#but MAN i'm bummed that it won't be for a while yet!!!!!!!!!

[selffagellation]

i gotta say it. i am REALLY bummed that i'm gonna miss out on the sleep token concert :( tickets are sold out and the resale ones are just. unreasonable. i know they'll PROBABLY circle around again because they're very popular and i'm sure they can milk some more money out of the US, but i'm actively sad that i can't go this time.

[chilling-seavey]

I got a TWIG fic where paparazzi keeps on interrupting your and George's lives with wanting pictures of your family out and about.

Ooh, I love this idea so much, anon. And it's so realistic and fitting which is right up my alley, especially in this universe!

I mentioned before that in the TWIG universe, you and George had decided to raise your kids out of the public eye — they won't be on his social media feed, they would be taken into the paddock through the back ways to avoid the cameras, and things like that.

Generally, fans and professional media would respect this. If you're out for lunch or something as a family and a fan approaches for a picture with George, they would obviously see what your kids would look like but 99% of the time they would be respectful and not take pictures or anything of the sort.

But, as usual, paparazzi aren't always as respectful as that 99% of fans. This is their job, after all, no matter how questionable in its morals.

I can imagine it like you're all out at some farmers market one weekend off. Little boy in a little bucket hat and khaki shorts (so freaking adorable) and George 100% has baby girl strapped to his chest like an absolute dilf—

Your son would be obediently holding your hand as you navigate the stands, wanting to look at and touch everything he could. Lifting up on his little tip toes to see the colourful array of tomatoes or jars of homemade jellies. You'll constantly have to remind him "we touch with your eyes, not our hands" to keep him from knocking over everything that catches his eye. You're so focused on him and making sure the little guy is in line that you're unaware of anything else going on around you.

George, however, only having to pay attention to the quiet baby cuddled against his chest, is more aware of the bustling farmers market around you. He'd have one hand under baby girl's bum in the carrier just to feel an extra bit of support while his other hand drifts over the various stands of produce, picking up an apple or a squash to inspect it. In his own little world, he'd show each thing to the baby, telling her what it is as she reaches out a little hand to touch the produce item.

But after a bit, his wandering gaze keeps finding this one man in particular across the stalls of produce. It's that unmissable feeling of being watched that George has grown accustomed to over his career. Finally, as suspected, he sees the professional camera in this stranger's hand and without a second thought, George has his hand shielding his daughter's face from the shot.

Figuring it was just a one off, George would drift over to where you were still with your son, wanting to put a bit of distance between himself and the stranger. His suddenly slightly tense demeanor wouldn't go unnoticed by you and you'd give him a little look but he'd reassure you with a gentle hand to the small of your back. Your son would steal your attention away again as he calls your name and grabs a cucumber from the nearby stand and proceeds to almost make the whole abundance of cucumbers to toppling down.

The second time George notices the man with the camera, he's feeling a lot less patient.

"We have to go." he'd whisper to you calmly.

"Go? Already? We haven't picked up everything on the list yet." you protest softly, clinging onto your son's hand as he tries to run off.

"I know but," George sighs, absentmindedly soothingly patting your daughter's bum as she snuggled against his chest in the carrier, "there's a camera that's been following me for the last ten minutes. I can only hold my hand over the baby's eyes until she starts to get annoyed with me."

Your own parental concern skyrockets and you look around, "Where?"

"By the pottery." George answers quietly. "Green shirt."

You glance past him to look and when you spot the man with the camera, you look back to your husband with a frown, "It's not fair that we have to leave when we're not doing anything wrong."

"I know, love, I'm sorry." George would sigh, even if there was nothing he really needed to apologize for.

Before you knew it, the stranger was approaching you, camera in hand, like he was some long-lost friend. George bristled at his presence, trying to be polite while still somehow keeping a large hand over your daughter's face. Someone who took creepy pictures without permission from a distance could not be trusted. The baby let out a displeased cry at being shielded.

"Quite a cute family." the man complimented, turning to your son still holding your hand. "And whatta handsome little fella."

Your son gave him an unapologetic confused glare and stepped a little behind your leg. Shamelessly, the man raised his camera, the lens pointed towards the little boy.

Before wither you or George could intervene, your well-taught four-year-old held a hand up to the man and turned into your thigh with a matter-of-fact, "No pictures, thank you!"

George was right there, holding his own hand in front of the stranger's lens with a firm and unwavering, "Yeah, we're not going to take pictures of my children. I think you should go."

The man would offer some half-assed excuse in protest, claiming he can take pictures of whoever he wants in a public setting. But before any confrontation could occur, George and you would share a look that had you both walking back to the car without the rest of your things you had planned to buy.

His knuckles would nearly be white with how tight he was gripping the steering wheel on the journey home. It just wasn't always fair, the life that came with the career he had worked so hard for.

[issa-pheonyx]

CEO-sub!Leon S Kennedy X Fem!Reader🌶️

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆~😈💋

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-After the incident in his office for the first time (as well as being in his office) people were finding it highly suspicious witnessing his behavior changed towards you. He is much more nicer, attentive, fucking following you like a lost puppy

-He doesn't really care if you did any work or not designing for the company, yet you are a responsible coworker and still do it anyway. The only reason he doesn't care is, because when he crashes to your office he will try to find way to distract you and convince you to his office for some fun. Besides he is always spoiling you, taking you out even on your days off, sends you deposits, and hands you money to go buy whatever you want before you go home , because he will be busy with a business trip (at this point I'm making him sound like a sugar daddy...nothing wrong with that shiieett-)

-You always reject his offer (yes, even after what happened read the story bi-) which he gets bummed that his boner is aching so much he needs you more now he would hang around your office or would leave you be and would call you from your office phone as soon he is sitting in his chair cause he wants to hear your voice while he is rubbing his boner tenting his pants that it is suffocating him that you're not stepping on it

-He would send you texts-spamming the shit out of you or would call you over and over if you don't respond to him, because the female coworkers were lunging at him and won't leave him alone. They question his actions on why all of sudden he is smitten by you, you're not worth the trouble, etc. You do save him...but, that'll leave to him being punished for embarrassing you like that due to his own consequences of his own actions sleeping with them in the first place

-However, with the male workers when you give them attention he would give you a 'feedback' about a design you made and wants you to change something, so you can go back to your office. Or if you were on break eating alone he would join you, eating with a male coworker he would only give a death glare without his presence knowing, or sends you sweets to your office with a personal note

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-He will send dirty texts, pics, and videos. He does not care if you see them in private or in public. He will go feral when you send back a dirtier text, pics, and videos-begging you to come to his office right away or on your days off he will send an limbo to your location to come by to his mansion. Let him worship you as your foot is on his dick rubbing it

-Sit on his face...hear me out. This man is wants his face against those cheeks whether you got clothes on or not. He can not help it, especially, when you pick something up or bend over in his surroundings and notices your ass revealing from how sheering your skirt is. Are you purposely teasing him? Cause it's working and he is in your office eating you out like he never feasted on anything so delicious he can't help, but moan with you and getting so into your pussy it hurts him so good. He would drag you to his office, but yours is closer and he can not take it anymore

-He wants to be used like the stupid man thing he is. He is tired of being dominant all the time and wants someone to put him in his place... duh that's you bi-he lives for the bruises, scratches, sores, numbness, etc. Make him not be able to sit on his chair from those spankings, pull him out of you or let go of his dick from jerking him off just to see him roll his eyes back and his hips buck, because of how good it feels

-He can cum just by the thought of you that it is embarrassing. You live in his mind rent free and when you're not available he would go through your pics/vids. He would even go far checking the security cameras that he deleted from the building just for him to save it on his phone or computer to jerk off of the times you visit his office or yours

-Now I wouldn't say this as a way of him taking over when you allow him to fuck you. It is more like a treat or a naughty alternative of worshipping you. So, if he is railing you breaking your back he is gonna go hard and fast like a damn horny dog telling you "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, feels so good, so tight" "Yes, finally inside you I love it, ahh~" "Please, tell me I'm a good boy, I love mistresses pussy. I must be her, fuck, her f-favorite boy, oh yeah~"

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[darlingsfandom]

Drunk cillian getting a bj in a bar bathroom? It could either by a random girl or his significant other. The idea of super well behaved cillian letting a little bit too lose is like 🥵

I'm sorry this took me a few days to respond!

A soft sigh slipped from your lips as you watched the people around you drink their self sick. It was another Tuesday night and you found yourself watching the regulars pound them down while you swung your legs off the barstool. Your fingers tapped against the bar while the bar tender slid a shot in your direction.

"I didn't order this Tom." You gave him a puzzled look as he threw his rag over his shoulder and chuckled. "I know ya didn't because in the four months you've been here ya never had a sip of alcohol." You pursed your lips together and examined the glass before giving Tom a weak smile . "Don't worry it's from the gentlemen down there." You followed his finger to see a man a little slumped over before he seen you and raised his glass. You gave a small wave before giving the shot back to Tom. You hopped off the stool carefully and smoothed your outfit over before grabbing your purse and made your way to the man at the end of the bar.

"Oh . My . God!" You whispered to yourself as you approached the man. You swear you didn't have any alcohol but there was no possible way that this was real, but it was.

