#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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[harrywavycurly]

I miss the Lonely couple and I just want to see if you agree that she would be so protective of Harry because she’s been his bestie for so long that she’s the one who would want to defend him all the time because that’s not only her bestie but now that’s her man😍😍😍

Hiii lovey!!! I’m so sorry we haven’t seen them in a bit but I totally agree!!! She would 100000% defend her man from anyone who was looking too closely or said something mean because she’s known him for so long she simply won’t allow anyone to be rude to him😂 so I hope you enjoy this little blurb of Harry’s fiancé being protective!💖

Find all things Lonely here✨

CW: Mentions of drinking and language

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Summary: You and Harry are enjoying a night out when someone gets a little too close to your fiancé✨

You let out a sigh of content as you feel Harry’s hand that’s resting on your hip give you a gentle squeeze, you lean back into him as the two of you stand off towards the back of the little outdoor venue you begged Harry to take you to so you could watch a cover band play some of your favorite eighties hits. Of course he didn’t put up much of a fight when you reminded him that the two of you haven’t had a proper date night in weeks due to busy work schedules and the seemingly never ending details that go into planning a wedding. Harry smiles as he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head when he feels you start to slightly sway side to side with the beat as the band begins to play a slower love ballad.

“Having fun love?” He whispers in your ear as he pulls you closer to him by the hand he has on your hip. You turn your head so you can look up at him and the grin on your face is all the answer he needs.

“I’m going to go grab a drink.” You tell him as you turn around in his hold so you can place your hands on his chest while looking up at him. “Do you want anything?” His eyes get a mischievous glint to them as he looks down at you and before you can ask him what he’s up to he places his free hand on the side of your face as he leans down and captures your lips with his in a sweet kiss.

“I have everything I want right here.” He answers with a smile when he pulls away, you playfully roll your eyes making him laugh before he places a kiss to your forehead. “Want me to come with or-”

“You need to stay here to make sure no one takes our spot.”

“Our spot? Baby it’s a patch of grass near a light pole I don’t think anyone will come and take it.”

“I don’t want to risk it.” Harry just shakes his head at how serious you are about making sure your nice little spot in the back doesn’t get stolen, but he knows better than to argue with you so he gives you one more quick kiss before dropping his hands from you.

“I’ll guard it with my life then.” He teases as you bring a hand up and run it through his hair. “Be careful please.” You give him a little nod and a smile before you reach up and place a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m always careful.” You jokingly argue as you turn around making you miss the way Harry’s eyes send you a glare because for as long as he’s known you, and that’s quite a while, he knows you always somehow manage to get yourself into little situations that require him to come and save you in someway. His eyes don’t leave the back of you as he watches you make your way towards the little bar, he smiles when you look at him over your shoulder and give him a wave as you stand in line.

“Excuse me.” Harry’s attention is taken off of you as he feels a hand land on his arm giving it a small pat. “Is it okay if I stand right here? This is the best view of the stage.” The woman asks with a smile as Harry turns so he can look at the spot she’s gesturing towards which happens to be extremely close to where he’s standing.

“Oh uhm yeah-yeah that’s fine.” He says unsure of how to handle the situation because the woman takes his answer as permission to move slightly closer to him, his eyes scan the grassy area and he feels a bit of anxiety beginning to creep up when he sees how empty the small lawn area is around the spot you took ten minutes to pick out for the two of you to stand.

Harry is used to people trying to get close to him but normally it’s for a quick hello and they go about their way but he’s not sure if the current situation he’s gotten himself in is a fan situation or just someone who has no sense of spacial awareness with how close she moves to him so their arms are almost touching. He tries to be as polite as he can when she turns to look at him with a smile on her face but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes quickly go from his eyes to roam down his body, checking him out with a not so subtle bite of her bottom lip. Harry knows he’s in dangerous territory when the woman a few minutes later takes a slight step to the right making half her body be directly in front of him, and he swears he’s imagining things when she moves a bit backwards so half of her body is only a step away from being pressed against his left side.

“That nice man gave me a free bottle of water.” Harry lets out a deep sigh of relief as the sweet sound of your voice hits his ears making him turn to look at you and when his eyes catch yours he can’t help but shrug when you raise an eyebrow at him clearly confused at the situation in front of you.

“Was it really free or did you just take it?” He jokes trying to ease the tension he can feel building as you take a step closer to him and hold the bottle of water out for him to grab.

“Harry honey.” You’re no longer looking at your fiancé, instead your eyes are burning a hole in the side of the head of the woman who is standing much too close to him. “Who is this?” You ask as you stand next to him with your drink in your hand, Harry swallows as his eyes dart from you over to the woman who is oblivious to your arrival.

