#but i just can’t do it i’m so fucking stressed just looking at it all

[sunnie-angel]

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

Part 1: Unexpected Faces in Familiar Places

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: jay makes a new friend, now if only she could be something more... tags: sexual harrassment, threats of violence, idiots in love, flirting, swearing, sexual tension, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 4.7k a/n: enjoy! i've been having a really shitty week (even before the election) so i scrapped my original intention to only post once it was fully written and decided to just share this with you all

Jay Todd has the shittiest day to cap off the shittiest week in what feels like forever. Her ribs ache from a hit on Monday that’s still not fully right and she spent most of the day chasing down one of her accountants that had the sheer fucking nerve to try and steal from under her nose. Her knuckles are bloody, she’s on the verge of a stress headache, and all she wants is to drink her goddamn drink in peace. Apparently that’s too much to ask for because she gets a call from Cala down at one of her bars about out of towners harassing the guests and now that just won’t do at all.

Jay bursts into the bar, door hitting the wall with a crash, and oh fuck she forgot her helmet at home so she’s gonna have to do this as Jay, without the weight of the Hood’s legend behind her. Taking a deep breath she squares her shoulders and swaggers in. Zeroes in on the two chucklefucks have that cornered a poor girl sitting at the bar. Notes the way she’s hunched over and pulling down the hem of her skirt to hide her skin from lecherous eyes. Cala buzzes around the scene trying to divert their attention away from poor little miss unlucky but it doesn’t work.

“–m not alone,” Jay hears you say as she strides towards the bar. “I’m waiting on a friend.” 

“That so,” the taller of the two men leer. “Well she can just join us too. Plenty of room for more.” The shorter man makes a crude gesture at his crotch and Jay sees red.

“There you are!” She calls out, shoulders past the men without even acknowledging their presence. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was a real bitch. Did you already order our drinks yet?” You look up at Jay with gratitude and something suspiciously like tears shining in your eyes. Fuck. You’re pretty.

“No I– I didn’t know if you were planning on driving so I just waited,” you play along. 

Jay goes to take the seat next to you but shoulder slams into a body. She turns and raises a single disdainful eyebrow that she knows for a fact has made grown men cower before.

“You’re in my seat,” she says, low and bored. The man’s face starts to go a horrible shade of red that clashes terribly with his hair.

“So you think you can just butt into a private conversation, bitch?” He snarls, spittle flying.

Jay very conspicuously wipes the front of her leather jacket with a bar napkin. Looks him up and down and smirks.

“I think your conversation was over 30 seconds after you opened your mouth. I bet a lot of things are over in 30 seconds with you,” she tells him coolly.

He opens his mouth to respond, vein pulsing in his forehead but the cock of a shotgun stops him. Cala, blessed Cala, had finally had the distraction she needed to grab the shot gun from under the bar and she is using it to maximum effect.

“Out!” She thunders, waving the shotgun in the men’s faces. “Out and don’t you ever come back. This is one of the Hood’s bars, we’re under her protection and there’s gonna be hell to pay for this.”

Enraged the larger one goes to yell back but the shorter one grabs at his shoulder. Whispers at him to look around at all the hostile faces, the other regulars getting to their feet and cracking their knuckles. Tails between their legs the two nuisances scamper out.

Jay nods at Cala and she calls out “Next round’s on the house!” to the cheers of the room.

Job taken care of, Jay goes to leave when a hand around her wrist, just catching her under the hem of her jacket, freezes her in place.

“Wait!” you call. She turns to look at you properly, the wobble of your lip and the shortness of your skirt from where you’re no longer tugging it down. “Please? I just– I’m worried they’ll be waiting outside for me. I was supposed to meet a date here but they bailed on me and now I have to wait for the next bus to come. Would you stay with me for a bit? Please? I’ll– I’ll buy you a drink for the inconvenience.” And well, Jay always was a sucker for a damsel in distress.

“Sure,” she says, slinging herself lazily back into the bar chair. “It’s no inconvenience but I’ll take that drink. Whoever he is, he’s gotta be mad for standing a pretty girl like you up.”

“Oh um,” you fluster at her words. “Thanks?”

Cala sets down Jay’s usual order for when she’s driving in front of her and refills your drink. Waves off your fumbling with your wallet with a “It’s on the house, chérie. Our apology for the bad night. Besides,”  she nods at Jay “the Boss Lady would not let you pay if you tried.”

You grow more flustered at that and Jay rolls her eyes at Cala’s interfering. She lays a hand on your bare forearm to get you to stop tearing the napkin in your hands to shreds.

