she was totally fine; we stayed with her for a couple of minutes to make sure she wasn't stressed out after we put it on

[racingliners]

In a very important home life update: we got a high vis vest for one of our chickens

They apparently have a great unintended use of stopping hens from getting bullied, so we got one to try it out since the above hen gets excessively picked on by the others (we don't really know why).

Shout put to the wonderful @gingervivilou who told me about it!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

cherry

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stripper!reader, prostitution, protected blowjob, protected p in v sex

“that hot guy is back again.” sugar says, pulling back the curtain just an inch, pointing into the crowd.

“ugh, he is so fine.” you whine. “we never get hot guys in here.” it’s your number one problem with your new strip club, in a much different area than your last, therefore attracting a far different crowd, mainly, an older one.

“girl, i know. everyone wants to take him into the back.” sugar raises his eyebrows, knowing you share her proclivity for taking clients into the back rooms to get an personal “dance.”

“it’s gonna be a fight for who he picks.” you giggle, quickly closing the curtain when the strip club house mom walks into the backstage area.

“i know i’m going right to him when lapdances start, but so is every other girl.” sugar says, adjusting the bra she’s wearing.

“if he stays, remember he left after the shows last time.” you point out. he stayed for all the girls to do their solo shows, but by the time lapdances and duos and trios came out, he was gone.

“good point, cherry.” sugar nods, using your stripper name, which is always a bit of a shock when its the girls doing it, but you learned quickly here that its a sign of respect to keep your real name out of the workplace at this club, so you quickly adapted to only using stripper names.

“alright girls, music is starting!” the house mom shouts out. you are later on in the set, so you head back to your station and adjust your costume for the night, a cherry red number to fit your name, matching your nail polish and lipstick. 

you wait until its your turn to go on, hearing the music play and waiting for the right beat to walk out, the club letting out a cheer as you strut onto the stage. the routine is an old one that you’ve done a million times, and your body easily works through the motions, running almost on autopilot, giving you time to look into the crowd, gauge the reactions, including the handsome guy everyone wants sitting forward, eyes intense.

you are out of breath and completely naked except for your heels as you walk back behind the curtain, pushing your hair back that got caught in your face.

“girl, shut the fuck up! hottie was totally into you!” lola says, her voice sounding excited, despite a couple of the other girls giving you a jealous look.

you pull your next lingerie set, the one you liked for lap dances as you shrug. you noticed that he was paying very close attention to your dancing, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t giving everyone else the exact same heated look.

“i think its only fair we let cherry at him first.” sugar suggests, and there’s a smattering of agreement from the other girls, which is enough to set it as a rule, you get to approach the attractive man before anyone else could take their shot.

it makes you excited for the individual sets to end as you make sure to touch up your lipstick and blot any sweat and oils from your forehead. you saunter out as soon as you are allowed, the last stripper still making her way off the stage.

your eyes immediately set sight on your target. “hello there, handsome.” you purr, watching as the handsome mans eyes slowly drag up your body. “can i interest you in a dance?” he smiles, a closed mouth smirk that conveys powerful confidence. he doesn’t even use his words, simply pulls a bill out of his pocket. you smile with all your teeth back at him, knowing they’re framed by your bright red lips as you tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, letting him slip the folded bill against your skin, fingers briefly brushing against your hip.

you turn around as the man sits back in his chair. you place your hands on either side of the arm, giving yourself some support as you lower your ass over his crotch, hovering and moving side to side, teasing before you finally press down, letting your ass roll over his crotch and thighs.

“you like that?” you ask with a smirk, but the man know he doesn’t need to answer, not when you can certainly feel his excitement growing in his pants.

you continue your lap dance for longer than usual, even parting your thighs slightly to give yourself some pleasure as well, hoping its not too noticeable for anyone watching, and you’re sure some of the other girls are staring in anger as they have to give lap dance to old drunk men.

you rise up before turning back to the man. “would you like another dance? a private one in the back?”

he nods, standing up to follow you as you lead him into the back hallway with various doors, cracked if they’re empty, and locked shut to indicate someone else had already been taken back. officially, your club is a stripclub, but its an unspoken rule that lapdance time also meant that dancer could take clients back for anything they wanted to do in private, and that money would stay solely with the dancers, not needing to give the bouncers or bartenders a percentage. 

“whats your name, handsome?” you ask, gesturing him into one of the empty rooms, the lights already low, red velvet couches pushed up on either side of the wall with a small table in the center. the room is small, but plenty of space for just the two of you.

“rafe.” he answers with a smirk, hand coming to your waist, touching the bare skin there. “and money is no object so whatever we do, don’t worry, i can afford it.” he pulls a bill out his pocket to prove it, tucking it again into your panties.

“hot and rich, i like that.” you hum.

“is there anything thats not allowed?” rafe asks, fingers rubbing over your sides, clearly excited to get started.

“wear a condom. no hitting or leaving any sort of marks on my body. any hard kinks, you need to tell me beforehand.” you explain quickly, having gone over the spiel with other customers before.

“just wanna fuck you.” rafe smirks, his voice deep and alluring, making you for once feel yourself getting excited about sleeping with one of the clients.

“why don’t you sit down then?” you gesture to the couch. rafe sits down with the same smirk on his face, his arms resting on the back of the couch as you begin to dance, able to hear the music from the main lounge of the club, using it as your tempo as you move your body, slowly taking off your lingerie under rafes watchful eye.

you get yourself completely naked, all while rafe watches you with that same look on his face, clearly growing in his pants, his cock pushing against the zipper.

you kneel down between his legs, tossing your hair to the side while you rub over his cock before undoing the button teasingly slow, followed by his zipper. “so big.” you coo. it’s usually what you say to make your average sized customers feel better, but for once you mean it with rafe.

“gonna suck me, cherry?” rafe asks, your eyebrows raising slightly when you realize that he remembered your name from when it was announced on stage before your set. “get that pretty red lipstick all over my cock?”

you tug his pants down in response, taking his underwear down with it as you watch his cock spring free, already hard and pulsing with need.

“gotta put a condom on for oral too.” you remember suddenly, having gotten so excited you almost started sucking him without it.

“aw, come on, i promise i’m clean.” rafe says, his voice so sickly sweet you hesitate, but remember the horror stories of other strippers getting stds from breaking rules.

“sorry handsome.” you shake your head, grabbing a condom out of the bowl on the table before sliding it over his cock. you make up for the condom quickly by sinking your lips over his dick, the red lipstick transfering onto the condom instead as you suck.

“oh, thats good.” rafe moans, leaning back against the couch as you bob your head, his hands moving to your hair.

you work your tongue against his cock as you suck, pulling out all the skills that you’ve learned in your years of working in clubs. you resist the urge to smirk as rafe moans loudly, not afraid to have his noises of pleasure heard.

you nuzzle yourself against rafes abs as his cock slides down your throat, swallowing repeatedly to not gag as you deepthroat him. you go to pull off when rafe pushes you back down, his hips lifting to keep your lips pressed against his pelvis.

you flutter your eyes closed and breathe for your nose as rafe pumps forward, lifting his hips off the couch to fuck his cock down your throat. you hum, creating vibrations around his dick while rafe grips your hair, tugging you down to meet his thrusts.

you are about to tap out, needing to take a real breath when rafes cock throbs in your mouth and pulls you off, your scalp burning slightly from rafe using your hair to tug at you.

“god, you’re good, i was about to cum.” rafe groans, relaxing back into the couch as you’re still kneeled below him, wiping away the spit that has fallen down onto your chin.

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, standing up over rafe.

“hands and kneels, cherry.” rafe stands, shucking his pants off of where they are pooled around his ankles.

you climb onto the couch, arching your back to present your ass to rafe. he rubs his hands over your bum before rubbing his fingers through your folds, surprised to find how wet you already are.

“you're actually turned on, huh?” rafe smirks, taking his cock and rubbing it through your folds. 

“yeah.” you whine, trying to push your hips backwards, to get him inside of you.

“damn cherry, you're acting like you're the one paying me here.” rafe laughs, and you know you should be more professional, and maybe you would have if rafe would have asked you to ride him, but being bent over the couch, waiting for his big cock to enter you has you actually turned on for the first time when with a client.

“come on.” you moan, arching your back to present your cunt to rafe, which finally has him satisfying your wishes, sliding forward as his cock stretches you open.

“fuck.” rafe groans, instantly snapping his hips forward, slick sounds echoing around the empty room as he moves.

you finally remember that you’re the stripper here and begin to push your hips back onto him, meeting every one of his thrusts. as soon as you start to move, rafe grabs onto your hips to help out, slamming your bodies together.

“such a pretty pussy, cherry.” rafe says, hands squeezing your hips, just gentle enough to not leave bruises.

“such a big cock.” you compliment right back. “feels so good in me.”

“yeah, you like this big dick, huh?” rafe smirks, moaning when your cunt clenches down on him. you’re determined to make him cum quickly, despite not wanting it to be over any time soon, you also want to impress rafe and show off your skills.

you spread your legs a little more and press yourself forward so you can sink down onto your elbows, giving rafe a whole new angle, which you can tell he likes from the groan that escapes his lips.

“so good for me, gonna have to come back here and fuck you more often.” rafe says, hips grinding into your ass.

“yeah, yes, please.” you whine out, reaching between your legs with one hand to rub at your clit, knowing you shouldn’t worry about yourself and just focus on rafes pleasure, but your clit is pulsing and begging to be touched as you massage it.

“such a dirty whore.” rafe says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

rafe continues to fuck you hard while you get yourself closer to the edge, surprised how easily your high is building as rafes cock pumps into you.

“you close cherry? can feel you clenching round me.” rafe asks, sliding his hands to your ass, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them open, using the grip on your bum to continue to pull your hips back onto his cock.

“yeah, real close.” you moan, making sure to exaggerate your noises, hoping it would spur rafe along, and it does as he starts to moan incessantly, panting out a mix of curse words and your stage name.

“gonna cum.” he manages to warn seconds before he releases inside of the condom, grinding his hips into you as it triggers your own orgasm, fingers rubbing speedily as you cum, slumping into the couch as shivers rack your body.

rafe keeps himself lodged inside of you until your highs are thoroughly rode out. he pulls out with a groan, not able to help himself as he brings a hand to smack your ass, not hard enough to leave a print despite your no hitting rule, but you let it slide, especially as your wetness drips onto the couch.

“did i wear you out cherry?” rafe smirks, taking the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan before getting his clothes back on.

“fuck yeah you did.” there’s no use denying it, rafe can tell by the way you’re still breathing heavily.

“can you hand me a towel.” you point towards a small rack by the door that rafe hadn’t noticed before, clean towels stacked neatly on it. rafe grabs one of the washcloths, stepping over to you as you manage to turn yourself to sit upright on the couch.

“let me, yeah?” he kneels down, one hand gently rubbing at your thighs while he wipes your fluids away from your cunt, cleaning you off with surprising gentleness.

“thanks.” you mumble as rafe tosses the cloth into the trash as you redress in what little clothing you were wearing.

“how much?” rafe asks, pulling out his wallet as you collect the money that fell out of your waistband when you stripped for him.

you rattle off the number as rafe opens his wallet, pulling out more than enough to give you a generous tip, but he’s clearly not hurting for cash.

“do you go on again tonight?” rafe asks as you tuck the money into the cup of your bra.

“yeah, i’ve got one more number.” you nod as you head towards the door, opening it for rafe.

“i’ll stay just for you then, cherry.” rafe says, walking out the door past you with that signature smirk.

you feel your cheeks blush slightly as you watch him saunter down the hallway and then take his same seat as you rush backstage.

“tell me everything!” sugar shouts.

“oh my god,” you flop down on one of the couched, muscles still tired. “he is BIG.”

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[one-piece-aus]

What would marriage life would be like with the seven warlords?