"Hello, did ya not like yer drink?" His plump lips curved into a smile as you stood face to face with him.

"It was a nice gesture but I couldn't accept it." Your fingers wrapped around the string of your purse as he slapped himself in the face with the palm of his hand.

"Ya married aren't ya?"

"No no! Painfully single actually but I don't drink. Just like to be here and get away from everything." You tilted your head with a soft smile on your lips until you felt his fingers under your chin. He made you look up at him.

"If yer single , kiss me pretty one!" His lips brushed against yours before they fully crashed into them. His kisses were strong and slippery as he pulled you closer.

"Cillian!" You gasped feeling him pinch your bum but then fear coursed through your veins which made him chuckle sense you radiated nervous energy to him.

"Don't worry doll. I had a feeling ya knew who I was because of the way you approached me. I won't bite ya unless ya want me too of course." He grabbed your hand and stumbled off his stool. His fingers laced into yours and pulled you down the dark hallway. Sweat pooled in your hands as your mouth went dry. You didn't think you'd be standing in the bathroom of a run down pub holding hands with Cillian Murphy. He's double your age and yet that's not what you were worried about.

The lights flickered above you as you stood there in the middle of the bathroom. He scanned over you with lustful eyes as his hands filled up your body. He turned to look in the mirror while he stood behind you kissing your neck. You watched as his hands dipped into your shirt and massaged your breasts before you felt a sting in your neck as his teeth punctured your skin. Your eyes rolled back , your knees buckled as he licked over the spot before turning you back around and placing you on your knees. Your eyes were hooded watching him unzip his pants.

"Something tells me that ya have thought about this before." His words came out slowly as he patted your head softly before gripping your hair tightly into his fist. "Gonna make ya suck my cock until I say yer done." You licked your lips before wrapping them around the head of his angry cock. Cillian pushed his cock down your throat slowly until your nose was against his pubes. You inhaled his scent making yourself cock drunk . The sound of your choking echoed off the dirty walls as you sat on the heels of your feet bobbing your head up and down against Cillian fat cock. Drool dribble down your chin as he hit the back of your throat. His fingers tightened the grip on your hair as he fucked your throat faster.

"Shit! You're such a good little cock sucker. I knew ya would be!" Cillian used his free hand to grip the sink to keep balance as you used your free to massage his balls. He let out a deep groan when you touched his balls. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if ya keep playin with my balls like that!" You used your fingers to smear the drool from your chin onto his balls as he fucked your throat harder making the drool pour faster. Your eyes burned with tears as you looked up into his blue eyes.

"FUCK!" He cried out as his cum shot down your throat. You sat there and let it happen before sealing every drop possible. You licked your lips up at him as he yanked you to your feet. "You're coming back to my hotel room with me ya got it? Because I need more of ya" Cillian straightened himself up before grabbing your hand and led you back into the bar so he could pay his tab and get his stuff. Tom looked at you with a smirk as he watched you and Cillian leave together with Cillians arm draped over your shoulder. Everyone knew what had happened and what was about to happen.

[kyoongboxi]

His Pervert Ass —

[Baekhyun AU]

Summary: Owning your own man which tied up into a sacred vow actually wasn't so bad afterall. Sometimes he behaves like a baby, sometimes he behaves like a puppy, and most of the time he behaves like that one pervert close friends who don't even hesitate to slap your butt in public.

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, cute

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It was such a blissful moment when you let your body sink down into the warm water, letting out a relieved sigh. It was exactly what you needed after a stressful day at work. Nothing felt better than a warm bath at the end of a long day. You held your breath several seconds under the water before rising up to catch a breath.

Leaning back against the bathtub, you closed your eyes shuts. Feeling a little bit sleepy as your tensed muscles slowly loosen up. Several minutes passed as your eyes were still heavy with sleep but you were completely aware about the soft human contact against your arms.

You were too lazy to react because you are aware it is definitely someone no other than your husband. You feel yourself being lifted out of the water by your armpits before sinking down again back into the water. Instead of feeling the hard tiles, you feel your bum nestled into something warm, soft, yet firm— which definitely belongs to your husband.

He wrapped his arms around your body under the water as his soft lips peppering sweet little kisses along your neck and shoulder as he giggled happily. You just cut your hair short lately so he didn't bother to separate your hair from your skin every time he wants kisses.

His sweet gesture caused a smile to find its way into your lips but you also let out a sigh then. Eyes finally fluttering open slowly. "Why are you always following me when I'm trying to have a nice bath"

Because when you come home not so long ago, your husband has already come home before you and he was seen nestling against his gaming seat with his big ass headphones attached to his head.

"So.... There has to be a reason?" He replied while stealing a kiss from your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You actually enjoyed the warmth he radiates as your back was pressed against his lean body. The edge of his fingers tracing up and down along your curves, sneakily went into your thigh to squeeze it in a playful manner.

"Yes because every time you join me it will always lead to sex" You blurted out in honesty. Your husband answered with a deep grunt molded with a light chuckle coming from him as you could literally feel his hardness nudging you down there behind your back. You couldn't hold your laugh so you laughed.

Hands pulling against his arms before you stepped away from his embrace. Heading into the other side of the bathtub so now you were facing your husband. It was already the fifth year of marriage but you will always find that your husband is handsome and highly attractive.

He smiled at you while running his fingers through his slightly wet hair into the back. Revealing his perfect forehead. "Jeongie~"

He called you. He softly called you with those cute little lips that turned into a slight pout but then you shook your head. Lifting your arms in front of your own chest, trying to hold yourself together. "What?"

"Come here" The man gestured with his fingers. Eagerly wanting to flush himself against yours. Already looking a bit frustrated because he knows he won't get what he wants easily.

"No" You shook your head again, pointing your fingers at him along with your squinted eyes. "You're hard already don't you"

"Says who?"

"I can feel it!" A hearty laugh slipped your mouth as you found him hilarious. Your fingers splashing the water against his direction in a huge amount. Enough for him to raise his arms and cover his face with it.

"But you didn't see it" The husband intended to keep his answer but he didn't expect you would take the bait.

"Alright then show me" He raised his eyebrows and nodded against your full offer. He was beyond ready to tease you as he gripped the side of the bathtub using his palms to lift himself up from the water.

"Yah Byun Baekhyun!" A high pitched voice comes out too fast as a reaction from his wife when he stands out from the water right in front of her. The way your face gets immediately flushed and the way you hold your lips from the annoyed smile, he loves it.

Baekhyun loves it so he laughed before sitting back down into the bathtub, his whole body disappearing under the blurry water. "You sex fiend!" You widened your eyes and pointed your fingers into him again.

"Your sex fiend" The man answered proudly before he moved forward, raising his arms towards your cheek but you quickly reacted. You slapped his hand away as you stood up and stepped out of the bathtub. Headed towards the shower stall in quick steps because you know Baekhyun followed.

It was exactly just in time as you closed the glass door and locked it when Baekhyun caught up behind you. "Nooooo..."

The man dramatically slides down as he puts both of his palms into the glass door. He keeps his head down, knowing his wife was watching him in laughter. Baekhyun looked up, putting his bottom lip between his teeth as he sulked again. "Jeongie please.."

"No.. Stay there and watch me clean myself instead" You reached out to turn the water on from the shower head. You ignored him who purposely banged his fists slightly against the door as you stepped under the shower, swinging your hips intentionally to tease him.

"Jeongie...." This time, his sulk got louder. Trying to get louder more than the streamed down water from the shower head. He was no longer crouched down. He stands against his full height as his eyes follow your every move when you decide to turn off the water and walk towards your sulky husband.

"You wanna get in?" As soon as the offer rolled out of your tongue, Baekhyun's eyes immediately lit up along with a smile followed to appear against his lips. He nodded eagerly like a child.

"But you can't put that thing into me" You pointed out to his hardness. Couldn't hold back your laugh anymore as you could see his face dropped all of sudden. His lips curved into a slight pout.

"Okay alright. Just— let me in, please?" Baekhyun pleaded. You rolled your eyes then, fingers flicked against the lock before the man stormed inside.

Snatching your body into his tight embrace as he giggled happily. Slightly lifting your body off the ground. "Jeongie~" He whined.

"Stop acting like a child you're thirty" You let out a chuckle and wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek. Inhaling into his wet cheek until it makes a sound.

Baekhyun fully wrapped both of his arms around your wet body. Bringing you with him as he walked under the shower head and reaching out to turn it on. Warm droplets of water streamed down into their bodies from head to toes softly. You pulled back, cupping both of his cheeks as you smiled. Eyes lingering into his soft features which caused your heart to warm.

Those happiest memories you have created with him flooded back your mind when he cupped your hand as well, nuzzled his cheek more into your palm in closed eyes. You weren't interested to be engaged in a relationship before, even in a marriage. But then the universe decided to send you this pervert big baby, which you thanked the universe for that.

You chuckled softly, tracing your fingers into his neck, his collarbone, spreading his broad shoulders using both of your palm before stopping right against his broad chest. You leaned your head against it, pressing your cheek softly with your eyes closed as Baekhyun pulled you tighter into his embrace. Bodies flushed against each other warmly. Actually, showering with him wasn't so bad afterall.