“You’re not in any trouble honey,” she says, voice low and soothing. “Just needed a little help, that’s all. Now my name’s Jay and I own this little establishment. Why don’t you tell me a little something about yourself too?”

You stutter and start through your own self-introduction, mascara long eyelashes fluttering at all the attention. Jay’s just so goddamned tempted to press her thumb into the hollow underneath your eyes, see if that’s enough to make the gathering tears of relief spill over. Wants to see your puffy bitten lips wrapped around her fingers rather than your straw. Getting you to talk about yourself seems to work though, familiar territory slowly evening you out. You’re surprisingly witty when you’re not flustered, someone fun to have a conversation over beer with. Time just gets away from under you two, Jay too enthralled with the way your hands move as you tell a story, you too drunk under her attention to bother looking at the time.

A stray notification catches your attention, interrupts your story about how this bar wasn’t even in your bottom five. You roll your eyes at the sender name.

“Jerry,” you answer Jay’s inquisitive look. “Apologizing for standing me up, for all the good that’ll do.” With a flourish you tap at your screen, smile and say “Blocked.”

Jay can feel the corners of her eyes crinkle up in return, simple joy and approval for you cutting the trash out of your life. Not that she’s really entitled to an opinion on it. Your smile lasts a half second longer before suddenly descending into panicking, fumbling out your phone and chanting no no no under your breath.

“I missed the last bus,” you breathe out, eyes wide. Jay’s brain stutters at that, there’s no way you’ve been talking together for four hours. Cala catches her eye and jerks her head up at the big clock hanging over the bar. Fuck. It really has been four hours.

Jay knocks back the last of her beer and stands, extends a hand out to you to help you hop off the bar stool that’s just the wrong side of too tall. Even in your heels Jay’s still got quite a few inches on you.

“C’mon,” she says. “It’s my fault you were out so late, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She leads you outside to where her bike is parked, your palm still in hers.

“I don’t have an extra helmet so you just take mine okay?” She says, putting it on you.

“We’re– we’re going on that?” you squeak out, surprise rendering you docile.

“Yep,” she answers, already straddling the bike, thighs flexing. “Hop on and hold on tight.”

Jay more feels than hears your scream as she revs the engine and takes off, corners maybe just a little too fast to be anything other than showing off. Too soon she pulls up at your front door and already she mourns the feeling of your arms wrapped around her middle. She gives you a hand to help you off the bike again and nearly buckles at the brief glimpse of the black unlined lace panties she sees under your skirt as you swing your leg over the bike. The two of you stand there facing each other, moment stretching out until a car backfires a few blocks over.

“Well, I guess I should get going, “ Jay tells you reluctantly.

“I’ve got work in the morning,” you respond, still not moving. “Wait! D’you want my number or something so we can do this again? Not the first bit obviously, but maybe drinks? Maybe coffee next time?”

And Jay, Jay doesn’t really have a phone besides a collection of burners but for you she’ll keep one on her. “Could always use another friend,” she says slowly, hands her phone over to you anyway. Grinning, you see her off into the night, taillights dissolving into darkness.

Jay calls first, asks about coffee with too much casualness in her voice. Your ensuing enthusiasm sets to right the last of her worries that you’d only offered out of obligation and she sets about monopolizing as much of your free time as she can get away with. Takes you to the movies, to museums, to lunch. Lends you her sweater, her umbrella, her helmet. Actually thinks about buying a second one with how much use you’re getting out of hers. Bitches with you about assholes at work – not that she gives you the full story – and bemoaning the state of customer affairs. Makes you dinner at her apartment and makes a spot for herself on your couch. Worms her way into every corner of your life without regret because you’d tell her if her presence was unwanted. Right?

Leave it to Jay to come back from the dead and still fall in love with a straight girl. Dick teases her about how far she’s willing to bend over backwards for ‘just a friend’ and Jay has to show her teeth and snap back that at least she has some. Has to cover up for the fact that her sanity is hanging by a goddamn thread thinner than that single string that had tied the open sides of your top together that one afternoon, revealing bare skin and the hint of a breast if you leaned just right. The way she almost walked into a wall when she realized you weren’t wearing a bra the first time she came over to your place. How she’s come with the image of your tear-stained face, fingers buried in her cunt. It’s fine! Jay’s fine. Eventually she’ll learn to stop lusting over her darling best friend who looks up at Jay with such sweet trusting eyes, unaware of what an awful lecher she is.