This is an old anon request, I do apologize for not getting to it sooner but here we go

What Marriage Life Would Be Like With the Seven Warlords (Headcanons)

It's pretty chill being married to Mihawk

Y'all just vibe in a mansion on an isolated island

I imagine Mihawk is a person of quality time and acts of service so the two of you would often spend time together

Whether it's reading in your library or cooking dinner for each other, every moment you do together and action you do for him is cherished in Mihawk's heart, even if he doesn't mention it

He makes sure you're healthy and well (eating properly, making sure you get your sleep)

This man will be able to instantly tell if your state is the slightest bit off and will not hesitate to voice his concern

He is not opposed to having children, the idea might amuse him

In fact, after Zoro and Perona had made their appearance, Mihawk grew fond of the idea taking care of his own child, even if they would be irritating at times

Btw, Zoro and Perona think you two act like an old married couple ❤

Only way this would be possible is if you are someone like Luffy

She might not understand exactly what marriage life means but she will do her best to make you happy

She is going to cook for you and feed you

She will bathe you and make sure you have the best clothes to wear

And she will order the best doctors to bring you back to your best health if you get sick

She is taking ✨amazing✨ care of you

The two of you are just living the life of luxury regardless of where you choose to live because you two are together and happy

You will not have kids (for a number of reasons that I will not get into because this is supposed to be a fun post)

Alright, I had no idea what to do for Moria so I asked @ask-the-night-crowl for these headcanons, thank you again Snugs

In a marriage, Moria would totally rely on his partner to fulfill all the duties he has/ should be responsible for. Granted, the other mysterious four already take over most of those, but someone has to keep them all in check.

His spouse better not be aversed by his crew, because for as much as he says he doesn't care about these idiots, he would also face death to protect them.

Unless him and his s/o have known eachother for a pretty long time, he'll try to keep them at an arm's length. Not necessarily because they don't have good enough of a connection, but the idea of loss is always on his mind.

He doesn't mind affection. In fact, he'll back-handedly seek it out by annoying his s/o until they give him attention if he so desires. He's pretty much like an oversized cat.

On the other hand, you'll also have to be prepared not to see him for days on end, because of his sleeping habits (Again, like a cat).

But in that time, cuddling with him is totally fine, because once that man is out, he sleeps like a rock.

His frequent nightmares might lead to the conclusion that comforting him would be the answer. But he hates the idea of being treated as weak as that and would much rather appreaciate the mere presence of his s/o when he wakes up next to them.

In contrast, he'll offer the same to his s/o when they feel down and would have an immediate (even petty) grudge against anyone harming them.

Staying in with him at a fireplace, drinking fancy wines and making fun of the other warlords would be his favorite way to spend time when he's awake for once.

If the spouse is good at cooking, you can bet they'll become his personal chef - after all, love goes through the stomach amirite.

If you're marrying Doffy, his family comes as a package deal, you can't have him without it, that being said, he expects you to get along with them (you can tolerate them instead but just don't let him notice)

Of course, he will expect you to take care of Baby 5, Buffalo, and Dellinger as if they were your children, he is open to making blood offsprings, but never put them before him

Doffy is your number 1 priority, whatever he says goes

But just because he's demanding doesn't mean he won't show you affection, in fact, most of his demands is just him wanting to give or receive affection

You are showed in gifts and luxury, he is the king of Dressrosa afterall, your word has every weight as his own since your are his queen

He is proud to show off his spouse, you are his most prized possession after all

However, you are more than just a trophy, after the loss of his dear mother and brother, he holds you close and tells you how dear you are to him every night

You are often woken up in the middle of the night due to his rustling from nightmares, just hold him to calm him down

Crocodile keeps you in the dark about his work, for all you know, he is a casino owner in Alabasta that keeps the people safe from pirates since he's a warlord

He takes you out for a stroll around in the evening, outside to admire the stars, or in the casino where your every need is met

He doesn't show affection in public but his gestures do show you belong to him and no one else

He keeps you company in bed at night until you fall asleep but when you wake up, he is not there, he's working as always

When see him next, he'll have a gift for you, an apology for not being able to always be around as he is a very busy man, but he'll make it up to you

I imagine it would be comfortable, like little cottage in nature kind of comfy

You both would wake up in the morning with a nice cup of tea

Your place would be clean and organized

You'd receive lots of comforting hugs and cuddles

Life would be peaceful

Until strawhat crew comes knocking on your door

Don't quite have any ideas for Kuma so... This is end, I hope you enjoy anon, and thank you for requesting

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie’s annoyed with you when you’re not on time for hellfire.

you know he’s sensitive about starting on time, but still you were running late again. even though this time you promised.

but the mood slowly shifts to something else as time ticks on. you’re always a couple minutes late but nearly an hour? eddie is really frustrated, and his feelings are hurt. he decides to leave your character behind, the party left you alone, sleeping in a cave.

when they return to the cave later, theyre unable to save you from a bandit situation, and your character dies. eddie kinda feels bad, but you know what time the club starts.

what he doesnt expect is steve harrington bursting into the room, looking frenzied. the whole party stared at him, but he was locked on eddie. eddie approached his friend, worried about the look in steve’s eyes.

steve stood up straight, and cleared his throat. weakly he says, “something terrible happened.”

and when steve tells him about your car accident, eddie feels sick. his knees buckle, and steve has to hold him up. he’s totally disoriented by this news. his felt his heart beat pounding behind his eyes, and his ears rang loudly, barely registering the panicked talking going on around him

“theyre alive,” steve was shouting, but people weren’t letting him talk, so he had to keep shouting it over the hundred questions. they wouldnt be able to handle it. not again. not when max still hasnt woken up. “eddie? can you hear me buddy?”

but eddie was in shock. he was trying to blame himself. he was looking for the moment he somehow caused this.

“can you walk? ill drive you,” steve says, as gareth searches eddies pockets for the keys to the van. “dustin, get over here, help me get eddie to the car.”

as soon as they moving, the adrenaline starts moving through eddie’s body. he was able to break free of his friend’s aid and pick up his pace, and the three of them ran through the school and into the parking lot. the dim light steve parked by was flickering, putting a weak spotlight on eddie as he tugged the door handle on the passenger seat

“let me unlock it,” steve snapped, fumbling the keys in his hand. he dropped them, the pressure of eddie’s stare was kinda terrifying.

when they were in the car, eddie was finally alert.

“what the fuck is going on?” he snapped.

no one said anything. there was nothing they could say that would make eddie feel better, or calm down. steve sped out of the parking lot, blowing the stop sign. he shouldnt have, given the reason you were in the hospital.

eddie squeezed his eyes shut. he was wrong. he was petty and hurt and he thought you were being a dick but you were - he was gunna throw up - you were somewhere bleeding. you were laying on the asphalt after a violent car crash and he was thinking youre an asshole

“their character died,” eddie said. “we killed them.”

“its not gunna happen,” steve said, gripping the steering wheel. a statement he couldnt back up.

at the hospital, eddie barely waited for the car the stop before he was running inside, tripping over his own feet as he rushed to get to you. dustin was hot on his trail and steve was parking the car.

eddie saw nancy with her boyfriend, and when nancy saw him, she came over, putting her hands on eddies arms. dustin spoke with jonathan in the background.

“relax,” she said, “please breath. they’re okay right now. they’re in surgery, and its going well, okay?”

“wheeler?” eddie asked, eyes filling with tears he had no control over.

“it has to be fine,” nancy said. “sit with me.”

and with no other options he listened, following nancy to an uncomfortable plastic chair that squeaked when he sat. nancy held his hand over the stiff arm rests, but he didnt find any comfort. he didnt think he would until he was with you again.

jonathan sat beside nancy, giving her a sad smile and handing her a bitter coffee. he sat quietly, letting nancy give eddie her attention. dustin sat on the other side of eddie, also opting to stay quiet. what was anyone supposed to say?

honestly, the only thing eddie wanted to hear was your voice.

might rewrite this properly - its a midnight idea i had and i like it enough to post it 🥰

[winniethewife]

Can I ask for Poe Dameron on a situation of being your mom's friend/coworker, like reader grew up with the resistance and both their parents fought alongside him. Mom was a pilot on Poe's team and they are very good friends.

So yeah basically ReaderxMBF! ReaderxMBCW!

Hi Ana! okay this was fun to write and so nice for Poevember! I hope you love it, and we bring about even more Mothers Best friend Trope fics.

Whenever I'm alone with you

(MBF!Poe Dameron x GN!Reader)

Warning: Age gap relationship,

Words: 853

Poe had always been the flirtatious sort, he didn’t exactly try to be that way, it just happened. After the war was over and people started to go their own way, many were surprised that Poe didn’t settle down with anyone, in reality he was a bit of a hopeless romantic, and although for a time he had thought he had found the person he wanted to spend his life with, but that wasn’t meant to be. Now years down the line He started to wonder if he was ever going to meet someone who stayed, someone who wanted him for all of him and not just because he was the hot shot resistance leader. What he hadn’t expected was to fall hard for his former coworker’s kid.

One of his fellow resistance pilots had that joined up around the same time as him had a family, She was definitely a few years his senior, she had left her husband and young kid back home while flying for a better future. She had become somewhat of a mentor for Poe, before his skills ultimately surpassed hers and they became close friends, and stayed in touch in the years after the war. Poe was always welcome around their house, but he didn’t take them up on it as often as he should but at one point he did decide to come stay for a while, he needed a break. When he landed he was greeted by his old friend and her child, who was at this point an adult in their own right. He thought his heart was going to stop when he saw them for the first time. They looked so much like her mother had at that age but so different at the same time. Poe knew then He was in trouble.

The first couple days he had managed to act relatively normal, keep the conversation flowing and light, laughing at jokes, listening to stories and telling his own. That didn’t change the fact that the way they looked at him, the way they talked, the way they laughed at his jokes. Everything they did was enchanting, and he wanted make that reaction happen again, he wanted to listen to them speak for hours about anything, he would anything to look into their eyes for the rest of time. He would give everything he had for that. The problem arose on the fourth day of his visit, they were alone for the whole day, he knew that his friend and her husband were going to be busy for a couple days of his stay and he had said he was totally fine fending for himself for a day or two. However he actually spent very little of that time alone, their schedule and their habits lining up perfectly with his. When he was hungry they were in the kitchen, when he wanted some fresh air, they were in the garden. During these moments they got to talking, alone, just the two of them. There was some kind of unmistakable chemistry between them, at some point they ended up having dinner with them, just sitting in their dining space talking over food. Poe was being his usual self, kinda flirty, kinda cocky, but more refined then back in the days of the resistance, he had a more intentional nature around his flirtations, not that they minded, and in fact they flirted back, with a similar intention. By the end of dinner they moved to the living room, sat on the couch while the moonlight filtered in through the curtains. They were sitting rather close, and Poe couldn’t really hold back anymore.

“You know, I like it when we’re alone like this. You make me feel, like I’m a new person again, like I’m ten years younger, but freer than I was then. I don’t have the weight of the world on my shoulders.” He said softly, his dark brown eyes looking into theirs as he leans in closer. They mirror his actions, leaning in closer, maintaining eye contact, their hand drifting towards his arm, fingers brushing over his arm

“I also like being alone with you, you treat me like a person, like an adult. I feel like living on one planet in one place your whole life, everyone still sees you as the kid you once were, but you don’t do that. But you also treat me with more respect than the others my age.” They spoke with their voice low, it’s an intimate sound, sending shivers down his spine as he listens. He can’t help but lean in closer, laying his hand gently on their thigh, his breath hot on their skin.

“You just need a change of pace, someone with a new point of view. Perhaps someone with more…Experience.” It doesn’t take more than that for their lips to meet and their hands to start exploring each other over their clothes. He’s pulling them closer, holding them against his chest. Maybe he hadn’t expected this to be what came from visiting an old friend. But…The heart wants what it wants.

~

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[fruitless-vain]

Oooooookay here comes the rant post

What happened: jacks old coworker had a series of unfortunate events happen that resulted in them being homeless and jobless. We offered a place to stay first month rent free while they get a job, $200 a month after the fact just to cover absolutely bare bones basics so they can save up and move out quickly. Started out with him putting on a great people pleasing act and quickly turned in to a nightmare.