Kyoongboxi's Works 🐾

[noxturnalnymph]

Life Update

It feels to be like I've been pretty absent on here and that bums me out. I had to step back a little for my mental health because the negativity in this fandom does affect me. But stepping back also bums me out because this site can be SO fun when I'm interacting with my moots and making new moots and all of us are squealing about new pics of our boyfriend together.

That being said - the MAJOR reason I have been absent in the past 2 weeks is because of travel. And oh boy.... is this a whopper of a story. So, if you're interested in a tale of insanity, read below the cut.

[TL;DR] I'm back (not that I went anywhere)

sorry I couldn't resist TUWOMT reference, I actually went a lot of places and some of them were good and some were terrible but I really am back now. (Also, I posted this at 2am apparently but did not mean to do that then, so I am reposting now)

So first of all, I was in my hometown in upstate NY last week visiting my family because we are planning to move to the West Coast after our lease is up here so we wanted to visit again before we moved across the country. I live in Florida and we drove 2 days - with our cat in tow - (because my anxiety is so bad it makes it impossible for me to step on an airplane). While I was home I took the train with my bff to Manhattan for 3 days and we hung out there, didn't get to meet Pedro Pascal even once, and took the train back to my hometown. My husband and I drove the 2 days back home and got back Sunday night. It was exhausting and I was only home for like 38 hours and then Tuesday at 1pm I began my next trip. Started with an 18 hour bus ride from Orlando to Lafayette, Louisiana to get a train from Lafayette to Los Angeles, CA. I was planning on being there 12 days before getting the train back to Lafayette and then a bus back to Orlando.

So as I've said I have a terrible fear of flying and I am also the owner of a very bad back (and since my husband and I share a car) I didn’t want to do all that driving alone (dangerous/stressful and bad back) and couldn’t fly cuz of my mental illness. So this is by no means meant to be offensive, but I’m apparently too much of a babygirl to be a bus person. I did not know this. I thought I was tough. Nope. 2.5 hours in on the bus ride and I’ve been listening to this man 2 rows in front of me play instagram reels on his phone the whole time even though the driver said 5 times (FIVE TIMES) to wear headphones….. Well the driver gets sick of it, pulls over at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and tells the guy to leave. He won't so the cops are called. The cops show up and he finally gets off the bus after a 30 min delay. I’m like….. WHAT THE FUCK? IS IT ALWAYS LIKE THIS??? I didn't know if this man was gonna get mad and start swinging on the bus driver or the cops..... it was scary.

The first station I was at in Orlando I almost threw up cuz I was so nervous. Before I got on the bus I went to pee and to wash my hands and there wasn’t any fucking soap in the bathroom. I thought that was bad. AND YET SOMEHOW.... every subsequent stop was somehow worse. Literally, I kept saying to myself “this can’t get any worse” ....and it kept getting worse. These are the sketchiest, dirtiest fucking places you can imagine. I was staring at this toothless old white dude behind the counter at one of their convenience stores and thought to myself “this has got to be a movie set cuz this can’t be real.” Kind of waiting for someone to jump out and say "PSYCH this is all a joke. I know the floors here look like they were mopped with literal dirt, and everyone looks angry or drugged out, but this is all fake. It's all a joke meant to make you lose your mind." But that didn't happen. I've just never experienced anything like it. I’ve never seen anything so disgusting in my life. The 2nd to last stop only had doors on 2 of the 7 bathroom stalls. One of the stations had a TV on that just played old reruns of a Jaime Fox show while every child in the building cried and coughed at alternating intervals. Yes, this was 3am, and they made three busses full of people cram into a station with not enough seats and wait around for an hour... This is not a joke. 

I felt so fucking unsafe the whole time but I had to get off the bus at the stops and walk around (cuz they made you) but also cuz I was VIOLENTLY motion sick the whole fucking ride on the bus. Like clutching a barf bag with a pounding head and miserable. Also on the bus almost everyone else had two seats to themselves and I had a seat partner the entire time, but it kept changing. First it was a girl and then a kid and they were cool but then it was cigarette smelling guy and then guy who literally wouldn’t stop accidentally touching me, including putting his elbow in my back multiple times (I have fucking herniated discs so this did NOT feel good). 

And when I tell you that my back hurt, i mean i couldn’t spread out or anything cuz someone was fucking next to me the whole time so my back was on fire. I was in so much pain I cried 3 separate times. So I couldn’t sleep cuz people kept talking and I was in pain and the ride was rough and guy kept touching me. And I just kept telling myself, ok countdown cuz you’re almost there you're almost there. And by now I told myself - this final stop - the bus/train station in Lafayette - is not going to be clean but it’s okay, because you’re going to be off the bus and it’s going to be okay.

WRONG....

When I tell you that they pulled up to a dark parking lot at 4:50am next to a building with gates drawn down over the doors and dropped me off - I was in fucking shock. “Is this building closed?”  i shouted at the bus driver. “yeah,” he says, getting back on the bus.  “Ummmm, where do i go?” I’m fucking starting to panic. “You can go sit on the platform till they open in a few hours.”  and he’s gone. 

I’m alone in the dark with my luggage at the fucking bus station in downtown Lafayette. 

Oh except I’m not alone because there are 3 men milling about, one of them keeps asking me my name, two of them ride bikes past me back and forth. I go to sit on the platform and this alarm goes off and this voice comes over the loudspeaker shouting  “THERE IS NO LOITERING ALLOWED HERE. PLEASE LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.” and repeats non-stop.  One of the guys goes “why is it doing that? Is it gonna call the police?” HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW?? I FUCKING WISH IT WOULD MY DUDE, ARE YOU SERIOUS?

I tell him my name to be nice and he keeps telling me i should come sit with him and this other guy cuz it’s “safer” and I’m like….   IS IT THO?!?!?!?  and he keeps saying “youve never been here? Do you wanna go see downtown? It’s a short walk, i’ll help you roll your suitcase.”   BRO WE’RE NOT GOING COURTING IT’S FUCKING FIVE IN THE MORNING. This man wants to go on a fucking stroll with me and I am just envisioning what my Forensic Files episode is gonna be like and hoping the re-enactment actor they get to play me isn't too ugly.

I’m desperately trying to call a lyft to take me literally anywhere else, and no one is accepting my ride request. FINALLY someone accepts, and after 45 minutes of sitting in the dark, trembling out of fear and cold in only a tshirt with my bags hunched around me, I get my ride. The lyft driver takes me to a Hilton hotel by the airport. I walk in, and I’m mid panic attack and crying and tell the employees there at 6am my story and ask if I can pay for a room so I have somewhere safe to hang out. They refuse to make me pay and offer me the lobby (lots of outlets and large, plush couches) for as long as I need it and tell me to help myself to the hot breakfast and coffee. Fucking Angels.

Does it stop there? No it doesn’t. Cuz I still have to go back to the train station for my train to California, which leaves at 12:30pm. So I spend HOURS in the hotel lobby, chilling and eating and it’s nice and I feel safe. I schedule a lyft to pick me up at 11:15 so I can get back to the train station with an hour before I’m scheduled to depart.

BUT OH WAIT.

10:45am I get a text that my train has been canceled. CANCELED.... Apparently, there are storms affecting the route, so my train will not be running between New Orleans and San Antonio, TX (I’m 2 stops after NO). But they will provide me BUS ACCOMMODATIONS to get me to San Antonio so I can continue my journey there.

Wrong word, my dude. BUS??? I’m fucking triggered. I start bawling like an insane person. The girls who let me stay in the lobby at this point are probably like “oh shit we thought she was normal but she’s crazy.” I call my husband, I call my mom, I call a couple friends. I’m a fucking mess. I just want to go home at this point but I’m still a 12 hour drive away (with no car of course) and OH YEAH I haven’t fucking slept!

So first thing’s first - I ask the hotel for a room and they feel terrible for me (cuz i’m a crying sniveling mess) and give me a discount on a suite and let me check in right away. I call Amtrak and cancel my train, sobbing on the phone with them (and it’s a man so he’s very awkward about it) but they give me a FULL refund. I most likely won’t get refunded at all for the VRBO rental I got for Los Angeles though. I got to the room and booked a rental car for the next day from the airport that I was like right next to, and so the plan was to sleep there overnight and get a lyft to the airport and drive back towards home the next day. 

My husband offered to take off work and drive to meet me at an airport along the watly so I wouldn't have to drive the whole 12 hours with my terrible back.  I ended up getting a Malibu which was such a nice ride and it had a lumbar support in the seat and my back felt FUCKING GREAT. I met up with my husband at our planned location and we drove home. Between the time change, massive rain storms, and construction traffic, we didn't get home till 10:30 but I fucking made it home. (Because of course with all my bad luck I was terrified that I was going to die on the way home.)

BUT IM HOME SAFE IF NOT A LITTLE WORSE FOR WEAR (mentally and physically exhausted). I will make a post later today with my plans for my writing updates. I have a new WIP I want to share and I know some of you are waiting on my current series as well.