“I uhm-uh honestly don’t know.” He answers shyly while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand that’s not gripping the bottle of water. Harry watches you rub your lips together before taking a few steps so you’re now standing next to the woman, your body turned to face hers.

“Hi there.” You make sure your voice is as nice and sweet sounding as you can possibly manage as you reach out and give her shoulder a gentle tap with your index finger of the hand that’s not holding your drink. The woman looks at you briefly before turning her attention back to the stage.

“Yeah?” She asks rudely without looking at you, Harry chews on his bottom lip as you roll your eyes before putting on an extremely fake smile.

“Do you mind moving over a bit? You’re sort of-”

“There’s plenty of room over there if you’re looking for a spot.” She says cutting you off while pointing to an empty patch of grass a few feet in front of her. “We’ve been standing here for like ten minutes so-”

“We?” Harry runs a hand over his face as your voice gets a bit louder at the woman’s audacity to include Harry in her sentence as if she is here with him when in reality he doesn’t even know her name.

“Yes. We as in him-” the woman turns her body so she is now facing you with a hard glare in her eyes as she points towards Harry. “And I.” She adds with a smile as she looks over at Harry who has wide eyes, you let out a sarcastic laugh as you hold out your drink and it only takes Harry half a second to register he needs to grab it from you but as soon as he does he watches you fold your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side as you stare at the woman who is still looking at Harry.

“Well we as in my fiancé and I have been standing here for an hour so if you don’t mind moving so you’re not so close to him that would be great.” You explain with annoyance dripping from every word, the woman slowly turns her head so she’s looking at you and you see the color drain from her face as it all begins to click in her mind that she’s standing extremely close to someone else’s man.

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah no shit.” You mumble making the woman quirk a brow at you as she lets out a scoff. Harry sensing trouble quickly steps up and offers a soft smile when the woman’s eyes glance over to him.

“It’s fine there’s plenty of room uhm over-over there that has a good view of the stage.” He says as he juts his chin in the direction of the same patch of grass she had pointed at when talking to you. You turn to face Harry so you can take your drink from his hand as the woman takes the hint and walks a few feet in front of you towards the spot of empty grass so she can watch the rest of the show from there.

“God I can’t leave you alone for a minute before people are literally pushing themselves on you.”

“I didn’t think she’d be that pushy when she asked if she could stand next to me.” You just give him a playful glare as you take a sip of your drink while he rests his free hand on your hip.

“Did you hear her say we? As if you two were together? I could’ve-”

“You and me is the only we I want to be apart of baby don’t worry.” He reassures you with a smile as he pulls you closer to him. You feel your cheeks get warm at his cheesy line but he knows you love them. “I love you.” You smile as he leans down so he can place a kiss to your lips, enjoying the way they have a slight sweetness to them from your drink.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you pull away, Harry grins at how good the words sound leaving your mouth, even after he’s heard you say the same phrase over and over again he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it. With one more quick peck to your lips he gives your hip a little squeeze before you turn around and back up until your back is flush with his front, making sure his hold on you is firm as the two of you continue to watch the band play some of your favorite songs with no more interruptions from people trying to get too close to him.

[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

[f4ggydog]

Hi Milooo, I was thinking about a dynamic between Charlotte and a Psychiatrist or a nurse (in the psycho ward); I didn’t saw anyone taking that plot, soooo, I leave the idea in case you want to write a new plot 😛😛

I can take the “🩷” anon? :3

hello heart anon I’m off of my burnout a little bit so I’m back to writing a little bit (though I’d still advise holding off on requests since I’ve still got a bunch to do) (also sorry this took so long I genuinely took my time with it!! it took a couple of days)

“charlotte?” you knock on the door gently. “charlotte? is it alright if I come in? it’s me.”

lottie springs out of her bed and immediately calls your name to invite you in. you’re the highlight of her day, her only source of sunshine in such a dreary and depressing place. she missed you the second after you left the room. she missed you after a millisecond break from an hour long conversation. she missed you like you were on your death bed. fuck, she couldn’t fathom being without you any longer.

“darling, darling.” lottie claps her hands together. “oh, it’s so good to see you. oh, it’s so fantastic to see you! tell me, how have you been keeping?”

“um i’ve been okay charlotte,” you say nervously. “please remember what I told you about refraining from calling me any informal names. please, it’s doctor (l/n.)”

“oh but of course!” lottie chuckles and takes a slight bow. “my apologies. I didn’t mean to come off as so rude. you know, I just feel like we bond pretty well doctor. you and me, we’re like friends already.”