Ye animal related rant list:

Given explicit instructions not to do xyz with Yoshis because she is a service dog that cannot get in to these bad habits. One moment I see him telling her to eat something off the floor, I pick up the item and politely tell him she’s not allowed to do that since scavenging while she’s on the job at a restaurant would get us kicked out. I reward her for not eating the thing, turn my back for two minutes just to hear him whispering “eat it, take it, you can have it” once again encouraging her to eat off the floor

Initially I was letting her follow him downstairs, whatever, dudes going through a bad time and a happy dog makes anyone better. Until I learned he had been feeding her HUGE doses of food off his plate I’m talking larger than her entire meal and was feeding things that are outright toxic for dogs. I only found that out because Yoshi would throw up in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason. Asked him and sure as shit feeding her toxic things.

Repeatedly got in the way of Yoshi retrieving medications as well as actively trying to distract her while she was doing DPT for a medical episode.

On the first day I told him it’s hormone season for the parrots they are aggressive and sensitive right now please just ignore them, don’t interact with them at all, it will make things so much worse and someone will get bit. A couple days later he taunts Newt by wagging his fingers in front of him deliberately trying to set him off, I immediately tell him to stop in a very stern sharp tone, he blatantly ignores me, I have to raise my voice to get this grown ass man to stop harassing Newt. This disregard resulted in Newt flipping so bad he is now totally unhandleable I have to wear bulky headphones a loose sweater and a hood because he will launch to bite anyone to moves right now. Thanks for that genius.

Explained how scents will kill the birds, please smoke outside away from any open windows, wash your hands// air off before going near the bird room so the smoke residual doesn’t kill my pets. Does a mostly okay job at smoking away from windows, for whatever reason thinks smoking outside open doors is fine though? No attempt to ensure he doesn’t reek of cigarette before going down near the bird room. No effort not to kill my animals.

All my animals are clean and well maintained to the best extent an animal can be. He will pet sham then immediately make a snarky statement about him being gross or having to wash his hands now bc gross, smell his hands and huff away to wash his hands before resuming something dramatically. Just don’t pet him then? He’s a dog.

Finances:

We paid for everything for the first chunk with 0 need for payback because we wanted to help him out. Get some new clothes, the basic hygiene stuff, cover one tank of gas so he can hand out resumes. A startup base to get back on your feet with. Anything past that point that he asks for from us was agreed upon to be paid back whenever possible. He owes us over $1000 currently and has paid us $10 to take off of that debt. It’s been two months, he got a job within the first week. The only other payment has been the $200 rent agreed upon for the second month. Anything else he has ever “attempted” to pay us back with he would ask for it back within 8 hours.

Which wouldn’t be the biggest issue if not for the fact that: he has gone out drinking at bars every weekend, got a new girlfriend and has been buying her stuff/ giving her gas money/ paying her bills just for funsies, he started eating out and refusing to make food with the Free Stuff We Supply. He has the money to spend and pay us back. He just won’t.

Wasting, Everything. He showers twice a day every day. Our water bill has gone up $150 on his water usage alone. He will make a huge plate of food then just leave it sitting out all night and throw it away. He will cook 6 eggs at a time for himself then not finish it consistently. Make Less Next Time or USE THE FRIDGE.

He leaves every single light on and I don’t mean oops I left it on when I came upstairs and forgot. I mean he will leave at night to go to the bar and leave four lights on, the computer running and everything on high to go out for 4-6 hours. I am now acting like the parent of a child having to listen for his car driving away to go down the stairs and shut everything off god forbid my hydro bill pay the price and the birds be stuck with lights blaring keeping them awake.

We are flat broke right now, we have run ourselves dry, we made it very clear that past the first batch of purchases we got for him his expenses were his responsibility. He has asked for gas money every week since the start. He will make up some story about his car just burning through gas “it must be broke !” “Just filled it now sure how this happened???” For the first bit we went along with it adding it to list he owes us for but it quickly became a clear habit so we stopped. IMMEDIATELY started guilt tripped and being manipulative about it. Sending pictures of a car on E on the road after we said no, going “well where’d that 10$ I gave you go?????” Being super pushy and not taking No I don’t have money to give You as an answer.

Keeps wanting to do the grocery shop with this undertone of “I want to do the shop without you there so I can over buy things we don’t need and you’ll have to foot the bill for it” constantly mentioning things like expensive meats he wants to eat, buying excess of things we already have in the house, brands and things we cannot afford. Initially I interpreted his offers as kind like oh this is a hard task for me he wants to help! But this one day he was supposed to do it but we were out of pizza sauce and I was literally in the middle of prepping the dough so I just ran out and did it. He was So Mad that he didn’t get to do it like sir? Wtf was so important about groceries that I’ve foiled your plans here? What the HELL were you going to do?

Jack also smokes, if you buy x amount of cartons you get them cheaper so they were going to buy x amount and split the bill together. Dude smoked like 5/6 cartons all by himself. To add to this I have found his cigarettes all over my front yard from him smoking in his car and throwing it in to the grass, also some left at the side door instead of the ashtray that’s right the fuck there. On top of that half of these are still like full cigarettes? Just completely wasting shit that’s already a chaotic price for a habit he certainly can’t afford.

Habits:

We’ve had alcohol sitting in our house since our wedding. We don’t drink much but every now and then we celebrate something and have a nice night together. It’s nice having the booze sitting there for those random times we can have some fun without spending any money cause it’s already here. He drank a full bottle of vodka, rum, gin, kahlua, and wine within the second week of being here. It was all gone in a night.

He is incapable of flushing his own toilet. Every morning after he leaves for work I have to do the round shutting off the lights and discovered that he just leaves his shit to ferment all day long. There is piss splash all along the seat and surrounding floor. It reeks like a porta potty. It’s fucking disgusting.

Lies about it every tiny little thing, pretended I just didn’t buy two chocolate bars I mustve only gotten one and that’s why only one is in the pantry now. I found the wrapper on the floor of his room for that bar. Says he’s staying in this weekend doesn’t want to go out drinking can’t afford it then immediately goes out. Says he has no money for gas he can’t be doing anything then goes to drive to a fro around town for no reason other than to just drive.

Gotta love the casual bragging about all the “chores” he’s done so we should be grateful (he washed his own frying pan he used and the whole house needed to know about it)

Weaponized incompetence. Ohh I didn’t know the dishwasher was clean! There’s a giant sign on the front that says clean. Deliberately messing up cookies he wanted to make four times for his coworkers so that I would have to do it for him (that didn’t work, enjoy bringing gross cookies in, magically he made them perfectly the next time)

My all time favourite of “I think I’ll do X!” And then standing in the kitchen staring at me waiting for me to get up and do it for him. Boy does he every huff and puff when I do not move and just go “enjoy” when he starts asking 20 questions back to back to trigger me to just do it myself it’ll be easier I instead just go “idk” “try asking google”. Suddenly he’s capable of doing the thing with no further questions.

Claims to be a neat freak, will make an underhanded comment about dog fur or a bird poop on the couch or some other very small not a big deal thing then fails to even keep his bedroom clean. I have had to clean up sticky coffee spills from the hallway, deep clean the stair he covered in mud and clay, his room has no visible floor, need I mention the state of that bathroom again? Neat freak my ass you just want to complain and talk shit without sounding rude?

Dramatic gagging sounds whenever he sees a bird poop. Pretended to “help” by picking up a dog poop (which we didn’t ask him to do it’s our dog we’ll clean it) and then dramatically fake vomiting the entire time until one of us walked over took the bag from him and did it. Our dogs are on raw, the poops are small and have very minimal smell. No one asked him to do this if you were truly this bothered by poop you would just not. You just wanted to make a scene. About how Gross our animals are cause that seems to be all you do in a day.

Keeps going out the side door to smoke in the middle of the night then not locking the door when he comes back in.

Goes out every night drinking then spends all day bitching about not getting enough sleep

OH MY GOD I can only take Advil for my migraines bc of my heart medication. We have Tylenol for everyone else. HE TOOK THE ENTIRE BOTTLE OF ADVIL IN ONE FUCKING NIGHT. So I’ve been stuck with debilitating pain and no pain relief because it’s expensive as fuck. The bottle of Tylenol was also half chugged down by the next weekend. We will not be buying more.

Any and all leftovers I have from cooking for myself and Jack (I cook meals for all of us if he’s home but if he’s not I won’t bc who knows what time he’ll show up) he just eats without even asking. Most of the time the leftovers are for my flare up days so I can eat when I’m in pain. He’s been told this. He doesn’t care. If there is food pre made he will consume all of it it doesn’t matter if it’s way too much for one person to eat. He’ll just leave it out all night for a week to rot in the basement. Otherwise the only thing he will cook for himself is eggs. Expensive. We no longer buy eggs he can buy his own to feed that expensive diet choice.

Common sense not to use metal on things like frying pans and baking sheets. I inform him of this anyways, do not cut directly on my pizza pans. It will make them rust and no longer be non stick. These are new. Don’t damage them. He was supposed to be home for home made pizza, didn’t show until like 2am. I left cooking instructions with the dough pre set up for him just need to put on toppings bake and serve. I left a note saying “do NOT cut on tray” he cut on the tray. This was the second time. Both trays are permanently damaged. My notes were found in the oven burnt. Thanks for the fire hazard.

Complains about there being insects in the basement (there’s the occasional spider and we’ve had some rain so the occasional little wood bug is piping up the escape the rain) it just needs to dry and they’ll be gone. It’s a basement. There’s gonna be some spiders n shit. Bitched about there being ants. I’ve never had ants in this house anywhere, lo and behold leaving his food out all over the damn room attracted them. Told him this fact. He goes no it couldn’t possibly be that and demands to use chemicals (bird death so NO). Eventually got him to bring up his dishes and BEHOLD the ants are all gone.

Bitched about it being cold in the basement, (it’s warm enough for my tropical parrots?) we bought a second space heater for him. Yet he doesn’t use the spare blankets down there at all, still complains about it being cold. It’s the pit of summer. I’m not turning the central heating on??? Use the damn blankets????? Move the space heater closer to you????? Close your bedroom door??????????? This space heater has been left too close to flammable objects on no less than four occasions so far. It’s like he wants my house to burn down.

He kept wanting to be involved and help the house so we were having a bbq and asked him to pick up some small things we needed like a case of beer and some buns. He left and never showed back up. He then ate the leftovers of five burger patties and seven hotdogs which we were hoping to eat after pride all in one sitting for breakfast.

Ah yes, continuously eating the last of something and informing no one that it’s gone. Had no pickles for the bbq cause he ate them without telling anyone, numerous times I’ve been ready to do something just to find out there’s no cheese in the fridge bc he failed to notice it used the last of it and replace it with one we have in the freezer, eating all the prepped ingredients and putting empty containers in the fridge. It’s not hard to tell someone something is getting low, add it to the list, write it down, or literally anything other than eat the last of it and make it someone else’s problem later

Anywho this whole setup is shit, if we don’t get money by his next check we’ll be cutting ties and telling him to find a new place by the end of the month. This is getting ridiculous. Every day he’s asking for money while talking down to us and talking shit about our pets or our home all the while making no effort to pay what’s owed.

[omgrachwrites]

Lie To Me - Chapter One

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, teeny bit of angst, Dalton being adorable

Summary: Sparks fly when you meet a handsome boy through a horror movie forum. Fires blaze when you meet him again in college.

A/N: I loved writing this so much! I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know if you would like to be tagged and let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Chapter One

Your younger sister looked at you like you were crazy as you told her about the update between you and Dalton. She was momentarily dumbstruck as she stared at you as you leaned on the kitchen counter sipping your homemade cola slushy.

Beth shook her head in bewilderment, “you are fucking crazy.”

“Language, Beth,” Sara, your stepmom tutted as she walked into the kitchen weighed down with grocery bags that she placed on the counter, “now, we all know that Y/N is fucking crazy,” she grinned at you, making you laugh, “but what is she crazy for this time specifically?”

You loved Sara, she’d married your dad when you were five years old, and they had Beth a year later. She had always treated you like you were her daughter and she was great for your dad too. Beth let out an agitated breath – you were complete opposites; she was far too careful – as she looked at you before looking back at her mom.

“You know that guy Y/N has been talking to for the last couple of weeks, from the horror movie chatroom? She’s agreed to web cam with him tonight.”

“Ooh, is that Dalton?” Sara asked as she began to unpack the groceries, but before you could confirm it, Beth spoke up.

“Who has a name like Dalton?! I’ve never met anyone with that name, I bet he’s a total weirdo.”