A gala invitation has Jay wishing she could shoot lasers with her eyes and incinerate it. Her eye twitches with annoyance and you snatch it up out of her hands before she can stop you.

“Oh what’s this, a party?” you ask, hair falling down the nape of your neck in a way that has Jay itching to brush it aside and kiss your spine.

“A stupid one,” she answers, not really paying attention.

“But you’ll have to get all dressed up for it! Please, please can I come over and watch you get ready? You never get dressed up,” you pout.

Even with your whining and pouting, Jay can’t help but think she’d still have a better time at the gala with you by her side to distract her from pointed glances and whispers. She sighs. Wait.

“There’s a plus one on that invite,” she tells you nonchalantly, studying your face in her peripheral vision. “You could come if you want, get all dressed up too.”

You stiffen at the question. “You really mean it?” you whisper, hardly daring to breathe.

“Course, but only if you want to,” she offers. You squeal, clutch the envelope to your chest and tackle her.

“It’s short so I’ll probably have to rent a dress and oooh I need to think about makeup, maybe a bold lip? Oh! And I can have another excuse to wear the Jimmy Choos...” you babble in her arms.

“You hate the Jimmy Choos,” Jay reminds you. “Always complain they pinch your feet.”

“Duh,” you tell her, pushing yourself up. “But they make my legs look like sex so I’m wearing them.” Jay has to swallow a couple of times at that, lost in the last time you’d worn them out clubbing and dragged her with you. Your legs had looked like sex, miles of long yummy skin only ending at your barely there mini dress. You prance around the room pulling down dishes for dinner and Jay sighs, melts back into the couch cushions as she listens to you chatter a mile a minute about how excited you are.

Jay’s really, really regretting her impulsivity by the time the gala rolls around a few days later. In all her excitement about not going alone for once, she’d forgotten that this meant she’d be going with you. With you, all dolled up and mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

You knock at her door earlier than she’d expected from you when a fancy event is involved and has to do her very best not to drop her jaw on the floor. Gorgeous green silk pools around your breasts in a daring cowl neck, the fabric clinging to your curves, draped to exaggerate them. Skims the plush sides of your hips before falling straight to the floor, a daring slit revealing the warm bare skin of your leg ending in those heaven sent Jimmy Choos. Jay stares, knows she stares for a beat too long but there is quite literally no force on earth that could tear her away. You start to squirm under her attention, still standing half in her doorway.

“That bad, is it?” You laugh self consciously, start to cover your cleavage with your hands. “I knew it was too much.”

“No, no it’s just enough,” she rasps, standing back to let you in. You brush past her so close she can smell your perfume, can tell you’d broken out your special occasions scent in the nice glass bottle. “I just need to fix my tie and do my hair and then we can go.”

“Do you need the tie?” You hum, stepping into her space. Grabbing a hold of one of the loose ends, you tug it out from where it’s tucked under her collar and drape it over the couch. Your fingers come to her throat and slowly undo the buttons there until only a single button or two above her waistcoat remains done up. Satisfied with your work, you spread the material flat under your palms, right over the swell of Jay’s breasts. “I think you look really nice just like this,” you confess to her.

Jay can barely breathe as she says “Fuck the tie, never liked ‘em anyway.” Your slow smile is worth it.

“Can I do your hair too?” You ask shyly.

“Don’t see why not, I was just going to do a ponytail,” Jay shrugs. Delighted you push her down onto the couch and start pulling bobby pins out of your purse. “Wait did you plan this?” She asks.

“A girl should always be prepared for the best outcome,” you tell her primly as you stand behind her and finger comb her riotous hair.

Quickly you separate out a deep side part and Jay memorizes the feeling of your hands in her hair. Hands twisting and pinning, you’re done in only a few minutes, handing her the little mirror out of your clutch to admire your work. Softly Jay touches your work, the way you’ve slicked back one side of her hair and made the waving curly mess look artistic and purposeful.

“Thank you,” she says, making eye contact with you in the mirror. She means it, means it for more than just fixing her hair but for everything else you’ve done since stumbling into her bar and her life all those months ago.

“It’s nothing,” you tell her, hands suddenly occupied with the mechanism of your purse. “We should probably get going, right?”

Jay drives the two of you to the venue in a really nice car you’ve never seen before. She waves away your questions with a tight, “My dad won’t even notice it’s missing.” She parks at the end of the red carpet and the doors haven’t even opened yet but you can already see the camera lights flashing. You look at her, suddenly nervous because you’d vastly underestimated how important this event was. She turns to you and smiles, grips your hand over the car console.