“sure thing charlotte,” you reply with a smile. “whatever you say. um anyways, how have you been feeling? have you been doing any better?"

"oh, yes! much better. I couldn't be more at peace. you know, I didn't think I'd come to enjoy this facility but you do such a great job honestly."

"that's wonderful, charlotte. tell me, have you been experiencing any magical thinking lately? any delusions? seeing or hearing things that aren't actually there? anything along those lines?"

lottie gulps but then forces out a tender smile.

"everything has been just fine and dandy, doctor. I wouldn't worry too much. I know what got me into this joint in the first place, but nothing of that sort has been happening."

charlotte knows she's fibbing. and she's hoping you won't call her bluff. believe her. just believe her. what's the worst that could happen?

"right...right, if you say so. i still don’t know if it would be best to let you out yet, considering the incidents that got you into here.”

charlotte already dreads thinking about the past, about her retreat she had to leave behind. she wonders if any of her former teammates miss her, if they’re thinking about her, if they realize how important she is to the group. oh well, there’s no time to fret about that. at least charlotte has you as more than adequate company.

as the days go on though, it seems lottie gets even more clingy than before. she makes up excuses to get you to ask her more questions and to stay with lottie longer. she sometimes follows you around without your knowledge, needing to know exactly where you are at all times. you’re beyond irresistible. how was charlotte supposed to ignore her dream person, her potential soulmate?

it was written in the cards. you two were meant to be together. it was destiny for you to meet like that.

so lottie devises a plan. when you stop by her room to check on her again, she snatches you by the wrist. okay, it’s not a well thought plan. it’s hardly a plan. but it’s a start. it’s just an easy way for charlotte to stake her claim on you so that you didn’t get any funny ideas. the funny ideas in question were a mystery. but charlotte could hardly produce coherent thoughts and plans when you were around. it totally wasn’t her fault.

“charlotte,” you say blandly. “what are you doing? i have to go see other patients.”

“wait, wait. j-just give me a moment. there’s no rush. i’m sure you’ve got all the time in the world, doctor (l/n).”

“do you need me to bring you something?” you ask with slight concern. lottie dismisses your question with a wave of her hand.

“please, please. there’s no need to chase me out suddenly. i-i know you might be nervous…you’ve probably heard my story.”

lottie inches closer.

“but there’s nothing to fear. it’s just me. you and i…i think we have a purpose together. our connection together is unlike anything i’ve ever had with any authority figure.”

you’re creeped out, but a part of your body tells you to keep listening.

“i feel so close to you, even though we haven’t known each other for that long. i feel like you’ve been there for me my entire life. tell me doctor, do I know you from a past life?”

“charlotte, i think it’s time you went to bed.”

“nonsense.” lottie drags you onto the facility bed and sits next to you. “i have so much more to learn about you. i know there’s more than what you give me on the surface. you’re beyond fascinating, doctor. please, don’t spare me any details.”

“charlotte, i’ll have you know i plan for this to be nothing but a strictly professional relationship.”

“i won’t get you fired.” charlotte cups your chin. “it’ll be our little secret. none of the facility staff have to know anything.”

your eyes widen like you’ve seen a ghost. you try to push past her to move out of her away, but charlotte’s grip is surprisingly strong for a lady close to middle age. nothing makes sense. suddenly, you question if this was the right career choice for you. of course you want to help. you wouldn’t have considered this job in the first place otherwise. but you’re uncertain if you could deal with a patient that’s wildly obsessed with you.

but you still wish to sympathize with charlotte. you know she’s not well. she probably doesn’t mean harm, only wants to connect with you deeper because she’s never met an authority figure that’s respected her this much. you were different. you had to be.

“let me in,” charlotte urges. “let me in. you don’t have to put up societal walls around me.”

was it really worth it to potentially lose your job over a kiss from charlotte? or something worse? god, you hope it wouldn’t evolve into anything sexual.

“you won’t get away from me that easily,” charlotte whispers, hot breath hovering your neck. “you can push me away all you want. but i’ll always be here, waiting for you.”

“i’m telling them to prolong your visit,” you murmur. but you instantly regret the words that leave your mouth. it comes off as a threat when you just desperately want charlotte to get well again.

“do it.” charlotte smiles, taking no offense. “just means i’ll be getting more time with you.”

you expect charlotte to get up and leave, believing her confession will be the end of tonight’s conversation. but she’s waiting for something else.

“you didn’t give me my kiss yet,” charlotte hums.