Sara grinned at you, clearly not taking her daughter’s fears seriously, “Y/N’s practically an adult,” she directed her next words at you, “and you could do with some harmless flirting before you go off to college and all the boys will be lined up to date you,” she kissed the top of your head.

“Sara,” you groaned as you rolled your eyes.

“What?” she laughed, “you’re so beautiful, all the boys will be lined up.”

“I can’t believe you’re moving halfway across the country to go to college,” Beth pouted.

You sighed as you slurped up the rest of your slushy, “I know, but I made a deal with my mom that I’d move down there after high school.”

Sara glanced at you too from over her shoulder as she put the ice cream in the freezer, “your dad tried to talk your mom into letting you stay here.”

“I know,” you smiled.

“Go on then, when is your scheduled web cam date with Dalton then?” every time someone brought up the subject of you going away to college, Beth quickly changed the subject.

“Sometime tonight, I’m thinking about after dinner,” you grinned, feeling excited. You seriously did hope that he wasn’t a weirdo.

Dinner that evening was your favourite but you hardly tasted it as you were working on eating it as fast as you could without getting sick. Your dad was constantly asking you if you were okay, usually you were really talkative during dinner. Every time you told him that you were fine, Beth and Sara would exchange glances with smirks on their faces.

As soon as you could, you made an excuse to leave the table, saying you wanted to get an early night. You didn’t dare tell your dad about your meeting with Dalton, he’d react just as badly as Beth did.

You sat at your desk and signed into your laptop, you’d already received a chat message from Dalton, the timestamp on the message was from about ten minutes ago, “shit,” you swore under your breath as you read the message.

Dalton: Hey J  are you ready?

You hurriedly typed back.

You: Hi, Dalton. I promise I wasn’t ignoring you, I was having dinner but I’m ready when you are.

Dalton typed for a couple of moments before the notification disappeared and then reappeared, it seemed as though he was deleting the message over and over. It became clear that he decided against writing a message and instead he sent you an invitation to begin web camming. You were so shocked that you almost pressed decline. You took a deep breath as you accepted the invitation.

Both yours and Dalton’s screens popped up at the same time and you realised that you both had identical expressions of relief on your faces, “hi,” you started at the same time

“I was worried,” once again, you both spoke at the same time and Dalton laughed as he gestured for you to go first.

“I was so worried that you were gonna be a middle aged weirdo,” you started, making him throw his head back as he burst into laughter, “I was thinking like Al from Toy Story 2,” you giggled as he grinned at you.

Dalton wasn’t average, he was hot and the dimples that he had on either side of his cheeks when he smiled didn’t hurt either. He ran a hand through his long hair, “you see, I was worried that you were gonna be the kind of weirdo that still lived in their parent’s basement with body parts in a chest freezer.

You giggled, covering your mouth to stifle the sound a little, “that is very specific.”

“Yeah,” he flushed “I have a lot of irrational fears.”

“No, no, it’s not an irrational fear, I mean that is a very legit fear. It’s just very specific,” you laughed as he smiled at you. It went silent for a moment or so, and you could tell by his body language that he was nervous, “so,” you started.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Y/N,” he groaned as he rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes, “I’m so awkward,” before you could tell him it was okay he began talking again, “my brother convinced me to make an account on that forum, said I should meet more people. And, now I’m babbling,” he blushed as he fell silent.

“Dalton, it’s okay. Really,” you giggled, the light of his laptop screen illuminating his handsome face, “I was really nervous about today too.”

“You were?” he asked, looking at you with wide eyes, “worried that I’d be a creep?”

You nodded, “yeah, it was that at first and then I thought you might actually be a nice guy and that made me nervous too.”

Dalton grinned at you in a thankful sort of way and his eyes flickered to the works of art that you decorated the walks of your bedroom with. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the beautiful drawings, most of them charcoal.

“Whoa, did you draw those?” he gestured to the drawings.

You giggled before realising that he was serious, “no, I’m very flattered that you think I did draw them though. My dad has a place in Tuscany which we go to pretty often, and the drawings were created by the local artists. This is my favourite one,” you gestured at a charcoal drawing of Romeo and Juliet on the balcony.

He smiled, “I’ve never been to Italy.”

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed, it was your favourite place in the whole world, “so, you like art then?”

Dalton nodded, looking a lot more animated and at ease now as he shifted in his desk chair, “yeah I’m doing it at college this year.”

“Wow! You must be good; I can barely draw a stick man.”

Dalton laughed, he had a nice laugh, a deep rumble, “it’s just something I’ve always done,” he shrugged it off like it was no big deal, “what about you? Are you off to college this year?”

You nodded with a smile, you were excited to go to college but you just wished that you could stay in New York, “I am! I’m doing film studies.”

“Hence the love for horror movies, I’m guessing?”

“Yes,” you laughed “what about you, where does your love for horror movies come from?”

At your question, Dalton got shy again as he began to fiddle with the draw strings on his sweatpants, wrapping it around his hand nervously, “I like horror movies but I’m not really a massive fan of being scared so I mostly watch older ones that don’t have all the special effects. I don’t know, they seem less scary,” he mumbled. He was so cute.

“I’ve never really seen many of the older horror films.”

Dalton gasped, pretending to be shocked, “an aspiring film maker and you haven’t seen the classics,” he shook his head making you laugh, “maybe we should watch one sometime.”

“Maybe we should,” you grinned.

The both of you spoke for a couple of hours more, sharing interests and listening to music. When Dalton had to sign off to grab a shower you both promised to web chat at the same time the following night. And, that’s how it was between you two for the remainder of the summer. He quickly became the first thing you thought about when you woke up in the morning and the last thing you thought about before going to sleep.

Eventually it was the night before you were due to leave for college and you were sad, you didn’t know when you would see his face again. You tried to make it seem like it was no big deal.

“I’m gonna miss speaking to you,” you said as you were saying your goodbyes.

“We’ll still be able to speak to each other, just not every day,” he sighed when you nodded, “will you let me know when you get to college safe?”

“Yeah,” you replied making him smile.

“I’ll speak to you real soon, Y/N.”

“Bye Dalton.”

He gave you one last smile before he signed off, leaving you with a hurting heart.

Dalton huffed in frustration, he couldn’t get the painting right and now his hand was killing him as he got rid of the mistake. The door flew open which made him swear beneath his breath as he jumped and splotched paint everywhere. He knew it was Chris without having to turn around, he really needed to get the spare key from her at some point.

“Jesus, Chris! You gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed.

“Sorry, sorry. Thought you might want to meet my new roommate and get dinner with us.”

He sighed, he really wasn’t in the mood and he had too much to do, he turned around ready to blurt out some excuse but he stopped as he saw the pretty girl at Chris’ side, “Y/N?”

“Dalton?” she grinned, her face lighting up as she did so, “it is you!”

Chris looked very confused as she looked between Dalton and Y/N, “you two know each other?”

“Yes,” they both said at the same time, and Dalton felt a blush creep across his cheeks.

It looked like Chris wanted to say something about it but she decided against it as she looked at Dalton with a raised eyebrow, “so, are you coming?”

Dalton nodded – maybe he did need a break – as he put his paintbrush down, “yeah let me just grab a jacket.”

Chris nodded before her phone rang, she groaned as she looked down at it, “I need to take this, I’ll meet you guys out front.”

“Sure,” Y/N and Dalton say in unison again as Chris leaves the room.

“We really need to stop doing that,” Dalton laughed as he grabbed a jacket.

“Well, I think you should learn to read my mind and figure out when I’m gonna speak, problem solved,” she joked.

Dalton laughed as he shrugged his jacket on, “oh, it’s like that is it?” he grinned, blushing as she smiled at him, “hi.”

“Hey,” she said softly as she walked up to him and gave him a hug, standing on her tiptoes.

Dalton grinned as he hugged her back, he couldn’t believe she was standing here in front of him, at the same college. He no longer had to see her through a computer screen. She smiled as she pulled away and looked around his room with interest.

“Wow, I was right,” she gestured at the art on his walls, “you are good.”

Dalton flushed as he ducked his head but grinned all the same, “thank you.”

Her pretty eyes landed on the drawing he was working on at the moment, he’d only done the outline of the walls so far, “what’s that you’re working on?”

“Just something for Art class,” he said quickly, it wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Before she could reply, Chris shouted to the both of them, “are you losers coming?”

Dalton and Y/N laugh as they glance at each other before going outside to meet their friend.

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟼

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻 : 𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢

Exam day is finally here. You try to focus the best you can on your work, excited for what is coming after. You know Donghyuck has plans to meet Yeji at a cafe to finally end things with her. He’s going to finally be yours and yours only. Once the announcement is made that the time is up, you drop your test off on the instructor's desk,

following your friends out of the classroom. You don’t waste any time on small talk though, you say some pleasantries and hurry out of the university. You stop at a store on the way home, to pick up some fresh vegetables and steaks to cook a special meal for YOUR man and race home, waiting on Donghyuck to finally come over.

♡♡Meanwhile♡♡

Donghyuck sits at a table in a local cafe waiting on Yeji to show. She’s already fifteen minutes late. He pulls his phone out and shoots her a text.

DONGHYUCK: I’m at the cafe, where are you?

He doesn’t receive a text back though. He can’t understand why she wouldn’t even respond. Something just doesn’t feel right. He continues waiting another ten minutes before deciding to call her. The phone rings without being answered. Frustrated he instantly dials her back. Finally the call is answered.

“Where are you, Yeji?” he snaps, shocked by what he hears.

He runs out of the cafe and hurries to where Yeji is. Donghyuck walks into a hospital room, seeing his girlfriend peacefully sleeping in the bed. She is hooked up to all sorts of wires and tubes. Donghyuck is at a total loss for words. He runs out into the hallway to find a doctor to get some answers, returning to her room feeling defeated. He pulls his phone out to text you, wanting to inform you of what is going on when his phone dies. 

You wake up on the sofa, looking around realizing you must've slept through the night. You check your phone and don’t see any missed calls or texts from Donghyuck. You unlock your phone and dial his number but the call goes right to voicemail. 

You feel your heart break in half. He didn’t come back to you like he swore he would. Did Donghyuck decide to stay with her? Did he decide to forgive her and now they’re going to be a happy couple again? This is all your fault, you knew better than to get involved in a situation like this and a guy like him.

You meet your friends to finish up some missing assignments for your classes. Even though you aren't being too productive you can’t explain to your friends what is actually distracting you. You have to keep lying to them, pretending that everything is fine.

“I am so hungover,” Hendery complains, rubbing his head.

“Who’s idea was it to go out?” Doyoung asks.

Before anyone could answer, Jaemin, Jeno, and Johnny walks over to your table. 

“Don’t you get a break after the exams?” Jaemin wonders.

“Well…we still have some work we need to hand in,” Kun explains.

“We’re lucky you’re here,” Doyoung smiles. “Could you help with this part?” Jaemin leans over the table to get a better look. “This part?” Jaemin asks.

“Yea,” YangYang nods.

“Eh, to be honest, I'm not that good at this. Donghyuck is the expert, it’s a shame he’s not here with us,” Jaemin explains.

“Where is Donghyuck?” you ask, slowly looking up at Jaemin. You have to ask, you need to know where he is. Even if it’s going to destroy you, you know that you still need to hear it.

“His girlfriend was in a really bad car accident so he slept in the hospital last night,” Jaemin explains.

“Yeji woke up this morning though,” Jeno adds. “We just got back from the hospital. She seems to be ok now.”

“That’s good to hear,” Kun sighs. “Ok, let’s get back to work so we can get this shit finished.”

Yeji sits in her hospital bed, alone. Feeling an array of emotions, when Donghyuck walks back into her room. “Oh you're awake,” he states. “How are you feeling?”

She looks at him, not knowing what to say. She feels so much guilt  that she isn’t sure how to put what she needs to say into words.

He walks over to the table in the corner of the room and pours a glass of water, handing it to Yeji. “Here,” he says, handing her the glass of water. “I just talked to your mom on the phone, she should be here shortly.”

Yeji stares at him for a few seconds, “what about…the man who…”

“Oh the man who was driving?” Donghyuck interruptes. “He’s alright. He’ll be going home soon. He’s actually in the room next to yours. Do you want to go see him, Yeji?”