“Hey,” she says, all softness. “Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I’ll head off the vultures, you just hold onto me and enjoy the canapes, okay?”

You nod, and then suddenly she’s opening up your door, hand extended to help you out. The lights are blinding, flashing so fast the afterburn never gets any time to dissipate. Pasting on a smile you cling to Jay’s strong arm, rock solid even under all her suit layers. Paps shout and scream at you to look their way and you can barely hear them over one another.

Eventually the two of you make it through the front doors of the hotel and you gasp like you’ve been drowning. Rubbing your shoulders Jay moves to cover you, cuts off the private moment from prying eyes that seek and skitter.

“Is it always like that?” You gasp. Fighting to regain your balance.

“Unfortunately,” she says with a rueful smile. “But that’s the worst of it over, now we can really enjoy the night.” Gallantly she offers you her arm and you accept it gratefully, her elbow brushing up against the swell of your breast as you walk.

She introduces you to the night’s hosts – her family – with a whispered apology in your ear. Jay is secretly, privately glad that you don’t notice Dick’s eyes lighting up with interest in you as you come in to view. She’s very careful to stamp that light out with a scowl and pantomiming slitting his throat. He’s all charm and smiles when he’s introduced to you though Jay still stomps on his toes for good measure. She doesn’t know what possesses her to, but she wraps a proprietary arm around the small of your back as she steers you around the room. Helps you to crystal flutes of champagne that make your nose twitch at the carbonation and warns you off the most disgusting canapes.

Jay has just chased down the waiter carrying the mushroom and cheese quiche bites you’d fast declared your favourite when the two of you get roped into a very stilted conversation with some of the fat cats the Waynes are currently trying to drain dry, for charitable reasons of course. She’s tuned out the conversation while she piles all the best looking bites onto a plate for you, horrifically uninterested in whatever Mr. Harold J. Carson, esquire had to say about the Texan economy. She cottons on to something being wrong as your hands tense up around her arm and your laugh gets ever more brittle.

“That’s a very kind offer Mr. Carson–”

“Harold, please,” the great mustached walrus harumphs.

“–Mr. Carson,” you bravely soldier on. “But I’m here on a date and I hope you’re not implying that I’m the type of woman to two-time someone.”

He turns an ugly shade of puce and sputters at the implication, society matrons chuckling behind their glasses at his terrible blunder. Sensing an opportunity, Jay grabs you by the arm and starts leading you away.

“I do think our presence is needed by my family elsewhere,” she says, vowels Diamond District clipped. Her grip around your fingers is strong, tighter than it’s ever been as she leads you down a hallway and into an unused meeting room. Her breaths are coming heavy as she drops your arm like she’s been burned, deposits the plate on the empty table. Jay knows if she speaks now, her voice will shake and she will not have that. FUCK. Fuck, she was supposed to have this under control by now. She’s not your keeper, she’s not gonna stand between you and happiness but fuck it hurts to be used like a ticket into someone else’s bed.

“Jay,” you ask cautiously. “Are you okay? I really wasn’t going to take him up on his offer, I’m telling the truth, promise.”

“Why’d you come with me as a friend when you were already invited as someone’s fucking date?” Jay spits out, unable to contain her jealous anger and pacing to try and burn it off.

“But you invited me,” you answer her, voice trailing off in confusion.

“You just told Mr. Texas Oil Man that you’re here on a date,” Jay says, voice tight and frustrated at having to spell this out for you. “And we–” she gestures sharply at the two of you “–are not on a date.”

Your face falls, voice thin and hurt. “We’re not?” you ask softly.

Jay has to stop pacing because wait what.

“You– you thought this was a date,” she says slowly. “You got all dressed up and wore the heels you hate because you wanted to look good. For me.” You hug yourself tightly and nod, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. “But you don’t even like women?” And it’s less a painful fact she knows now and more of a question. 

“We met because my date stood me up!” you exclaim.

“Yeah, Jerry,” Jay says, not sure where this is going. “Fuck that guy.”

“Gerry short for Geraldine!” you practically howl. “I’ve been practically throwing myself at you ever since, I thought you were just being nice and not saying anything to hurt my feelings,” you yell at her. “I thought– I thought you were finally giving me a chance tonight.” You pant, chest heaving as you reveal this more vulnerable truth.

“Oh,” she says stupidly, suddenly forced to re-contextualize her entire life for the past few months. You dash an angry hand at your tear eyes and turn to go.

“It was my mistake,” you tell her voice thick with emotion.