TY always for your love and support ✌️💖🫂

[sapphire-weapon]

I saw your meta analysis about how Leon die as a hero is so great. I kinda found some similar story (from my friends) about a man who fought many wars and always won, the one who took the most risks, and want to die while on it the most. But fate tells different, he eventually die at his old age (approx. 80th years), on his bed. Before he die, he told to his comrades who visited about how pissed off he is and ranted why he didn't die on the battlefield. WHYYY!!!???? And his comrades like....😑....(.....

UGH see I'm torn about this. The irony in the idea of Leon living out the full length of his natural born life is appealing for a number of different literary reasons. There's a real message that could be conveyed by doing that if it's done right. Dying won't undo Leon's suffering, and it won't unmake his choices.

Because I think that's what's really missing from his character arc right now -- and it's something that I didn't really notice until I played through FFXVI.

We all like to say "Leon didn't get a choice" -- but that's not actually true... is it?

There's always a choice. And what Leon did was make the easy one. And he didn't just do it the one time. He did it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Ever since escaping Raccoon City, he has always only ever taken the easy way out.

It's very easy to surrender. It's very easy to throw up your hands and say "it's out of my control."

And that's what he did. He surrendered.

I'm not saying that he should've tried to fight the CIA while he had a bum shoulder and only rudimentary combat training via police academy -- that's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that, once Leon found himself in the situation that he was in, he never tried to change it.

He never tried to get Sherry back or broker a deal for her freedom. He never even tried to ask for help -- not even from Ashley's dad, who was probably Leon's best chance at making this happen as a sort of "you saved my daughter, I'll save yours" thing.

And once Sherry was emancipated after RE6, he still didn't walk away. He resigned himself to his fate and committed to staying in the repeating nightmare that is his role in the federal government -- and he blames everyone but himself for his life turning out that way.

Think about how much power Leon actually has by the time of Infinite Darkness, even -- much less RE6. He is the most skilled and deadly combat unit the US government has ever produced, and he has the admiration and respect of most federal LEOs and high-ranking politicians. He also has knowledge of the inner workings of the federal government that could topple the whole goddamn system if he were to ever open his mouth and say something in front of a camera. And yet, every single day, he chooses not to use that power. Every single day, he chooses to take the easy road and keep his head down while doing the same thing that he's always done.

In 1998, the CIA kidnapped Leon off the street outside of Raccoon City and said to him, "We own you now." And, in response, he said, "Okay."

And he gave up.

So, to kill him at the end of his story is kind of like... okay, this is what he wanted, but does he actually deserve it? Does he deserve the easy out of a hero's death, when he spent literally his entire adult life already taking the easy way out?

BUT............ WITH ALL OF THAT HAVING BEEN SAID.........

I don't trust Capcom to understand, capture, or convey the nuances of all of that. I'm pretty sure that my only two choices for a character ending in RE are death or happily-ever-after.

And I don't actually see how Leon could possibly even get a happily-ever-after at this point, so I guess my choice is death LMAO

[matan4il]

So, it's just a funny story for exhausted shippers I have been seeing lately. Honestly, I'd like to buy you all Gatorade and power bars for doing the heavy lifting all these years.. So here's my story to maybe give you hope.

I watched season 1. Fine, it was good. I'm happy to turn on 2. The moment Eddie was introduced to what a man, while Buck stared at him, I literally groaned. My husband asked, "What's wrong" and my only reply was that an army of shippers was just born.

Full disclosure after that, I hated shipping them. I actually anti shipped them because listen, I have seen this story before, and I didn't like the ending.

So begin seasons of my husband looking at me every time they were on screen just to see me roll my eyes. I explained so many times that it's ridiculous how much they are giving shippers who probably won't get a payout. Worst, yet that dick (I love him, mind you) always turned it into a joke. Random times, he would just quip what do you think Eddie and Bucks' wedding will be like? I swear he's an amazing man, don't judge!

So when Anna came along, I was actually relieved. Like this solves my shipping problem. But I disliked her so. Worst, I lost all Buddie and Christopher goodness, so I then regretted my eye rolls.

OK, so then Taylor was back. Maybe this could fix it for me for a few reasons. I yes disliked Anna and Eddie. However, Buck is my favorite, and when she came back, well, I always viewed her a bit like Bucks white whale. (Between you, me, and the igloo, I will also admit.... I always thought Anna made Buck sad). So here is my insecure boy. Shit went down with Albert and the neighbor girl. Eddie was occupied with Anna. So, OK, I can deal with this because yeah, Buck, you won...... But you can guess it..... I hated it!!!

Honest, I wasn't even sold it was gonna happen after the lasagna dinner. I just don't see any way the story doesn't end up Buddie now though.

My main point is this. If you are a bummed anon because you think the showrunners are trying to squash Buddie. Well, they have done a really shitty job if so. Here I am reluctantly waiting after 5 and half seasons..

Hi Nonnie!

LOL I absolutely love this ask, ‘coz trust me, I get it. We’ve all been there, we’ve all seen same sex ships that we knew would never become canon. We all know that even outside the same sex, it’s always a risk, loving a subtextual ship when it comes to the question of whether it would go canon. And that’s the place you were coming from, right? You were anti-shipping them ‘coz you thought they would be terrible together, you were anti-shipping ‘coz you didn’t want to get invested in a couple that you’d never get to see actually going canon. And the fact that Buddie won you over in spite of that says everything about their power as a couple, and as a family unit together with Chris. It’s so heartwarming and beautiful, it’s worth shipping despite the risks. So thank you for sharing your journey! I enjoyed (and laughed) reading about each of the stations along the way, and I’m so glad to know that you joined us! Yep, if the showrunners keep getting everyone to this place, sometimes kicking and screaming against their will, that has to say something!

Thank you so much for this, hope you have an amazing day! As always, here’s my ask tag. xoxox

[nnfrerking]

The Garden of Showerheads 

(I got the following story from a video my missing friend, Nate Fredrickson, recorded. I don't know if he told the truth here. The family has talked to the neighbor and she claims she didn't talk to him that day. 

I've decided to post my transcription of the video online to see if anyone can help with the search. If any of the people reading this notice anything strange in what Nate said or have any other information, please let me know.) 

Nate: I'm making this recording so that my friends and family members know what happened to me. I admit, after I did what I did, I at least deserved a good scare from my neighbor. However, I DON'T deserve what I believe will happen soon. 

I've tried pleading, reasoning, and screaming my apologies to my neighbor and I've gotten no response except the sounds of things breaking on the first floor of my home. I assume there's a search going on. Perhaps my neighbor only feels wrathful at this point. If so, this won't stop until I'm found. When that happens, I may die. 

If my neighbor didn't have that garden of showerheads, maybe I would've avoided all this. To clarify, when I use the term "showerheads", I'm not talking about a flower breed. My neighbor has literal showerheads, like the kind you find in a shower, all over her front and back yards. Somehow and for some reason, she found dozens of these, painted them in different colors, stuck fake leaves to them, and stuck them in her garden beds. 

Most of my neighbors found this art project bizarre but harmless. I agreed with them. Ask them and they'll tell you as much. I didn't mean what I said at all. 

Yesterday had just, well, got me right in the ass, to put it bluntly. I had to go to the vet to put my dog, Skipper, down. I felt like absolute garbage last night and couldn't get to sleep. Today, I wanted to do nothing but bum out, play video games, and eat delivery pizza. However, I must have stepped on a Bible or something, because God decided to send my neighbor over. 

A few minutes after I demolished the King of One Thousand Swords boss, she rang the bell. I would have ignored it, but I had already ordered the pizza. 

So now on top of my raging grief, I also had the mild disappointment of seeing my neighbor standing there instead of the pizza delivery guy. She had a nice smile that shone through her wrinkles and wore a cute flowery blouse, but that didn't help my mood. Still, I managed to talk politely when I asked her what she wanted. 

She told me what happened last night first. A windstorm had come by last night while I was emotionally preoccupied. The wind had caused some of her showerheads to fall over. She had gone to pick them up, but her arthritis-ridden back refused to let her bend over that day. She believed that the "nice young man" next door could help her pick them back up. I would even get paid twenty dollars for that small task.

It would have taken me ten minutes, but I just couldn't do anything that day. Yet, I didn't want to seem like an asshole. I think this inner conflict sent my emotions over the edge and I said what I shouldn't have said. 

"Why would I want to help you with your stupid art project?" 

I regretted the words immediately after they came out of my mouth. My neighbor's expression stretched with shock and then it scrunched up with anger. My already tense muscles became tenser. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "Yesterday was difficult. My dog died and…" 

"Oh, so that gives you the right to be an asshole to everyone," my neighbor snapped. 

"Well, yanno, I'm grieving right now. I can't control myself all that well. Surely you can understand…" 

"Clearly!" 

She grabbed the knob and slammed the door in my face. I stood there for a few moments. Then I turned around, trudged back toward my couch, picked the controller up, and sat down. Only then did I realize I had lost the urge to play video games. I just wanted to sleep. 

I set the controller down on the coffee table, didn't bother to turn the game off, and let myself fall onto the couch cushion. A few moments after I pulled my legs up and stretched them out, I fell asleep. 

Thwack! Thwack! 

I awoke to these sounds at my window. I lifted my head until I could see it. A single pink showerhead covered in fake leaves floated there on the other side of the glass. I started chuckling. I stopped when I realized who could be under that showerhead and what she probably wanted. 