She stares down at her bed, internally panicking. “Donghyuck…”

He sits down on the bed next to her, “I’ve actually known for awhile now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as tears start to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Donghyuck. I know I really hurt you, Hyuck, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t cry,” he sighs, wiping her cheek with his hand.

Once Yeji is released from the hospital, Donghyuck brings her home to her dorm. They walk inside together, he places two bags down on her desk then turns to look at her. “This is your medicine and this is dinner. Don’t forget to take your meds after dinner or your scar won’t heal,” he explains.

Yeji nods, looking at him with wide eyes.

He looks around, uncomfortable, “well, call me if you have some kind of emergency.” He turns to walk out of her room when Yeji grabs his hand, pulling him back towards her. 

“Are you leaving?” she asks, pouting.

“You weren’t here for so long, the room smells musty,” he says, changing the subject. Donghyuck walks over and opens the balcony door to let some fresh air inside. He steps out onto the balcony, Yeji following.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “his name is Hyunseung. He’s a senior in my faculty. He knew that I had a boyfriend, but he was very persistent.”

Donghyuck slowly turns to look at her, “and you still talked to him?”

“He…he knew how to take care of girls. He took me to a lot of new places, places that I had never been to,” she explains as tears start to stream down her cheeks.

“And that includes him buying you things,” he adds. “Things that I can’t afford to buy you.”

“At first, I was just going to toy with him,” Yeji states. “But eventually I…”

“Had feelings for him?” Donghyuck interrupts, finishing the sentence for her. He leans over the railing to look out over the balcony then back at her. “For how long?”

“About…two months now,” Yeji confesses.

“Did you sleep with him,” he wonders.

“It was a mistake,” she insists. “This whole time, he wasn’t serious with me. He hangs out with so many other girls.”

“How do you know?” Donghyuck sighs.

“He never cared, Hyuck. Even when I was in the hospital. If he cared, he would have gotten a hold of me by now,” she cries.

“So you’re upset that he hasn’t contacted you?” Donghyuck huffs.

“No,” she denies. “I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant is, it made me realize that the only one who stands by me is you.”

She leans over, wrapping her arms around him as the tears continue to flow. “Hyuckie, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please don’t break up with me.”

He fights back tears when he sees you standing on your balcony, staring at him. Your eyes meet for a moment before he quickly looks away. You know what that means, you know he was staying with her and there is nothing you can do or say to change that. You turn and return inside your room as a tear runs down your cheek.

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confessions

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you confess your feelings to eddie but does he feel the same way about you?

i don’t give anyone permission to copy my work!

you were getting packed up for a sleepover at nancy’s, you two always had sleepovers ever since you both were little, even now that you two are older and high schoolers you both still did the same things that you’ve both done when you were younger, like gossip and talk about boys but also plans after graduation. you knew exactly what you wanted to do when you were done with high school, finally move from out of the state and go to college of course. but there’s something that is bothering you, you have the biggest crush on the town’s freak eddie munson, the only person who knew about your crush was nancy since she is your best friend. she thought you and eddie would make a cute couple if you ever decided to tell him how you feel, the thing is that it’s not the easy to come out and say how you feel because anything can happen good or bad.

it didn’t take you long to pack as soon as you were finished nancy was already in your driveway waiting for you to step out of the house, you quickly made it over to her car. “hello, nance, i’m so excited for girls night at your place, i miss it when we were younger.” you said. “me too, y/n. i’m so excited for our girls’ night. this is going to be a fun night just you and me.” she said as she pulled out of your driveway and drove over to her house. your mind wondered off about eddie, thinking about his smile, his cute brown eyes and his curly brown hair. nancy snapped you out of your daydream, you didn’t realize that she finally pulled up into her driveway. “oh, i’m sorry nance, i guess my mind wondered off for a bit.” you said as you laughed a bit. “no need to worry, it’s totally fine now let’s go inside so we can get this girl’s night started.” she said you nodded your head and you took your things and got out of the car and went into the house.

the sleepover was unforgettable something you always missed. you and nancy don’t do sleepovers so often but luckily you both wanted this one. you opened up to her about finally stepping out of your zone and may confess your feelings to eddie, nancy agreed that you should do it one day but she was pushing you to do it right away, she knows it’s not that easy to confess how you feel towards someone you like but she sure did boost up your confidence, maybe tonight you’ll confess after the meeting when no one is around listening or you’ll just keep it inside like always.

tonight’s game really wasn’t all that great, you wasn’t paying attention, it was hard for you to stay focus, which lead to being out of the game. it was so unlike you to be out of the game right away, you literally be in the game much longer but this time is different and eddie knows there’s something up with you and he will get the answers to why you’re being the way you are, he knows your behavior is so uncalled for.

the campaign was over and you honestly was excited you were ready to leave but just when you were about to leave out of the door, eddie called you back. “hey y/n can we talk for a second?” he asked. you knew what was gonna happen next, he definitely gonna question your behavior during the campaign. “um sure, what is it that you want to talk to me about?” you asked. before you could even hear him out you honestly wished you walked out when everyone else did.

“i just want to know is everything okay? you’ve been acting weird since the campaign started.” eddie said. you looked at eddie and nodded your head, “yup, i’m totally fine eddie no need to worry about me, i’m fine.” you said. it wasn’t completely a lie, i mean you were fine and not fine at the same time but you didn’t want him worrying about you then you’ll be in this room with him longer than expected knowing that nancy is probably still outside waiting on you to come out of the building.

mike ran back in the room, he’s a little out a breath because he ran back into the school just to tell you that nancy is waiting on you.

“are you coming y/n nancy says hurry now.” mike said.

“yeah, you know what no, i’m gonna catch a ride with eddie, tell nance she doesn’t have to worry i have a ride home. i mean that’s if you don’t mind eddie?” you asked.

“of course not, i’ll drive you home.” he said as he gave you a smile. mike ran out of the room as you got your stuff ready to go home, it’s finally time to tell eddie how you feel no matter how hard it is.

shortly you and eddie made it out of building you both walked to his van and got inside, you looked over at him and smiled, “eddie i want to apologize about the way i was acting today at the game, like i should’ve been more focused but something is bothering me.” you said.

“and what’s that?” he asked

“that’s the thing, it’s not that easy to talk about.”

“try me.”

he pulled out of the school’s parking lot and started to drive you home, you stared out the window before you began to confess your feelings for him.

“well eddie i um, how can i put this? well for awhile i been having these um what you call feelings for you, i know we’re friends and close and all but i felt like this was gonna happen anyway, i didn’t want it to happen but it did which makes me nervous because i don’t know how you feel and you might think i’m crazy to fall for you.” you said, just when you were done confessing he pulled into your driveway, you was waiting on him to say something but he didn’t which shocked you.

you felt embarrassed, you couldn’t even look at him, you grabbed your things and got out his van quickly, you didn’t dare to look back to see how he looked, you clearly want to avoid him from now on, you walked up to your doorstep and went inside your house. when you got to your room you was gonna spill everything to nancy about how the conversation went.

[bright-tatters]

Tatters #25

A runner came to Fortune, not with a telegram, but with a message from the clinic at the center of the Ward. That had been a triumph of engineering, upgrading from the loose network of sawbones that had serviced the Ward before. The administrators were among Fortune’s favorite people in the grand scheme of things.

“There’s someone,” the runner said articulately. “They found him on the street, he’s…you’d better come see.”

“Car accidents aren’t my specialty,” Fortune said dryly. No matter what the malcontents by the mills said.

“Please, sir. A couple of people are calling him Councilor Lu.”

Fortune set down his drink and rang for Habbamock. “Show me.”

It was an evening just clearing from a rainy day, and the rivulets between Tatters’ cobblestones glistened in all their rainbow opacity. Some automobiles had come in from wealthier Wards; two together could crowd a vintage Tatters street to a near standstill. But Tatters managed. Tatters always managed.

Fortune walked, quickly. Habbamock stalked at his side, above his own height and more comfortingly muscular.

The runner walked with him into the cube of bricks where Tatters tended to its own. “One level upstairs,” said the boy, “ask for Councilor Lu.”

Fortune tossed him a silver coin and took the stairs two at a time. “Watch outside,” he said to Habbamock. He had his ring. He wasn’t going into an empath’s den unarmed.

The patient had a private room, a courtesy extended to few. Beside the bed there was a woman Fortune had seen around minor errands, one of Tatters’ even if she wasn’t one of Fortune’s.

“Sir!” she said, standing. “Fortune, sir!”

Fortune stared.

On the off-white bed under a stained brown blanket lay a man of august height with a disproportionately shrunken body. How old would Mière Lu be? Sixty? His features were distinguished but sunken, no longer handsome but careworn and strained. His skin was nearly effulgently white. And his scalp…his scalp had been shaved in patches. Red scars marked squares around his skull. Tufts of iron-gray hair half covered what proved to be, when Fortune touched him, more scars.

Fortune looked at the woman. “Miss Terrance, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. How did֫ you know?”

“I’m good with faces.” And people tended to be off balance, respectful, or both when confronted with Fortune’s knowledge of their names. “What happened?”

Her concern transferred from herself to the patient. “I found him in the street,” she said. “Just like you see him, it was snowing out, I…I called for help. I just stared at him waiting and I…I recognized him. Fortune, Councilor Lu disappeared eight years ago.”

Almost to the day. “He obviously hasn’t been having a good time of it. Thank you, summoning me was the right move.”

“Are we in trouble?”

‘We’ meaning Tatters? “No. I’ll manage this. You can go, if you want. Councilor Lu is under my protection now.”

She stood. “I’ll go, then. Will you be staying? Can I get you something to eat?”

Fortune felt himself doing a double take. “No,” he said, and also felt himself smiling. “That’s kind of you. No, I’ll be fine.”  Kindnesses too often came with knives.

“Goodnight, sir.”

“Goodnight, Miss Terrance.”

Fortune sat up with the comatose Councilor. He could see, in the bare lines of the emaciated man’s face, the person who had initiated him, twenty long years previously. An empath. Did that mean he deserved this?

Who had taken him? Why? What did all the scars mean? Why drop him off in Tatters? What could Fortune do? Total physical custody of a member of the Council of Light was nothing to sneeze at. Lu might get him precious leverage. If anyone would believe he was here.

Then again, how many former pages would be happy to know he’d simply died of his injuries? After all, teenaged Bailey White could not possibly have been a first or a last.

Fortune sat beside the patient. “They called you a born showman,” he said quietly, and reached for Lu’s hand. It was cold and clammy. “So what are you promoting now?”

The hand twitched in his grasp. Fortune backed off, letting it lie against his palm.

That’s when he saw the ring.

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

✍ WIP Thursday Wednesday ✍

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I don’t really have any new WIPs right now…at least I don’t think I’ve overlooked any WIPs to share lol. So I’m going to share another section from my Court Gentry fic

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At the prompting of the Gray Man, the pair left the hotel behind in search of arrangements less likely to be checked by the men after him and the people after her.  Though it was evident enough to him the Unseen wasn’t fond of the location he selected, she followed him without complaint.

It took Court two hours to find a location he preferred, and the time spent searching aggravated his nerves.  He didn’t like leaving Riley alone with people on the lookout for them despite giving her very strict and very specific instructions on hiding in the hotel room, what to do if someone broke in, where to rendezvous if she cleared the building, and what to message him in the event of trouble.  He left her with a knife for self defense, after her refusal to use a gun, and showed her proper technique to practice while he was away.

All his efforts were worth it in the end.

The building he found sat on the corner of the street on the opposite side of town.  Run by a husband and wife team, the building was in need of some repair, but at the same time, it provided security features missed by state of the art refurbishings.  Court requested the corner room at the end of the hall on the third floor, two floors directly below the roof access with window views on the south and east side of the room.  If needed, the roof access would give them a chance to escape on the neighboring roof which was one story shorter than the hotel.  Court found it a bonus that the third floor hallway creaked when walked upon, making it harder for anyone to sneak up on them.