“charlotte, you’re my patient. i will not initiate that sort of contact with you.”

“then i will,” charlotte asserts. and before you can protest, her lips crash into yours.

(Let me know if i should write more of this. it was genuinely kinda fun)

[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 🥰

[desreads]

──── part one, bullshit ( a walk to remember, m.s. )

authors note; if you've never watched 'a walk to remember', totally fine! although this is based on the movie and i will be using heavy inspo from it, i will be making it my own and therefore you will need no previous knowledge before reading.

warnings. mentions of serious injury/drowning, drinking.

w.c; 946 (dw they'll get wayyy longer as the chapters go on)

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matt should've let the poor fucking kid drown.

maybe that was insensitive considering the circumstances of the situation and his involvement in it, but anything would've been better than this. he fucking saved him, for christ’s sake, when everyone else wanted to leave him behind the minute they saw that security guard. a bunch of pussies if you asked him, even if that included his brothers. but he stayed and he was the one to give him mouth to mouth, to make sure he'd be okay before leaving. and where did that get him?

and it wasn't even the prank that led to his punishment. it was the fact that it happened after they were drinking during the dance, after chris had stupidly left some bottles behind as evidence. everyone blamed the fact that they were drinking for what happened, that they weren't thinking straight, etc.

it was a load of bullshit. matt didn't even have a sip of any of it, that wasn't his thing. sure, he smoked a couple of times here and there, but he never touched a drop of alcohol. but the principal didn't see it that way. he saw it as a couple of rowdy, obnoxious teenagers being absolute morons who almost took the life of another student. and since matt had stayed behind to save the damn kids life, he got caught. wrecked his damn car while at it, too. and since he wasn't a snitch, the punishment was his to bear alone.

what was his punishment, you may ask? mandatory tutoring, janitorial work, and participation in the drama clubs final event, the spring play. matt had to stop himself from laughing out loud when he heard the words leave the authoritarians mouth. that was absolutely ridiculous, wasn't it? he didn't even sing and yet he'd be forced to dance and act just because of one mistake?

everything was such bullshit.

matt was sweeping along the gym floor as multiple after-school clubs gathered around him. simply for the fact that some classes were locked, others were already being in use. he didn't care about any of that, though. what he was focused on was his current task, his punishment.

and y/n standing twenty feet away from him trying to teach her group about astronomy, wearing the only cardigan he ever saw her in.

she wasn't his friend, wasn't some old buddy who he made mud pies with or someone he even shared a crayon with in the second grade. but it was a small town and ever since kindergarten, they'd always had the same classes every year, just never talked. and why would he want to talk to her? seeing her at church and having to listen to her sing along with the choir while playing the organ was more than enough for matt.

not that he didn't enjoy any of it.

“it's a simple device made from plastic wrap, a coat hanger, and whiteout,” she spoke softly to the group of six people, holding up the little homemade invention with a neutral expression, “does anyone know what it is?”

it's a star-frame. matt wanted to respond to her question when all she was getting were stares, not even realizing that he was staring himself until her eyes shifted over to his. they looked at each other for a brief second, neither making any special expression to hint at any sense of connection between them, but then she looked away, breaking the strange intimacy of the moment. “it's a star-frame. and it will help you locate stars and planets…”

yeah, matt stopped listening as he saw the familiar faces of his brothers enter the gym, their main goal being him as they made the perfect beeline.

“c’mon, we outta here or what?” chris raised his brows at his brother as he took the broom from his hands, toying with it back and forth in his own. nick rolled his eyes, but had the same sentiment as he just wrapped his arm around matt's shoulders.

“can't, chris. thanks to a thing called loyalty, i’m here until 5,” matt narrowed his eyes at the boy, forcefully grabbing the broom handle back and holding it to his chest to lean against.

“principal kellers long gone, he won't even know you left,” nick chimed in with a persuasive edge to his voice, shaking matt slightly with his arm that was still wrapped around him. chris crossed his arms after fixing the cap on his head, “yeah, kid, we watched him drive away in his little toyota. plus, you can't dangle that over our heads forever, can you?”

oh, there were so many things matt wanted to say to chris, to say how it was absolutely their fault in the first place for all of this. that he will be dangling it over their heads for as long as they lived and breathed, but he held himself back. he already fought too much with his brothers about this and he wasn't going to waste even more energy on it.

his hand left the broom stick and gently guided nicks arm off of him before speaking, sounding as resigned as can be. “well, i’m not gettin’ in trouble again, i already got enough on my plate. just tell mom i’ll be home later f’me, yeah?”

both his brothers sighed and nodded their heads before leaving matt, each exchanging their own little goodbyes. he went back to sweeping the floor, occupying himself by putting in his airpods and listening to his playlist. and just occasionally, his eyes would drift back over to y/n, sometimes his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary.

god, that girl really needed to update her cardigans.