"Is that you, Ms…Ms…" I had forgotten my neighbor's name. "Um, is that you Ms. Neighbor? There's, uh, no need for violence. I meant what I said. About what I said, I mean. I mean, my apology was sincere." 

I rolled off the sofa and planted my feet on the ground. I crept over to the window as my neighbor continued to bang the showerhead against the window. The glass refused to break. I smirked and relaxed a little. 

"You probably won't break that. That window has tempered glass on it. It's also double-paned." I stopped about a foot away from the window. "Look, just put that thing away, Ms. Neighbor. Let's talk about this like reasonable people." 

The showerhead stopped moving for a few moments. Then it began shaking. 

 

"Oh…you…you don't need to feel afraid." I leaned over the window sill so I could look into my neighbor's eyes. "I just want to–" 

A long pink tube sat by itself on the ground. It shook at the same rate as that pink showerhead. With my eyes, I followed the tube back up to the showerhead. I gasped. The metal on the showerhead had started to budge in places. These bulges moved chaotically. I froze, feeling both fascinated and terrified by the sight. 

In no time at all, the bulges split open and more showerheads, complete with fake leaves, emerged. These then became nearly twice the size of the original showerhead in just a few moments. 

After about a dozen showerheads emerged and grew, the glass smacking continued with more force. This entire showerhead tree threw itself against the glass with shocking speed and strength. The frame shook. I broke out of my shock and backed up before turning around and sprinting up the stairs. The moment I slammed the bedroom door, I heard the glass shatter below. 

So that's what happened and why I'm here. I said something bad to my neighbor and, even though I apologized, she…uh…sent this showerhead monster after me. Heh. It's kinda funny, in a way. I would be laughing if I wasn't so terrified. 

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…

I love you all and I'm sorry that I put you through this. I won't make you watch what's gonna happen next.

(A week has passed and we've yet to find Nate. I want to believe he just decided to go away for some time, but I don't think that's the case. We will continue trying. Thanks in advance to anyone who tries to help.) 

[plantdad-dante]

Book #109 - Dreamless by Josephine Angelini

(JAIL. Jail for Lucas.)

Ohhhhh I hate this. I hate this so much. I don't even know where to start. I'm so mad at this, from so many angles, it's like a kaleidoscope of misery. A panopticon of hatred. Consider this your warning.

How can a book based on the most accessible and most widely historically preserved mythology contain this amount of bullshit. I don't get it. And what makes it worse it that sometimes it gets things right?? Even things that I hadn't known before and had to google?? (I may not like the "Myrmidons are insect people" angle, but it at least makes somewhat sense, in a God Of War, "we twist everything morally ambiguous about what you love into fucked up, gory, evil monstrosities" kinda way.) I think it's the weird disconnect for me, of seeing one thing that is actually based in myth, that like, has an actual foundation somewhere and makes sense - and then two pages later encountering something either flat out wrong (like Chiron, the Ferryboatman on the Styx), or completely barmy ("River of Joy", shove it up your bum).

By the way, it takes a lot to actually make me want to punch a fictional character, but oh boy. Oh boy, I want to kill Lucas. I want to fucking disintegrate that motherfucker. An invisible man stalking a woman he is obsessed with is literally the plot of a horror movie!! Literally. Also, there is one passage where he a) admits to watching her sleep, and b) says that someday he won't be able to stop himself from climbing into the bed with her (!!!) and honestly, it's so ambigously worded, for a second I forgot how clueless this book is about sex and was legitamtely convinced he intended to SA her. So, yeah, jail for Lucas.

For some other greatest hits of this book:

- The "All Tell No Show" writing continues, making, for example, Zach's character and arc completely incomprehensible to me. - The women hate continues, this time expressed in the form of at least one incel we are meant to sympathize with, the majority of the male cast being possessive and volatile fuckheads and it being portrayed as romantic and good, and none, literally not a single one, of the female characters being concerned about Lucas' stalking habits. Additionally: thank fuck for exposition talk or I doubt this book would pass the Bechdel test. - Ares, God of War - not the clean, strategic roundtable stuff that Athena concerns herself with, this is the gory, blood-soaked carnage aspect of war we're talking about - is a coward. Yeah. Sure, I mean... what else would he be. Right? - While the reader knows that Lucas and Helen aren't actually related, they and the majority of the other characters have yet to learn this little factoid. Weird, then, that the book just kind of... forgets about it. About two thirds in, this book flat out forgets that they are supposed to be cousins, and drops it in favour of love triangle angst. I wish I was making this up.

I'm still confused about this book's portrail of Hades and Persephone. From the moment they brought her up I was waiting to learn her feelings on the whole kidnapping matter, but all we get is a confusing talk with Hades, where he justifies his actions with his feelings. Persephone gets to be nothing more than a plot device. Another strike for women hate.

I am worried about what Antman's death means for this series' portrail of Achilles. For a story that wants to base its lore and characters on the Iliad, the first two books have very curiously avoided bringing up the Greek side of the Trojan War, and specifically Achilles. And I can't help it, I'm a Greek Mythology gay, of course I'm worried what these books will do to our boy.

All in all, this feels like that Simpson's meme.... "This is the worst book I have ever read" - "The worst book you have ever read - so far". Get it? Because this is a trilogy, because there is still one left to go.

[foxdoc]

I cross my legs, slightly unnerved, and look around the room. Examine the decor. Anyone else might see a family portrait with a father and daughter, or an entertainment center with plenty of storage space, or a skirted couch that perfectly matched the curtains; knowing what I know, all I can see are potential secrets. Hidden entrances.

"Milk or lemon?" he says tersely as he enters with a tea tray.

"Lemon, thank you," I reply. And the six foot four superhuman who can crumple steel beams like aluminium foil gently squeezes the perfect amount of juice from a lemon wedge into my cup of tea.

I take the tea but do not drink yet. This could still be a ploy.

He takes his teacup and drinks with quiet poise. "So. Should I call you Edward, or...?"

"Edward is fine." I cut him off. He nods. The message is clear - business stays outside. "So... Henry. How long have you and your daughter been living in this neighborhood?"

"Oh, not long. Perhaps a year or two."

"Mm. And what was your impetus for coming out here?" I probe.

He sighs. "Well, unfortunate as it is, our last place was caught in the crossfire of that horrific extraterrestrial invasion. We had to couch-surf for a while before I had the funds for the down payment on a new place that would... you know, work for us."

"The Birmingham one?"

"Birmingham," he nods. "Think it was right abouts New Year's Day as well."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, the polite sentiment tasting strange in my mouth. I take a sip of tea to wash it down. It's perfect. Of course he can make a perfect cup.

"How about you, Edward? I never thought you'd be bumming around here in Greenwich."

I tap my spoon on the rim in a staccato. "When my son said he desired to enroll in university here, we decided it might be wise to move house. This way, he can still attend whilst living at home, and I can still do business in London whilst also running for a seat on the university governing board."

Henry narrows his eyes, the piercing gunmetal grey boring a hole into me - figuratively. "I see. Aren't you worried that the boy might need a little time on his own? To explore adulthood and make decisions for himself?"

"Not in the least. The boy is indeed just a boy, after all. Needs a firm hand to guide him."

"What happens when his guiding hand isn't there, anymore?" he asks pointedly.

"Is that a threat?" I answer, furrowing my brows. "I must say it's very unwise to issue threats to me, Henry."

"It's not a threat, Welker."

"What then?"

He looks outside. I follow his gaze to see our children talking outside. She is pointing at various plants in the garden and describing them to Ethan. My son is staring at her with a gaze I could only describe as "hopelessly smitten."

"Every day, I think about the day when my little girl will be a woman," says softly the man known by the papers as Britain's Iron Defender. "The day when her daddy won't be able to protect her from the world anymore. Whether it's old age, or growing distant, or... work complications. One day, inevitably, she'll have to make decisions for herself, decisions I might even disagree with. And I want her to be prepared and ready for that day."

I take a sip of tea. I watch the girl - Hannah, I think was her name - pluck a flower from the bushes and affix it to my son's hair. He is smiling. They are laughing.

"We can't be there for them forever, Edward."

"...I suppose you're right, Henry."

you are a Villian who's a single parent of a son. Recently they started dating someone. When you arrived to their house, you notice how their parent is the hero you fight daily. Your son and date went outside for some alone time, leaving you and the hero some time to talk

[annieintheaair]

I'm doing my best getting used to life after you. Some things are gettin' easier to do, like knowing I won't find another you.

The other night, after not going to work and staying home and writing on here, I went to bed and had a dream that felt super real. Something in the dream indicated that it took place in 2022. Dan was still alive. It was actually a very happy dream, but within the dream, I knew that he was going to die soon. Everything in me wanted to tell him that he only had a few months to live but at the same time, I withheld that and enjoyed my time with him in the dream.

There was a time, many years ago, around 2013, when Dan and I didn't talk for a while. I think it was like six months or something and during that time, the Red Sox won the World Series and my grandma passed away. When we didn't talk for that time, I wondered if something had happened to him. It wasn't like we had had a really bad fight and stopped talking but something at the time had really pulled us apart. I didn't want to reach out but I constantly wondered if something had happened to him. I thought maybe he had died. Looking back, I wonder if it was some sort of premonition; I knew that he didn't have the forever that he thought that he did.