The only problem was the room he paid cash for was two times smaller than the room he and Invis would leave.  One bed, one closet, one chair, one table, one small cable television, and one full bath shoved into the size of a half bath.  The wife who ran the desk in the lobby knew nothing about selling a single room to a man intent on bringing a second person with him to stay in the postcard-size room, and if they were caught, that could cause more problems.  Or more likely, more money.  Which was fine if that was the case.  They had the funds, but it would be better if the lady at the desk only knew of a random man taking up residence instead of a couple taking up residence.  

Court was pleased to return to the hotel where he left Riley to find her not only safe and sound but still practicing the techniques he taught her.  “Your form looks good,” he supplied after he watched her a few times.  “I’m impressed.”

Invis shrugged, but a little smile tugged at her lips.  “I’ve got a good teacher.  So,” she asked as she offered the knife back, “what’s the plan?”

Court declined the offer of the knife and instead helped her attach the sheath to her back belt buckle and hide it and the knife under her shirt as a precaution.  Better she have it than him.  “I’ve found a new place for us to hide.  The sooner we get over there, the better.”

Once they were standing in front of the building, he would have laughed at her wide-eyed expression if it were under different circumstances.  Her amazement quickly turned to confusion when he gave her the key to their room, had her tuck her hair in her beanie cap, informed her to walk through the lobby and up the stairs like she belonged and that she was cold, and once she got to the room to open the window on the east side.  “What are you going to do?” she asked once he finished his instructions.

“Wait for you to open the window.”

“What?  Why the hell–”

“I’ll explain when we’re out of the cold, not before.”

Under three minutes later, Court waited on the street below the east window, and as he waited, he was debating on if he needed the climbing rope in his pack or not.  He decided to forgo the rope and instead started climbing the drain pipe and parkour his way to the nearby window, now open.  

Riley poked her head out the window and looked straight down, frowning at the sight of the empty street.  Before she could call out for Six, the noise to her right caught her attention, and she watched with wide eyes as he free climbed his way from the drain pipe to the window.  Quickly shimmying her upper body back inside, she moved out of the way for Court to enter through the window.  “I’m going to assume that was necessary?”

“You’d assume right,” he answered as he slid his pack off his back and began setting security measures of his own.

[kjs-s]

Put on an act

Pairing: Foggy Nelson x reader

Summary Foggy panickly introduced you as his partner to his ex.

Prompts :“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” and “Act like we’re dating, I see my ex”

Word Count: 1300

Warnings:  none I can think of

A/N: This is my entry for @locke-writes 2k celebration. Congats again Noah and I hope you will like this

''We need to pick something meaningful. Which ones do you think will say 'thanks for sticking around' and ' we appreciate you'?'' Foggy asked you looking around the flower shop a little lost. Karen's ten-year anniversary working for Matt and Foggy was coming up.  The little celebration was your idea after Karen narrated how she came to work with them when you were first hired as a paralegal. You couldn't believe how fortunate you were to be employed by such terrific people.

''I know that, pick pansies, sunflowers, and yellow roses. We actually had a botany and flower meaning class in my university.'' Your tone was so sincere that you could fool anyone that didn't know how fond of sarcasm you were.

''Really?'' Foggy sounded enthusiastic hoping he wouldn't have to stay any longer in the shop and he could just return to the office and the case he was working on.

''Of course not. I have no clue, my botanic skills and non-existent. Let me look it up.'' You searched for the right choices while Foggy was trying hopelessly to locate someone to help you.

After about ten minutes you looked up from your phone.

''Ok, I think I have a decent bouquet picked out. We just need to find those four flowers and ask one of the florists if they go well together.'' You tried to show Foggy your phone but he panicky turned toward you and asked you to follow him out of the way.

''I'm sure those are great but right now I need a favor. Please act like we’re dating, I see my ex over there.'' He nodded towards the entrance where a couple was browsing the potted plants.

''The blonde one, with the cute red coat? She looks like a nice girl.''

''She is but we broke up because she was offered a job in Chicago and I wanted to stay here. And you know me, I couldn't deal with having a long distant relationship. So, please pretend to be my partner if she notices us.''

You didn't get the chance to respond before Marci was right behind you without her company excited to see Foggy again.

''Hi, I almost didn't see you there. How have you been?'' Marci greeted her ex and you couldn't help but admire her confidence. She had a way of talking and could make everyone around her stop to listen to her.

''I'm great. Still working with Matt and the business is doing fantastic. Oh, and that's my partner (Y/N) who also works with us.'' You shook her hand.

''So you are Marci. I knew Foggy's ex was a brilliant lawyer that helped him on cases and I am glad to finally meet you.''

''It's great to meet you too. I am happy that he found such a sweet person as you.'' Then the man who was with her earlier approached you.

''That's my husband Trevor. We got married five months ago and we just moved back to New York. Honey, these are Foggy and (Y/N).'' Trevor knew who Foggy was surprising you about how civil this random meeting was being. You could never imagine being that cordial with any of your exes due to the fact that you broke up because they were either immature or totally arrogant.

Marcia and Trevor had already placed their order and began to leave but not before they invited the two of you to dinner at their new house the next day. An invitation that Foggy accepted without a second thought.

''Are you out of your mind? Couldn't you lie and say we are busy or that Matt needs you for a case?'' You tried so hard to not raise your voice at him.

''I'm sorry, I didn't think this through. I can make something up to try to avoid this. Sorry, I honestly didn’t think it would bother you that much.''

''It's not bothering me. I just believe I would feel bad lying to them during the entire evening. They both seem so friendly. But it will be fine. I don't mind pretending to be your date or your partner. Now let us go see about those flowers. I picked daises that symbolize loyal love, arborvitae for unchanging friendship, and lastly for affection zinnia, and morning glory. I believe Karen deserves the best bouquet for her party.'' Foggy agreed with you and ordered the bouquet to be made and delivered to the office in the afternoon.

Later that day during your little celebration you informed Matt and Karen about your encounter earlier. They found it hilarious that you pretended to date and hoped you at least have a good time during dinner the next day.

You decided to get together before dinner to come up with a story about your relationship just in case they ask.

''We don't have to come up with a complicated story. I have been working for you for a while now and I liked you from the moment I met you. We will just say that after a while we decided to act on those feelings and hopefully, we will be together for a long time since we already see each other all the time. Simple enough?''

''Yes, I like it. I will say that I asked you out before the holidays so if you rejected me at least the office would be closed and I would only be humiliated and heartbroken at home.''

''I would never humiliate you. But, sure let's say that. I just can’t believe I let you drag me into this'' You playfully complained to him before making your way to Marci's home.

She and her husband were delighted to see the two of you, especially Foggy since he hadn't met any of Marci's other friends from when she used to live in New York.

As you predicted, you were asked about how long you are together and how your relationship started.

''I liked (Υ/Ν) since the first day we met. Matt was the one who decided on adding a new employee to our team and we were blessed with this angel. The first thing I noticed from our interview together was the approach to Matt's crazy questions. I hadn't seen anyone else answer him with such intelligence and creativity. And on top of that, we got lucky to find someone with a charming personality. I found the courage to ask (Y/N) out after working together on an extremely tough case. I can't hide that I was a little surprised that such a wonderful person agreed to date me.'' You mentioned that you were the lucky one. And indeed you always felt delighted to have met him. In addition, you hoped there was some truth to his words.

After dinner, he drove you home thanking you for everything and making small talk about work. However, you couldn't get his words out of your mind.

''Did you rehearse your little speech about how we started dating beforehand? Because it was really sweet.'' You asked him while still in his car.

''I didn't, I just honestly find you amazing.'' He couldn't bring himself to look at you right this moment.

''I find you amazing too. And I hope I could do this in a more romantic way but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Just the two of us this time.''

''You mean it? Because I would love to.''

''Of course, I mean it. I will text you the details tomorrow morning after I make a reservation.'' You smiled at him and after giving him a peck on the cheek you left the car. The moment you entered your home you took notes of all the things you had to do the next day in preparation for your first real date.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 231

Everyone, please thank @baelpenrose for reminding me it was Tuesday and that I needed to post a chapter.  I had a few days off, and that made me think today was Monday, as it does sometimes.

Before I do reader shout-outs, I want to mention: I will update the master list on Thursday. It’s almost bed time here, so that’s going to be a bit delayed.

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“All hands, this is Xiomara Kalloe speaking. Prepare for armed and dangerous boarding parties. Further instructions will come from… Sophia Reid, Parvati Fletcher, and Charly Harper.”

Alice’s head snapped around. “What about Hannah? Did something - “

Xiomara held up one palm with regal calm, despite her fingers trembling. “We need Hannah coordinating parties and supplies to the life pods.”

Alice’s eyes darted toward me, and I nodded. Hannah was great with people, but had definitely missed her calling coordinating cargo on long supply drives.

“Ivan, the cafeteria six meters ahead on your left is secure,” I snapped as calmly as possible.

“No, Jokul,” I heard Parvati argue. “I need you and a blunt or sharp object near that last hit to starboard. It’s weak and Huynh has it mapped as potential boarding. Sending HUD map location. Yes, I know they’re cute, but they’re more likely to survive this than we are. Any that ride along with you are fine, but stop pausing for them!”

“ - oil sprayers are in Engineering Five, Level Twenty,” Charly shouted, sitting up and hooking her heels together around a bench so she could use both hands. “Everyone in secure location fourteen, you’re closest. Grab two each, three if you can carry that many, and hand them out to anyone who can hold one.”

“Simon!” I shouted as I hit my datapad again. “Get the arrows. Grab as many as you can think you’ll need that are sharp, and then as many as you can carry of the Charly Special. Find people with long arms, and hand out what you can.” 

“Location Thirteen, whatever Fourteen doesn’t grab, distribute by the food stalls and stay put. It’s flammable as hell.”

Parvati took a deep breath and forced a smile. “This message is for anyone designated for secure locations one through six and thirty through thirty seven. Please distribute as evenly as possible in locations thirteen through twenty three. Combat medic cleared personnel are reassigned to even-numbered locations.”

“Sophia,” A deep voice rumbled in my ear. “This is.. Coffey. Nixe is demanding to be allowed in combat.”

I glanced at Charly, not missing that I had gotten the call and she had not. “Both of you are approved combatants, so I can’t stop either of you. But remember: half of Derek, Sam, and Teeth’s family are confined to Level One, the other half are going to be in combat. Who sits shit out?”

His laugh was the last thing I was expecting. “Phee. Derek and Sam survived together before any of us knew them, and if they make it out of this, they’ll be fine.”

“But what if both - “

“Ix’al and Brol aren’t just going to take in Teeth,” he reprimanded. “The Ark took them in, the S’crirs will return the favor, over and over.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, even though I knew he couldn’t see my face. “I get that. I just… I worry.”

“Then we must live,” he assured before ending the communication.

It took a total of three seconds before I called out. “Charly! Coffey just contacted me.”

She shook her head furiously. “Tell me when we’re out of this.”

“Char - “

“When. We. Are. Out.”

I blinked a couple times before slowly mouthing “okay then”. For all that Coffey had contacted me out of fear of reprimand, clearly they were both of the same mindset. “Then we must live,” he had said. “When,” had been her statement. Neither had even taken ‘if’ into consideration.

Well, okay then, I decided. When. Signalling Ivan again, I started speaking as soon as it connected. “How hot is your forge?”

“Not very?”

I didn’t even hide my disappointment. “As safely as you can manage while getting it done, open the doors. Grab something heavy, and start finding people to grab other heavy things.”

Noah interjected. “Sophia Reid, humanitarian voyages do not allow armed persons - “

“Ivan didn’t make weapons,” I cut off. “Ivan was in the process of making interior needs. Torches, holders, drinking vessels, cooking equipment…”

“Terran media archives indicate that cooking equipment is frequently used as armament.”

I gestured in irritation. “I refuse to be held accountable or delayed by the fact that people forget about cooking pans and cooking knives.  Probably the second human tool ever was a sharp rock to cut things, and the other runner is a flat rock to cook things on.”

“I am terribly concerned what the first tool humans used would have been.”

“A rock,” I ground out in irritation as I started checking for anyone who hadn’t answered my or Parvati’s call already. “A blunt one, to beat things with. You said it yourself - we’re Deathworlders. The only unarmed one is a dead one.”

“Then treaties are satisfied,” Noah confirmed in approval. “This is still a humanitarian vessel.”