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[shastafirecracker]

I know I'm rather late to this meme, but could we get a snippet from 'wanna know how i got these scars' for the WIP meme?

Yeah! This was just a meandering character meditation on ways Vash might have gotten some of the biggest and nastiest of his scars, and his shifting relationship with his own body over the years as he starts to fear being seen. Honestly it's got some good stuff but it was so depressing to write that I wandered off from it. I put the whole first segment under the cut, with warning for graphic descriptions:

The first time it happens, his own hubris plays a big role in it.

It’s been years since he set off alone, even more since the Fall; he already has plenty of scars. Little ones. The kind that pair well with flirting, that look a little sexy. He doesn’t like getting hurt but he always heals up easy, fast, and without complications - and he kind of likes the scars that come afterwards. They feel like he earned something. Street cred, maybe. A little more bravery, a little more independence.

He’s been shot before - several of his scars are tiny pock marks or the thin line of a graze - so when he emerges from a firefight with a lot of unconscious hooligans and a hole in his gut, he doesn’t think too much of it. Well. He thinks of it because it hurts, sure. But he’s surrounded by an awful lot of previously rowdy men who have now been forcibly calmed down, and who all need some first aid. He gets to work, wincing whenever he has to bend in the middle. He’ll be fine in two or three days; it’ll just feel like someone sucker punched him for a while.

Vash owes his life to the settlers who refuse to let him leave town that night. They lavish him with praise, ply him with booze, sing drinking songs and substitute his name in them. He howls with laughter and dulls the pain in his abdomen with whiskey and cheer. He’ll be fine in a couple of days.

He’s always fine in a couple of days.

The lady who lets him stay in her spare room finds him after he doesn’t emerge for a full two days after getting shitfaced. The first day she’d dismissed as hangover. On the second day she started to notice a smell, went in to check on him.

He hadn’t let anyone see that he got shot; he’d developed that habit very early on. Doctors always got weird about how fast he heals. Besides, one of the reasons Vash is constantly reinforced in his belief that most humans are kind, is that when he gets hurt, it upsets them. He doesn’t like to see people upset, especially about something as trivial as his wounds!

After all, he’s always fine in a couple of days.

He’s delirious by the time the landlady gets the town doctor over to her house to see to his injury. By then it’s gone three days uncleaned and untreated. Vash has very little memory from then on, except for pain - ongoing agony, screaming boiling hot flesh-melting fever pain, every breath a spear impaling him, every moment of vision a drunken smeary mess of colors and blinding light and the open mouths of people telling him not to die, which is the hardest thing anyone’s ever asked him to do.

He loses six months to that one bullet and the ensuing septic shock and chronic infection. He gains his first railroad track, loses about a foot of intestine. He doesn’t know what would’ve happened if the surgeon had cut him open and found some weird, alien interior that they didn’t know how to fix.

When he recovers lucidity, the docs tell him it’s pure miracle that he survived. They’d never known any person to pull through after a total systemic infection like that. It hits him like another damn bullet to the gut: even now, he’s a miracle. Even this, this abject misery, is super-human.

He spends a month longer in bed than he needs to, after he’s recovered. He doesn’t talk. The locals are sympathetic, say sometimes when folks get hurt bad they can be like this - real quiet, real sad. Vash knows what depression is. But every time he thinks it, he makes it more real. So he tries not to think it.

One night he gets his things all packed up and leaves town. He doesn’t say anything to anyone, just disappears, tearing away from the bonds of many, many people who have seen him vulnerable and care about him deeply. Rip it clean and quick, like an adhesive bandage.

Beneath his shirt he’s very conscious of the pitted, puckered skin of a death-defying scar. This one doesn’t make him feel sexy or proud. It makes him feel sick and stupid for letting it happen. It makes his head swim. It makes him go to that dark, dark place in his mind, just like after the Fall, when all he can think about is how badly he wishes he could go back in time and do something different. It makes him regret.

So he’ll go somewhere new, and work on forgetting.

[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.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

[fastnights]

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 ✍

Thanks for the tag @neonshrike Sorry I totally missed this yesterday!

no pressure tags: @midnightkens @superprofesh @sobeautifullyobsessed @gender-kenvy and whoever else wants to do it. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore, let me know.

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.

[novankenn]

J/C - the Idols of Beacon

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(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.