I wish I had listened to that part of me that maybe knew there wasn't a lot of time left. I wish I had taken advantage of the time that we had. I wish that I had done a lot of things differently.

Last week continued the series of things not going how I planned them and trying to come to terms with letting go of all of my expectations. We had some drama at work on Monday night, then Tuesday could have gone ok but due to the weather, yet again, we got delayed getting home Wednesday morning.

By Thursday morning, I was drained. I had to take my Civic for (overdue) servicing that morning so I drove Shawna home on my way and then stopped at Market Street for a breakfast burrito. At the mechanic, I sat next to and chatted with an older man who told me that his car needed a lot of work but he couldn’t part with it because it was his late wife’s car and she loved it. It made me think about how I have memories of Dan being in my Civic with me and when we had twin cars (I had blue and he had silver). I’ll probably be driving the Civic forever or at least until it dies on me because I just can’t part with it. The sentimental value is too high. The older man made me think about that kind of love— refusing to part with something someone you loved, loved. I wished I could find a love like that, that lasts forever.

When I got home, I had a meeting for my second job. I struggled to stay awake during it and as soon as it was over, I closed my laptop and took a nap.

I dropped my San Antonio trip that night to stay home and pack for my trip. I had some wine, watched movies, and went to bed.

Friday morning I got up and ready and then drove my dogs to Kia’s house before heading to Love Field in Dallas to try to catch a Southwest flight to Baltimore. My flight was delayed so after dealing with the struggle that was trying to find a parking spot, I got through security and went to Cru to drink some wine and work on my computer.

Luck would have it— I didn’t get a seat on the flight and the rest of the delayed flights for the day didn’t look promising either. I cancelled my whole trip and drove back to Kia’s to get my dogs and hung out there for a bit while the traffic calmed down. I was super bummed about not getting to spend the weekend with my family and celebrate my nephew, Graham’s first birthday.

It was a pretty low-key Friday night, going to bed, and getting up Saturday morning thinking I should try to go to work, but of course, I wasn’t motivated. I didn’t even make it to yoga on Saturday morning. By late in the day, I decided to go to Total Wine and Trader Joe’s. When I got home, I made myself an aperol spritz (ok, more than one). I’ve been jamming out to the new Shaboozie song, “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” and although that song would be best with a Lynchburg Lemonade, I drank my aperol spritz from the large wine glass I bought when I lived with Dan on 5th Street. After a few drinks, I was dozing off on my couch.

Sunday I watched church on TV and continued to put out fires at my second job. A lot of wrong items were shipped out so I’ve been spending the last few days emailing UPS return labels and manually creating new orders. It feels never ending and there could be up to 70 incorrect orders. I’m (only) at 20 so far.

Since I dropped my trip on Thursday, I knew I needed to pickup a trip to make up for it but I was already committed to going to yoga at 6pm. Right before leaving my house for yoga, a trip with a late sign in popped up on ETB (our trade board) so I picked it up. Somehow I convinced Matt to pickup the other position to go with me.

Aside from the annoying bug on the floor at yoga, it was just what I needed to finish out the weekend. I had just enough time after to go home and shower and then be on my way to work.

Our delayed flight ended up delaying further so I barely got any sleep that night in San Antonio but it was fun to work with Matt so I at least had someone to talk to in the back.

Monday morning I tried to sleep but barely slept. I spent the day being lazy at home before going back to work that night for yet another delayed flight to Oklahoma City. I’m going back to San Antonio tonight and of course, my flight is delayed again.

I had every intention of running errands today and going to Costco but the rain kept me home under a cozy blanket and I ordered Del Frisco’s on Uber Eats.

I’ve been getting a lot of my quilt done lately, which has been great. I’m calling it my delay quilt since I’m taking advantage of all these delayed flights to work on it. When my mom made me the quilt I now have on my bed, she said for years that she would make me one once I finished high school but then I left high school after 3 years and she changed it to college. I finished college in 3 years too and there was still no quilt but then she said once I got my first job and then my first place on my own. I felt like there was always a new thing to achieve before the quilt would be done. When I finally moved to Texas, my mom finished my quilt about a year into living here. I joked about my own quilt that I’d be done by the time I get married but honestly, it’s very possible it will be done this year (and I’m obviously not getting married haha).

June is always a hard time of the year for me. I’ve never been big on birthdays and mine is less than a week away. I’m struggling with knowing that when I turn 35, I will be an age that Dan never got to be since he passed away shortly after his 34th birthday. 14 years ago I had a mental health crisis, and 13 years ago I lost my job and in some ways, also lost Dan. I try not to put too much pressure on my birthday so it’s not a disappointment like it was last year when I wanted to have a party but never got to. When I turned 33, things went almost exactly as planned and it turned out to be a pretty good birthday.

This year, I don’t have a whole lot planned but will be celebrating a little early by seeing Julia Cole in concert in Dallas on Thursday. I can’t contain my excitement. I’ve been jamming out to her songs all week on my rides to and from work and for the last few years, I’ve been one of her top Spotify listeners. Especially after breakups, Julia’s songs really resonate with me. There’s nothing quite like singing your heart out with the words that you didn’t know how to put together yourself but feel them to your core. Matt dropped his trip on Thursday so he could go to the concert with me, which I thought was nice.

Life has been so far from everything I had planned, especially this month. The houses I’m trying to move to this summer keep delaying move-ins so I’m starting to think I might have to find something else. I also got pulled onto reserve next month, which is a whole struggle in itself trying to manage being on call and needing a dog sitter. I’m praying that everything works out and I somehow survive July.

I hate having to constantly adjust my expectations these days because I just feel so incredibly disappointed lately. It feels like one thing after the next.

Anyway, I’m about to board my flight to San Antonio. Praying for no drama tonight and an on-time arrival tomorrow morning. Honestly, is it Thursday yet? I need a night off!

xoxo

Annie

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Hey, Ibuki! Have you considered taking up poetry? Even if you can’t sing anymore, you can still write! And with your unique lyrical style, I’m sure whatever you come up with will be great! After all, what’s a poem but an unsung song? It can be a great outlet for your feelings. What do you think?

*In Ibuki's room, she seems a message*

...?

'Wow dude, don't bum me out; I did just get up you know.'

'Oh right sorry but those bracelets send messages to us and to keep track of us, hope you don't mind.'

'It's okay, I don't mind it but I do want to get some sleep, still it was nice talking to you all and watching movies; say you guys are gonna come back and talk to me, yeah? Hospitals are pretty boring.'

'Well don't worry, will be sure to visit you while you recover!'

'But we better head to bed as well, will see you tomorrow.'

*Sonia does sign languge* 'Yeah, we will - see you tomorrow, Ibuki!'

'Yeah guys, see you tomorrow everyone and goodnight!'

*As everyone leaves, Ibuki and Teruteru were the only ones in the room*

'Man, I wonder if I get to see shirtless Hajime tomorrow; I mean that be a cool dream come true.'

'Hm? Oh right you heard that Hajime is shirtless? Well seems it's due to medical reasons from my understanding and Future Foundation is working on a way to fix that.'

'Wait wait whooa, so Hajime won't be shirtless anymore if they fix that!'

'DFADFLASFSFASDKLFS!!! NOoooo, Ibuki wants to see shirtless Hajime, Future Foundation will deny fan service while she stuck in beeeed!!!!'

'Whoa whoa, calm down; I'm sure Hajime won't be cure yet so don't worry!'

'But Ibuki wants to see it, Ibuki must! So Teruteru; I assign you to make sure Hajime is shirtless! I mean seriously - think of all the fan service you can get dude, like seriously did you forget your a horn dog!'

'But...but...!'

'Well... since you ask me, I suppose I could try and stop Nagi from not ruining the fan service.'

'YEEEEEAH, IBUKI THANKS THE LOCAL PERVERT FOR THIS!'

'But yeah, Ibuki's gonna go to bed so goodnight.'

*As then Ibuki tucks in as Teruteru*

Well well... seems now I got a mission to make sure Hajime is shirtless, after all we are on a beach; it has to be done.

hmhm, yep time to get to work...

*Teruteru walks down the hall and gets ready for bed...*

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

1.) The funniest part about this is how I haven't even written a Harrymort fic in a very long time cuz I've had no inspiration for it or HP in general. Also, if you consider it pedophilia to write about two consenting adults taking 200,000 words(and several years in-fic) to finally realize they like each other, then there is no hope for your reading comprehension. Stick to 3rd Grade Level stuff, pls. It'll save all of us the trouble.

2.) Dave is no slave. He is a dumbass. He is racist. Sexist. Homophobic. A liar. A cheater. A thief. A bum. Dave spent 1 1/2 years doing nothing as we dealt with homelessness. I wrote over 1 million words for pay to keep us in motels that entire time while he claimed his leg was too injured to work. And spent every day demanding to know, 'did anyone give us money yet?' cuz he wanted sweets. Dave got us into this mess by opening his mouth over things not his business. Dave lied about every step of the way here. He's literally being blackmailed cuz he thought he met a chick online who could lead to a quick fuck and instead was dumb enough to tell her all his personal business and now she's holding the well-being of his daughter and grandkids over his head if he doesn't pay her.