Just as that was said, the Ark rocked hard to one side, a new bruise in the waistband I was rapidly collecting. “We’re under fire! Why does that even matter now!?”

Xiomara started to answer, exposing that all of Level One had been tapped into my conversation, before Noah buzzed proudly, drowning anyone out.

“If this is a humanitarian vessel, the Eko-mari cannot fire upon us directly and it restricts their movements.”

Arthur grunted, rubbing a sore spot on his head with one hand. “Yeah? Tell that to…” For once. One time, in our entire acquaintance, he trailed off. “Well, fuck me sideways…”

“You aren’t that pretty,” Evan growled from the pilots’ seats. “But I’ll make sure to tell Worthington you asked. Brace for impact!”

This time, I managed to avoid another injury simply by virtue of the fact that the ship tossed to the same side I was leaning against. “Why the fuck don’t these tables have harnesses underneath!?”

“Fuck. You.” Tyche growled at me while she sat herself up, crossed her legs, and adjusted the leggings-slash-harness she was tied in.

“Don’t be mad,” Maverick instructed before grabbing one of her ankles and yanking her flat. “Almost done…” He repositioned blindly, grabbing her knee on the same leg and yanking.

“OW! Mother fu-”

“You should be jammed against the deck at your hips,” he panted. “That’s as far as I could pull before you stopped, so it should keep you pretty tight.”

I twisted my head around to see, and sure enough, she was blinking and trying to bounce herself. A quick test of arms showed that she could easily brace her shoulders without locking her elbows. “Huh.”

“Just don’t kick the screens,” Evan directed sternly before seeming to think and pinning Tyche’s ankles loosely with one calf. “There. I’ll help hold your feet down.”

“If we’re done flirting…” Arthur droned, “Trajectory needs to change to avoid impact to planet, sending coordinates.”

Flat on her back, Tyche stared up at the ceiling and started rattling off numbers. This time, instead of slamming to one side, the Ark listed calmly.

“All hands,” Maverick announced. “Reminder that rotational gravity ends in fifteen minutes. Repeat, rotational gravity ending in fifteen minutes.” A second later. “Conor, where are we at with the engines and being ready for evasive maneuvers?”

“What the fuck did you call those!?” Huynh shouted. “The ship can’t take a lot more of whatever it was!”

“Getting shot,” came the clipped response. As aware as I was that Maverick was incredibly blunt, this was the first time I had seen him in an actual combat situation, and a lot of things suddenly started making sense. “Conor.”

“Sub luminal engines are ready,” came the response. “Avoid moving drastically on your positive Y as much as you can. We need to evacuate Levels Fifteen through Twenty Two before we can do that.”

“Negative, Engines,” Maverick clipped. “We already evacuated fourteen levels, majority of which are currently in that area.”

“Then fly smart.”

“All I know how to do. Be safe.” Maverick nodded to Evan.

Three taps later, she was on ship wide communication. “People of the Ark. You have ten minutes, maximum, to secure yourselves for maneuvers. Gravity is still standing down, but if there is a need to move sooner, no warning will be given past ten minutes from my mark.” One nod. Two. Five. “Mark!”

A soreness radiating from my left hip jolted me into my body, and I realized no one on Level One was secured other than the pilots.

Fuck.

“Noah, what are we supposed to do!?”

“There is insufficient time to provide restraints…”

“He means hold the fuck on,” Xiomara shouted, gesturing to herself as she wrapped her legs around the pillar of a seat and hooked her arm over the table leg.

There was a scramble as anyone with layers started shedding them and trying to secure themselves to supports, taking Tyche’s previous example.  After a couple of minutes trying various positions, Arthur took Charly’s example and simply sat on the bench beside the table he had been under, hooking his legs around it. “Ribs over head,” he shrugged when I quirked an eyebrow.

“Patching through the S’crirs primary vessel,” Odvub advised.

“Ark, the nuisances are targeting us more precisely. How quickly can you get out of combat?”

“They have our destination coordinates,” Xiomara reminded sharply. “And apparently the Ark is a century overdue for an oil change.”

Noah sounded mortally offended. “There is no oil - Oh.” They were catching up with our thoughts faster, that was a good sign.

“Can you get your ships between us and them? They won’t be able to shoot as freely then, at least,” Arthur suggested.

“They will also have very little need to do so.” Ix’al sounded less reproachful than disappointed when she corrected him. “We cannot even hide our smallest ship at that range.”

“Dammit.”

Maverick jumped in. “Keep firing at them. It will give us excuses to maneuver more dangerously.”

“No!” Tyche, Arthur, and Huynh shouted at the same time. Arthur rushed to explain. “The Eko-mari are gathering around the most damaged points on the Ark.  Any stray fire will breach the hull.”

Parvati, still crammed in with me, brought her databand close enough to her face that I couldn’t even see her mouth when she spoke. “All personnel located on decks - Levels - Fifteen through Twenty-Two, bivouac suits are now mandatory. Repeat: all personnel located on Levels Fifteen through Twenty-Two, bivouac suits are mandatory. Boarding is likely, breach is imminent, and you will be exposed to vacuum.” She muted herself before placing her hands over my ears. “CHARLY! Are the oil sprayers pressurized?”

“No, they use a spring plate!”

“Thank you!” Hands came down and she unmuted herself. “Anyone armed with a sprayer - keep it. They are mechanically pushed, not pressurized, so they’ll still work in vacuum. Better part, they won’t explode in your hands. The oil is still corrosive as hell.”

Corrosive. “Noah! Odvub!” I hissed into my own wrist. “What will corrode the bivouac suits?”

“Anything that will corrode the suits would also be lethal to whoever wore it,” Noah responded without answering.

“Not what I asked.”

“Fluoroantimonic acid,” Odvub supplied. “A superacid which is prohibited from any humanitarian vessel by Galactic Law.”

“Unfortunately, that is what I asked, but still doesn’t help,” I sighed quietly while chaos rang in the background.  It sounded like another one of the ships in the pirate fleet had been destroyed. Grunting briefly when I was slammed against the table again, I started wheezing. “What else can do it?”

“Dual application of a hypersaline solution and electrical current in excess of four thousand volts at a specific voltage,” Odvub added, as calmly as if I had asked for the weather.

And they thought humans were weird…

“Neither of those need oxygen,” I coughed, rubbing my newest sore spot. “Send it to me, please. And thank you.” Turning my head, I tried to shout and got a coughing attack for my efforts.

Yeah, that was definitely a fractured rib.

Clearing my throat, I applied pressure to the side in question and tried again. “Charly! If the Eko-mari board, we need to hit them with brine and a cattle prod. At the same time! Sending you the specs now.”

“Pickle fried Eko-mari, got it! What’s that going to do?”

I twisted my head at the specifications before sending them. “Denature the bivouac suits, I think. That’s what it sounds like.”

“So no assing about with the tasers!” Xiomara shouted. “Last thing we need is to expose ourselves to vacuum while fucking around.”

“Councilor Kalloe, at that amperage, the electricity alone is fatal to humans,” Noah attempted to correct her.

“Only across the heart,” Grey explained offhandedly. “Otherwise it will only leave severe burns and lead to potential amputation.”

“There’s a reason we clarify that we risk ‘life and limb’ for shit,” Huynh grunted as he updated his hot-spot map. “You can survive without several of those last ones.” To prove his point, he shook his left hand - which was notably missing two fingers, and which he had stubbornly refused to have the fingers grown back on.

“I am raising my appendages rapidly in frustration.” Noah buzzed harshly. “Why must humans persist in activities that shorten their lifespans or cause permanent damage?”

No one answered. No one felt the need to, apparently, because as I scanned Level One, anyone who was reacting had simply started gesturing to themselves or blinking sarcastically at the ceiling.

“BRACE - !”

Maverick couldn’t even finish before we were hit.  This hadn’t been a stray shot or evasive maneuver - my legs shot painfully out from under me, and the pants holding me to the bench forced the air out my lungs even as I could hear threads popping.  Charly and Arthur were both thrown from their perches and made it a good couple of feet before they hit the decking and went rolling.

“Damage report!” Evan demanded, grunting. I twisted to see the pilot area, only to see her pulling with both legs to keep Tyche in place, one hand scrambling to grab anything that would give her purchase to untangle them both.

“Injuries to me, single channel,” Grey insisted. “Don’t clog up the comms with medical reports.”

“You were hit from the other side,” Brol’s voice reported. “Not where you had been hit recently, same vicinity.”

“Level Eighteen has vented from the inside!” Conor’s shout broke through. “That hit pushed her too hard!”

“Levels Seventeen through Nineteen have been sealed,” Noah confirmed. “Recommend all human personnel to shelter and secure entries so the Ark can provide oxygen.”

Arthur relayed the order and paused before shaking his head. “All able-bodied humans on those levels have refused to stand down. How long will the suits last?”

“If sealed properly and in vacuum, they will recycle water and oxygen nearly indefinitely.”

“That gives us fourteen days minimum, thirty days at the outside,” Antoine advised, hands flying as he tried to triage injuries that only he could see. “We only have four breached suits in that area, pressure currently applied to minimize loss of atmosphere.”

“Get those four, plus any injured, to a secure shelter. And a medic if there isn’t already one in there,” Xiomara demanded. “All in one, so we have others to use if anyone else needs one.”

Arthur started relaying the order, and seemed to get everyone to play along nicely at first.  Suddenly, he started shouting. “Kimberly Mitchell, you get your ass in that shelter, now!” Pause. “I don’t care, you can thump me later. Your suit reports a broken leg and a leak at the knee.” Pause again. “Gods DAMMIT, I can’t throw my headset, but if I could, I would. Don’t make me send Miys down there to forcibly carry you, they don’t deserve that!”

Parvati cut a glance to me. “Who is he talking to like that?”

I shrugged and kept watching.

“G - Kimberly. Miz Mitchell. I am begging you, please. I am trying to respect your wishes, but right now, I need to be able to tell everyone - Yes. I know. I know it’s hard. But we need you more than you need to do that.” Pause. “Thank you. Thank you. I’m tracking for confirmation.”

“Arthur, who - “

“SHHHHH!” he hissed, holding up a finger. “Two, one… sealing Shelter Eighteen.” Both his hands fell to the decking he was still laying on before he exhaled. “Grandma Kim confirmed alive and secure.”

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[novankenn]

J/C - the Idols of Beacon

--==(Table of Contents) ==--

(Chapter Three - Really? We're doing this?)

While Jaune appeared to be fairly carefree after getting changed, Cardin was much less so. She felt exposed and was dreading anyone seeing her as she was now. She was so focus on the lamenting of hers current situation that she totally missed what Professor Goodwitch had told them upon arriving at their new... lodgings.

"Huh? What?"

"You weren't listening were you?" Jaune asked with a smirk on her face.

"Like why would I?" Cardin snapped, "I'm getting out of this... whatever the fuck it is as soon as possible! I'm not a freak like you!"

"I'm not a freak!" Jaune yelled back.

"What would you call it then? You want to STAY like this! You're a perverted freak!"

"No I'm not!"

"Then what are you? Cause all I see is a freak."

"Just because I'm capable of seeing the benefits..."

"Benefits?" Cardin almost gagged. "What benefits? They took away everything that makes us men! I hate this! I would have rather been kicked out!"

"Then go get kicked out. I'm staying..."

"Why? WHY?"

"Not like I have many alternatives..." Jaune replied before dropping into the apartment's couch. "You get tossed, but still have a chance... me... I lose everything."

"Maybe you shouldn't have committed fraud then!" Cardin needled Jaune, "but it wouldn't be the end of the world for you... so you spend some time in the slammer... your a goody-goody you'd get paroled early..."

"Yeah... paroled... if I survive, but even then." Jaune started to sniffle.

"I don't see what you're getting all broken up about Dude."

"You wouldn't... your family obviously believed in you... what do you think will happen to me if I go behind bars?" Jaune's eyes were becoming rimmed in tears even though their was a look of anger on his face, "I'll be cast aside. Considered a disappointment, and forgotten... compared with that outcome... I'm more than comfortable having a pair of tits, thick ass, and a twat for the next four years..."

"You need help, seriously dude. You need help."

"Whatever." Jaune wiped her face with the sleeve of her blouse, before giving Cardin a glare. "So did you miss everything, or just some of it?"

"Just... all of it." Cardin replied as she dropped her own pert ass into a nearby armchair.

"She said they'll be informing our teams that we've been selected for a 'special experimental" training program..."

"Oh this is special alright."

"Stuff it.... anyway she'll get our teams to pack up our personal stuff, and then have it delivered here. She's also going to arrange for an allowance so we can purchase clothes and necessities..."

"Necessities?"

"Ask shit after I finish." Jaune chided.

"Whatever."

"We'll be assigned an escort to take us into Vale to shop, but that's not happening for a couple days, and after that we'll meet our... instructor."

"Fine, good, whatever." What about food?"

"We can order directly from the kitchens and it'll be delivered."

"Good... I'm starved."

"There is one other thing."

"Of course there is."

"You're now to answer to... Carla W."

"What the shit? Why?"

"Something about not creating unnecessary questions or rumors." Jaune replied, "I'm Joan A... by the way. Also our scrolls have been disabled... we'll be given new ones in a couple days."

"Perfect. Just great. Absolutely beautiful." Cardin moaned in frustration, and then grunted as she forced herself from her seat. Taking a quick look about she noticed a scroll like device mounted to the wall near the kitchenette. "A house scroll?"

"Oh yeah. It's been programmed with... required contacts."

"Like?"

"Goodwitch, the Headmaster, the kitchen, the infirmary, security."

"I'm hungry. Like I care, but might as well order for you as well." Cardin grumbled, as she walked over and activated the scroll, "What do you want?"

"Pizza, meat-lovers, extra sausage with fires, gravy, and a couple colas."

"Of course, meat-lovers with extra sausage." Cardin chuckled, before picking up the handset and making the call.

Twenty minutes later, the pair had settled in to eat, both being hungrier than they had ever felt before. It was between bites of her poutine and double bacon-cheese burger that Cardin started to ask more questions.

"So anything else besides what you've already told me?"

"Yeah we'll have until Monday, and then we'll have a meeting with our agent... and then our... instructor."

"Agent?"

"We're supposed to become Idols... so..."

"Yeah right... Idols." Cardin snorted, before taking a big bite out of her burger. After swallowing she continued, "Doesn't ti strike you strange that suddenly beacon needs Idols? they've never had 'em before."

"Now that you mention it..."

"Something else if going on... I can smell it."

"Like what?"

"Fucked if I know." Cardin replied, "But there has to be something. there's always something."

"Huh... if there is, I'm sure we'll find out about it soon enough."

Cardin just grunted.

"Which room you want?" Jaune asked as she prepared to down one of her colas.

"What difference does it make? They have to be the same." Cardin replied with a disinterested tone, "Though it is surprising that they put us in a room with separate bedrooms."

"Yeah, nice change from the normal dorms." Jaune agreed. 'So which room?"

"It makes no..."

"It does."

"How? They're probably exactly the same."

"One's closer to the bathroom, the other is closer to the entrance." Jaune informed her roommate. "So which one do you want?"

"I'll take whatever one you don't. Good enough?"

"Fine. I'll take the one next to the bathroom."

"Great, that momentous quandary has been settled. Anything other insipid items needing to be addressed?"

"NoPe." Jaune replied while annoyingly popping the "P".

"Don't that."

"Do what?" Jaune inquired a smart-ass grin on her face.

"Don't make me thump you... Goodwitch isn't here to save you." Cardin growled. Jaune instantly turned her full attention to her pizza.

The pair sat in silence after finishing their respective meals. With no scroll access, or a tv to break up the uncomfortable silence they quickly became bored of each other's company.

"Going to bed." Jaune announced as she stood up from her place on the couch.

"Good, go to bed..." Cardin then shot Jaune a glare, as if she remembered something very important.

"What?"

"DO NOT be a freak, I don;t want to be woken up by you... doing things to yourself. Understand?"

"What?" Jaune's face turned beet red, as she tried to deny Cardin's accusation. "I... I wouldn't!"

"Yeah, right. What you did in the Headmaster's office... begs to differ"

Instead of responding Jaune turned on her heels and marched over to her chosen bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Bitch." Cardin growled.

[strangerthingsfan-fics]

Out Hellfire Steve Harrington x Fem!mayfield reader

Warnings-crying,swearing,former reader x Eddie,kissing,mentions of breaking up,smoking drinking,if there’s anymore tell me

You and Eddie broke up a couple of months back now but you and Eddie stayed friends well that’s what you thought

It has been aqward at times like when Eddie bought Chrissy Cunningham which made you feel lower down not perfect like Chrissy

You was walking towards the hellfire club table where the entire of Hellfire was sat and Chrissy on eddies lap he moved on quickly but then you overheard what they was talking about

“Guys I’ve been thinking for a while and I’ve finally decided that yn mayfield is kicked out Hellfire she won’t be playing with us anymore”Eddie announced to the table

You walked to the toilets and got changed into the black shirt you had under you Hellfire club shirt you walked back and passed it to Eddie and he looked at you in disbelief to make it look like you was quitting

“I heard you was kicking me out so here instead of you telling me here’s the shirt I hope you find a new member and I wish you all great look I’ll see you around school maybe” you smiled the smile full of pain and tears prickling from the corner of your eyes

Eddie nodded Dustin Lucas and Mike all felt bad you was there best friends older sister now it’s gonna be aqward between the younger kids that was apart of the group

“I never really liked yn I only did it because you liked her munson” gareth admited

You walked out to the basketball court to see max sat there watching Billy Steve and all the basket ball players playing basketball you sat next to your younger sister still tears prickling out your eyes

You lifted your knees up to your chest to try make yourself feel small your younger sister maxine ‘max’ mayfield noticed you upset and shouted your older step brother and your best friend over

Your step brother Billy put his hand on your shoulder “shit face what’s up” Billy asked with the nickname shit face you’ve had from him for a while

“Nothing I’m fine” you mumbled

“Your not wearing your Hellfire shirt what’s happend” Steve asks

“They kicked me out eddie said it’s awqward since we’ve been broken up but it never affected him till chrissy joined” you said quitley

Eddie and the whole of Hellfire was walking past and Eddie saw you crying and was hearing the words you spoke

“It’s like when we broke up all over again it’s rather he stops loving me or he dosent like me the exact same as when we broke up that he stopped loving me am I even worth anything to Hellfire or anyone” you was crying

“Your worth a lot to the basketball team me Billy max Nancy Mike will El Lucas Dustin so yea you are worth to Hellfire and anyone” Steve said

You nodded your head and steve max and Billy wrapped there arms around you eddie felt like a total jerk now causing him to run away in the middle of the night when everybody got reports about it and you was awake you got changed and began walking out the house to steve Billy max trying to stop you

Even though at the moment you hated him you couldn’t let your ‘friend’ disappear just like Barb did your gonna look for him even though you hate him with all your heart and body

The three chased after you and you walked in the boat house your hand accidentally holding Steve’s Billy and max actually getting along when you knocked the tarpauling and Eddie came out you screamed when he grabbed you by the neck

“Get the fuck away” Eddie snapped

When Eddie said that it reminded you of when you was dating and it started turning toxic and arguments everyday before you broke up

You yellped making Eddie know it’s you only because of the help of fear you pushed Eddie off of you falling into Steve’s arms

Everything came more and more aqward when you and Steve started dating and Eddie saw you running to Steve and dodging Eddie to hug and kiss Steve guess eddie got jelous that he lost you

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Twenty-Three

A/N: I'm not at all sorry about the cliffhanger. I'm evil. I know. Yell at me. I thrive in your tears.

Tagging my babes: @dragon-kazansky @callmemana @mrsjaderogers @gracespicybradshaw @milesdickpic @askmarinaandothers @kloofspeaks @breadsquash @notyoursbutlewis

Fanboy tried to not worry when Lucky was deployed, but it never worked. Especially after the uranium mission almost took her away from him.

Cin noticed how on edge Fanboy had been during classes, his mind elsewhere when it should be on their students.

"She's fine Mickey." She offered. "She's on a squadron with some damn fine pilots."

"I know Cin." He says giving her a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm just ready for her to be home."

She pats his arm, "soon hermano."

At that exact moment, Ice was slamming down his phone with force hoping the man on the other end could feel his wrath.

"Tom?" Dragon's voice comes from the doorway. "What's wrong?"

She always knew when something was wrong, many years of marriage does that to you.

"Lucky's mission is being pushed back a couple of weeks, apparently their flight sims aren't going as planned." He sighs putting his head in his hands.

He feels her walk over to the desk, he opens his arms to allow his wife to sit in his lap. A weight that calmed him.

"I should have fought harder for someone else to go." He mumbles into her shoulder.

"Ice, look at me." He lifts those pretty eyes to meet hers. "We both know what Hermes did here at Top Gun. He wasn't going to accept anyone else. He wants a do-over, to prove she wasn't really the best. But our Lucky? She is the best. She will prove him and everyone there wrong. Then she will come home with her head held high."

Elsewhere, right down the hall, another couple was not as...composed.

"I don't know why you didn't fight harder for her to stay!" Whiskey yells at her husband.

"I'm sorry? I was just in the room Jade, it wasn't my call."

"Ice listens to you."

Slider chuckles "He hasn't listened to me since our flying days. And he really didnt listen much to me back then."

Whiskey calms down a little, totally dejected. "I just hate how sad Mickey has been without her here."

"Me too, baby. It's been like torture knowing we did that to them."

Slider opens his arms and allows Jade to melt into him, he kisses the top of her head.

And even further down the same hallway, Cyclone was pretty sure his wife was plotting his demise. Venom hadn't talked to him since she learned he had sent Lucky on a mission halfway through the honeymoon.

She had even been staying at the Kerner's home with her bff Whiskey and completely avoided him while at work. He had a sneaking suspicion she was behind the fact that Cin had been giving him coffee with salt not sugar in it as well.

-----

While the Mama Bears were giving the Papa Bears hell, Mickey was...not having the time of his life.

Him, Payback, Phoenix, and Bob were teaching a simulation and his brain wasn't working like it should. The nagging feeling that something was wrong wouldnt go away.

"You okay back there Fanboy?" Payback asks.

"Yeah man, I'm sorry." He replies.

"We can land if you want, Phoenix and Bob can handle the class."

"No I'm fine."

Payback doesn't reply, he knows his WSO and best friend better than to believe that but he won't say it out loud. Yet.

Another voice comes over the comms. "Payback, Fanboy. Land immediately."

The voice is Cin's and nobody in the air likes the tone of voice she's using.

-----

"What do you mean it's been delayed?" Mickey's voice was louder than normal as everyone in the room just watched him.

"I received a call, their flight sims are not being as successful as they were hoping before completing the mission." Ice's voice is calm, but there is a hint of anger that scares everyone who knows Ice.

Before Mickey could throw a retort at his pseudo-father-in-law, Dragon spoke. "Mickey, we weren't going to tell you this. She's flying with Hermes, he is who requested her for the mission."

Fanboy processes this information before turning bright red, Rooster lays a hand on his shoulder but it doesn't stop the words from coming. "You gave her up to a pack of fucking wolves?"

"Mick..."

"No. I don't want to hear any excuses."

The Daggers plus Cin all share a look, they are used to Lucky being the hot headed half of the couple. In fact most of them had never seen Fanboy get angry except when they played Mario Kart.

"You know what hell he put her through when we were here the first time, and you let her go half way around the world - on our honeymoon no less - to fly with the piece of shit who made her question her abilities?"

Whiskey stands and brings him into her arms, he returns the hug but she can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

"Son, Lucky is going to prove once again that she has always been the best." Ice speaks up, Dragon's hand in his. "She isn't going to let that weasel win."

"You better be right, because if he does anything to hurt her in his blind jealousy? I will never forgive any of you that sent her away."

-----

Hours later, when the Daggers had gone home for the night. Jake was the only one left in his office. He had to write reports on the new recruits, and it took him forever to do them.

His cell phone rings, he assumes it's Cin calling to check on him.

"Hey babe I'm almost done here."

"Jake it's me. I don't have much time. I need your help."

"....Lucky?"

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A/N: mwhahahahahahaha