3.) I am the only person here who can take care of my mom 24/7. I'm literally her personal caregiver. I clean the house. I cook the food half the time. I am her legs for everything she can't manage. I'm also in terrible health and desperately need to see several doctors but every time we bring it up, Dave makes excuses over MOM'S van cuz he knows she can't defend herself and I can't see well enough to get a license. I haven't had my teeth looked at in 8 years and I haven't had an eye exam in 7. Dave bitches about having to take his own child to the doctor and was even willing to get in trouble with the school over not having her medical paperwork up to date. Mom hasn't been able to get her meds in over a year cuz Dave prioritizes ice cream over medicine and bitches when she won't give him money for snacks.

4.) I am Visually Impaired and Hard of Hearing. I cannot see and I struggle to hear all the ime. I am also colorblind. Stoplights either look off, or always yellow. I can't tell distances. I can't see details in things just a few feet away. You want me to actually do something, when I actively do what I am capable of. I'm not capable of much and the health conditions have piled on more and more.

5.) How you can dick ride for a man you don't even know is beyond me. How you can hear all this shit about him and think he's a swell guy and not a literal useless scumbag who can't even be bothered to keep his kid and grandkids safe from strangers on the internet, idk.

6.) How anyone could call Dave the innocent in this situation is laughable. Fuck the disabled woman he's betrayed countless times despite telling everyone they're fiancés and in love when he wants sympathy from people while he cheats with strange women he meets on Facebook. Fuck his daughter and grandchildren whom he has put in danger all for the sake of cheating. Fuck all the connections he's ruined in his life cuz his greed and obsession with racing put everything at risk. Fuck the fact that he can't even help us actually do the moving ANY of the times we've had to move because of him.

He's just a poor wittle man who can do no wong ever. T_T He's just so sad and hurt. He needs the big stwong Anon to come in an save the day. T_T

Sometimes you can just tell an incel wrote something, and this whole Anon was red flags from one side to the other. People who throw around the pedo accusation over a ship they don't like always end up being pedos themselves too. It's like clockwork. How bout you turn that finger back in your own direction, hun? Seek mental help and perhaps someone someday will finally give a damn about your existence. ^-^

Maybe if your daughter got up off her ass and helped out more especially in the past while instead of sitting around writing pedo fic about harry potter and Voldemort then you'd have got everything moved on instead of leaving till last second

She has no excuses

Dave is working his ass off providing for you all , for his faults and you begrudge him the slightest thing. If he left you'd all know about it - wouldn't know Ur ass from your elbow but u keep whining about him while being happy to take his money and see him slave for u. Yeah he's fucked up but fr he is a man under pressure he is gonna fuck up and do crazy shit that man is heading for nervous breakdown

Why doesn't your older daughter go to work instead of sitting on her big ass writing shit and playing video games 24/7. Why don't you apply for disability and keep trying cos I know it's hard. Bethy when she is bigger is gonna be hit with picking up the slack if I drive Dave off so u need to start looking for work too or disability so money is coming on

U wannabe a trad wife ok that's fine but when Ur man is cracking up etc you can't stay at home cleaning house etc id love for you to be safe and so do all that housewife stuff but you're in a crisis so you gotta toughen up and get working or more importantly your daughter has to

Ok, Coward, let's me take the trash out. @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon doesn't write pedo fics. You are either virginal and can't find anyone willing to touch you or you are jealous that you lack the talent to write. Frankly, I think it's both. Who would want to deal with such a vile piece of work like you?

Let's get something straight, you illiterate jackass. Dave is not my man. We have a child together. That's it.

Dave pays rent. I pay everything else. Oh, would you look at that. I PAY EVERYTHING ELSE. Do the math, dimwit. I don't take a damn dime from him. He does take money from me. Based on how you are trying to make it sound like you know Dave, it makes me wonder is you are the sleezeball that has been illegally blackmailing him.

And I don't know where you think you can come on Tumblr of all places and attack me and my family. You don't know jack shit about us. What you have read on Tumblr is just a drop in the bucket, you worthless piece of filth.

You send me this message trying to talk a big game but you hide behind the cloak of anonymity. You're too chicken shit to put a name to your comment. You're a nothing but a sorry ass joke that no one will ever take seriously.

Grow up, wonder skank.

BTW: Dave and I were never married. I detest marriage. I also detest cowards like you. So go pound sand.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon have at the bitch. I would love to see you tear this coward to shreds.

@mister-tom-a-dildo-lover

[cloudytaemin]

Sugar (Act IV)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Panic Attack, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Mentions of Abuse, Depression

WC: 2.21k

A/N: Woo another chapter! I'm trying super hard to get these out.

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @taeminsonlywhxre

You don't know how you ended up laying on Taemin's lap after eating Chinese takeout, you don't know why he's tracing shapes into your arm and you don't know why you're so comfortable with it.

Some stupid rom-com you don't know the name of plays in the background, but you're a bit lost looking up at Taemin. His defined jaw stares toward the screen as he watches the movie, his breathing even and rhythmic. You mentally frown as you realize how much you really don't mind his presence. It's not right for you to be this way, he's just your client.

"y/n," Taemin says your name.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I'd like you to stay the night tonight."

"Okay," you reply. It's a bit simple, but you honestly don't care. This moment seems too intimate, too comfortable. It's comfortable to the point where you become uncomfortable.

"Hey, y/n, you're staying tonight right?" Kibum asks, looking down at your head on his lap.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I?" He chuckles and ruffles your hair, to which you respond by sitting up and pecking him on the lips.

"I don't know, I was just asking," he says, taking another sip of his beer.

Later that night, Kibum's far too many beers in. "y/n. Let's have sex, it'll be fun."

"Again?" You feel hesitant, it's the third time today and the apartment's a mess. There's trash scattered across the floors, beer bottles in groups on the table, and yet you still wonder how he manages not to have a beer belly and this much stamina.

"What the hell do you mean, again?" He grabs you by your hair, causing you to let out a whimper. It's a little bit painful, just a little bit pleasurable, and all the right amounts you need to let him start kissing you.

"Kibum, no, I can't, I won't, not today, maybe tomorrow, okay," you whisper as you break away from the kiss. Your body hurts. It's been too many days, no, weeks, maybe even months like this. You need a break.

"No, we're doing it today," he argues, looking down at you as if you were nothing.

For the first time in a while, you question the look he has in his eyes. "Do you love me?" You ask, blinking slowly.

"Huh? What do you mean, you're smoking hot and you take me so well, why wouldn't I?"

Tears well in your eyes as you realize the stone cold truth. No matter how much you ever loved Kibum, he wouldn't love you back. He never could. He only wanted you for your body. That was all you were worth. A college degree and a body. What better way to go then to use your worth to pay for the degree you believed in?

"Pay me then. You have to pay me, and I'll let you love me, if my body is what makes it like this for you."

"You think I have the money for that bullshit, y/n? You have sex with me because you love me back, not for a damn incentive."

"I think we have different ideas of love. Can we just cuddle and go to bed tonight, please Bum?" You plead with him one last time before he snaps.

You struggle to look at him as you hear him pull on his shoes. "I can't believe I ever invited you back to my place. I should have left you with your dump of a family like you deserved." The door slams as he says the last sentence, leaving your reserve to crumble.

Tears come washing over you as you lose the person you thought was the love of your life. He didn't love you, so why did it hurt so much to see him walk away? You loved him. You loved him so much that it hurt you to be with him, every day was nothing but you giving away your identity to please him.

That night, you find a rich-looking man outside of the chicken place you walked to after leaving Kibum's place. "Hey, sweetheart, are you looking for a nice man to put you in your place? You look a little lost."

"Depends, am I lost?" You can see where it's going, you've seen it in hundreds of movies. The anger you had for Kibum fueled you to use your body, find someone who could love you with their body since he never could with his heart. If men couldn't love you with their heart, wasn't their body the second best thing?

"Well, you appear to be to me," he smirks as he sees you play along.

"How much. I'll get in the car if you tell me how much."

"Ten thousand, but I want two full days with you. I don't look for prostitutes, I want someone to take around," he finishes. "I'm not a cheapskate, I pay top price for women as good looking as you."

"Deal."

That night may have been more traumatizing than all the rest, but you found a remedy. A remedy to all the pain Kibum had put you through with his life and his words. These men only wanted your body, they didn't put false hopes into your head. And it paid. Paid better than falling in love again ever could.

You wake up with a scream, remembering all of the things that you've gone through and the ways you've gotten here. A panic attack rushes over you as you don't remember where you are, it's foreign.

The hyperventilation and fear that wracks through you is like no other when you get out of the bed you're in. Are you back at Kibum's? Where is this place. It couldn't be there, he had yellow sheets and these were gray. The room was too big to be KIbum's. Too expensive looking.

Indicators. Something. You can't help but look to the ground and curl in a ball, trying to gain control of your breathing as you suck in tears and your vision is clouded.

Down the hall, Taemin is awoken by your outburst. Worry shoots straight to his mind, but he hesitates. Is it too much for the arrangement that you two had? Are you panicked because he carried you into the guest room after you fell asleep? You may not want to see him.

You spend an hour gathering yourself, working through the waves of emotions that come and go.

"Call me daddy. That's the only name I should hear come out of your mouth, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand," you answer, looking lovingly into the eyes of the man who owned you for the next week or so.

He made you feel loved, even if it wasn't in a way that made your heart flutter.

Only Kibum could do that, and there was no more to be seen.

You eventually lay back down in the bed, beginning to scroll through your phone. There may be an exhaustion wave, but it doesn't mean that the brain has fallen asleep one bit.

When Taemin hears nothing but silence, he decides to walk down the hall and check up on you.

"y/n, I heard some noises, is everything alright?" He starts soft, not wanting you to know he recognized the sounds as sobs and screams.

"Everything is okay, daddy," you reply, forcing a half-smile. "I think there were some men down below moving things, or something like that."

His skin crawls at your use of the nickname. God, he hated how unnatural it sounded coming from your lips. To top it off, he knows how effortlessly you lied to him about the sound.

"Are you sure everything is okay, love- princess?" Fuck. The name slipped. It wasn't intentional. It came out like butter, the words slid off of his tongue before he could think about them.

"Yes, daddy, everything is okay," you push the persona, part of you is looking for comfort but the other half is afraid at the caring atmosphere of this very moment. For the college fund. You'll do it for the college fund.

"I can't keep watching you lie to me. You should know that by now, especially after our meeting," he sighs in defeat. He sits next to your laying down figure on the bed. "I heard it all, but I wasn't sure what you might need me to do." There's no venom when he says it.

"Please don't fire me, I swear I can control them, please," you beg. "I think it might be better if you do fire me, since you don't really use me for what I'm worth, but if I'm making you happy I can be okay, I won't have any more attacks, I'm sorry."

"What makes you think I'm going to fire you?"

Your desperate orbs stare back into his eyes, pleading for something, anything that can save this job. Not only does it pay well but it isn't very sexually demanding, at least yet. You wouldn't mind if it was, this was beginning to feel too intimate and you were getting scared.

"I don't know," you reply.

In that moment you look so desperate and broken that Taemin feels the need to fix you. Even if it wouldn't be possible, he had to try. He leans closer to you, putting his arm by the side of your head to keep from falling on top of you. Hesitant at your reaction, his lips meet yours slowly.

He wanted to engulf you in his love, make your pain go away. For the first time, this was suddenly about more than having sex with attractive girls. It hurt him when you were hurting, every second that he heard you struggle made him want to fix it. Love you until you would feel, because while he didn't know what caused you to feel broken, he could tell you were numb somewhere.

A tear rolls down your cheek as he kisses you, a second of fear shuddering from your lips down your spine, but dissipating into a bit of comfort.

"Daddy, w-why," you trail off.

"I guess I couldn't stay true to the 7 day rule. You're beautiful, has anyone ever told you that?" Taemin says, hand cupping your cheek.

"You sound like Kibum." It's all you can manage to say or think in the moment, and you regret it the second it comes out of your mouth. Taemin's face goes stone cold.

"Who the fuck is Kibum?"

"An ex of mine, he's not anything to worry about, I just- I couldn't help what I said, daddy, please forgive me, please," you sense the change of atmosphere in the room.

His expression falls again. "Is that why you were crying? Do you miss him?"

"N-No, he-" your eyes begin to water at the thought of him again. "He's not a good memory."

"Nothing is going to hurt you here." He leans down once again and gives you a long kiss on the forehead.

"Daddy," you start. "Can I do something quickly?"

"Sure, what do you need princess?"

You shakily reach your hands up to the sides of his face and pull it towards yours. You kiss him softly, the familiar comfort of the first time returning to you. He responds within a few seconds, kissing back just as slowly as you had.

"Sit up," he commands.

You pull yourself up with him from where you had been laying down, and he pulls you in again for another kiss. It continues just as slowly, but this time he adds his tongue into the mix. You let him with no fight, feeling as he explores every inch of your mouth and your lips can't get enough of one another.

Your arms find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to settle on your waist. Like the clouds clearing after a storm, you find some kind of warmth in the kiss you share. More than just a kiss that you might share with a client.

Heavy breaths were taken from your nose until you couldn't take any more of them. You swear that your heart's been skipping beats for the last two minutes or so that it lasted, but time is irrelevant now. As you pull away, his lips chase yours.

Like someone lit a match inside of you, your heart blossomed just the slightest bit.

"y/n."

"Daddy," you utter.

"You should get some rest, you've had a tough night. I'll see you in the morning." He smiles softly at you, even when he knows you can't see it in the dark.

"W-wait, Taem- I mean, Daddy-" you stumble over words as they escape your mouth. "Could you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Are you not big enough to sleep by yourself, princess?"

"I-I am, but I just- I feel better with you there," your voice gets quieter on the last part.

"Ten minutes, and then I'm going back to my room." He shakes his head.

He spoons you as you begin to drift off, an odd feeling of serenity in your body. The warmth radiating from his body spreads to your back and is like a blanket engulfing you in its warmth.

You never slept better since the start of you and Kibum.

[damien-mlm]

Red - Part 2

Warnings: none that I can think of, Red being Red, Darrell is at Ambrose so Red is feeling lonely, Skulk is mentioned

Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

Skulk belongs to @probably-a-plant-thing

"I'll be thinking of you every second anyway"

Darrell was one sappy man, and Red loved every second of it. Even in the heat of the kitchen, his face felt hotter by just reading the text message.

"SHUT up! You're making me blush at work"

Darrell was going to spend thanksgiving over at Ambrose with some friends of his, he was offered to come with, but ultimately decided to stay, Skulk couldn't handle the hogs by himself. And boy was he regretting staying already.

He was more quiet than usual, his mind wandering to the blue haired giant. Safe to say he burnt a few pancakes while spacing out. 

It's not like Darrell would be here with him anyway. He's at work, Darrell would be at the station. They'd be chatting over text just like they are right now. 

The difference being, once he gets out of work, he won't be able to visit Darrell. And even if that time hasn't come yet, the knowledge that he's away is enough to eat away at his heart.

The day had gone by way slower than usual, for a moment he was reminded of the time before he arrived at Devil's Peak. How many years has it been? He doesn't even remember. He had been wandering from town to town, looking for a place where he could settle discreetly. A place where everything worked with cash, no questions asked.

He decided to skip the usual Friday Night at the bar, he'd just drink a few beers by himself this time. 

On top of Darrell's trailer that is.

Red climbed to the flat top of the mobile home, 6-pack of beer in one hand. The air was cold and humid, he could see his own breath under the moonlight. 

He opened his phone and typed a message for Darrell.

"Hey Blue, how was your day? I miss you"

…

delete

"What u up to? Wish you were here"

UGH

delete

"Hope u don't mind me sleeping on ur trailer tonight cuz that's what I'm doing"

…. Good enough

send

ding!~

That was fast…

"Don't you mean 'in'?" He let out a chuckle.

"I said what I said"

He put down the phone and cracked open a beer, this will be a long night.

This was the second week in which he was drunk and missing him. Only this time there was no way of seeing him. He felt stupid, he never imagined he'd catch feelings for Darrell, or anyone, for that matter.

Most of his life after death he spent it alone, relying on fights and hookups for human contact. And for a while it was fine.

He was young, making himself to be the man he always knew he was. Turns out bribing nurses into giving him T injections was easier than he thought. Now, surgery, that was the issue.

The money he had taken from his father was plenty, but he needed a safe place to go for recovery "I read on the paper there's a small cabin in Devil's Prick for sale" said the nurse while injecting him. 

The place definitely needed some TLC, but it was a home, it was secluded, safe and his. 

It was only after he had made a full recovery that he realized he was running low on funds.

Luckily, the diner needed help.

"Welcome to the team, kid" said the old man, patting him on the back. 

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a big hulking figure, a man with ash blue hair, which was tied on a low bun.

Oh, he's cute…

He was carrying big sacks of potatoes into the walk-in fridge from a truck outside, one sack on his shoulder, another hanging from his hand.

Oh, he's strong…

He waited for his break to go talk to the man, saw him leaning against the wall near the back door, smoking.

"Can I bum one out ?" the big man seemed taken aback, was he blushing? That's adorable.

"Yeah, here…" he said, holding out a pack of cigs at Red. He gladly took one with a smile, placing the smoke between his lips before signaling the taller man to get closer.

He fell right into the trap.

Once he was close enough, Red grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close enough to have the lit cigarette touch his own, and kept him there until the second smoke started going. His red face looks even cuter up close, he thought.

He let go of the man and leaned back on the wall, taking a long drag before blowing out the smoke that accumulated in his lungs.

"Thanks, I didn't catch your name?" the poor man seemed flustered out of his mind.

"I'm Darrell, you're the new guy, right?" 

"Yeah, 's nice to meet ya, Darrell." he said, holding his hand out, "Call me Red"

Taglist: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @allthingsblood @texaschainsawslvt @angxlslasher @kalid-raven @ajarofpickledtears