And fuck. Jay’s not about to let the best thing that ever walked into her life just walk right back out. Not without a fight. Eating up the distance with her longer legs, she reaches out and gently clasps your wrist. Turns you around and pins you the door by it, forces you to look up at her with wide teary eyes.

“Oh sweetheart,” she croons and you shudder. “Bet you’ve been feeling like I’ve been treating your real raw lately.” She cups your face in her hand, smoothes her thumb over the high plain of your cheekbone. “Why don’t you tell me what you were hopin’ for with your one big chance, tell me how tonight was supposed to go.” Jay nuzzles the side of your cheek, inhales the sweat and desperation rolling off your skin.

“We were– we were supposed to dance,” you confess, head falling back against the door. 

“We can still do that,” she says, curling her fingers into your hair and pulling. She grins at your swift inhale.

“We were gonna dance an’ then, then you were gonna take me home.” You breathe out, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Was that it baby girl?” She asks. “Playing it a little safe for your one night fantasy, weren’t you?” Jay lets go of your wrist to rest her hand on your shoulder, large hand pressing down on your collarbone.

“Was gonna kiss you goodnight,” you whimper, shivers running across your skin. Slowly, so slowly you can make out the ticking seconds hand of the big clock on the wall, Jay leans in and carefully slots her mouth down over yours. Sucks gently on your bottom lip before releasing it with a sigh.

“Like that?” Jay asks. “You were just hoping for a sweet little kiss on the mouth?” Her own breathing is ragged.

“No–o,” you gasp. “Was hoping– was hoping you’d kiss a little lower too.”

Swiftly Jay drops to her knees, so fast she barely recognizes the pain of it. Hooks your leg over her shoulder and starts rucking up your devastating dress to expose your panties. Moaning you scrabble at the door, her hair, anything to keep you upright and balanced. 

“These,” she snarls, then licks a fat stripe across the thin fabric of your black lace panties. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on them since I first saw them.” You shiver, bury your hands into her thick hair for balance.

“They’re my– my lucky date underwear,” you gasp into the air. 

“And you were hoping to get lucky tonight, weren’t you baby girl?” She coos up at you.

Biting your lip, you nod. Jay sets about tearing your underwear to pieces with her teeth. Your thighs tremble around her ears and she slams your hips back down against the door. Spreads your lips open with calloused fingers, presses a light kiss to your clit in greeting before she starts making out with your pussy. You howl and sag, trusting her to take the full weight of you as your knees turn to jelly.

Jay eats you out with enthusiasm and she eats you out with experience. Does this thing with the slick thrusting muscle of her tongue that has you gasping and begging for more. Can feel the heel of your shoe digging into her back, urging her own, begging her to fuck you harder. Spells her own name against your clit, brands her claim on you into your flesh as you wobble and whimper. Slick runs down her face as she grinds her nose into you.

Sucks your clit, hard, just a hint of teeth as she spears you open on a thick finger. Twists and curls it against your slick wet walls, lets herself affectionately get acquainted with your cunt. Scissors you open with two fingers just to watch your head bang back against the door, eyes shut and tears streaming down your face. Sets an uneven rhythm with her fingers and tongue that has you moaning and trying to ride her face for more. Finger fucks you with wet, squelching vigour as you quiver and shake, walls tightening up as you careen towards climax. Starts putting pressure on your rim with a third finger just to tip you over the edge of it all, pleasure making you stupid. Jay bites down at the sensitive inner skin of your thigh and suddenly has to drink down the slick of your second orgasm. So her baby girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, she’ll have to remember that for next time.

Gently, she takes your trembling thigh off her shoulder and places it back onto the ground. Pulls your skirt back down to hide the utter wreckage she’s made of your panties. Jay scrubs at her chin with her hand, then licks down all the sweet remaining slick she finds there. Grins felinely as you moan at the sight.

“Hoping for a little something like that, honey?” She teases.

Vigorously you nod, head bouncing back and forth like a bobblehead, words still fucked out of your brain. She holds out a hand to you – not the one that’s just been buried knuckle deep inside you – and clasps your hand in her own.

“C’mon, let’s go home then,” she tells you airily, leading you back through the maze of the building.

“But what about the party?” you ask, mascara still smeared around your eyes.

“I don’t care,” Jay bites out. “I’m taking you home and I’m fucking you until either I pass out or the sun comes up.”

“Okay,” you say, voice just verging on a whine. “That sounds better, actually.”

“Good,” Jay smirks. “Because it wasn’t a question.”

series masterlist | part 2

[novvabee]

The Boys in the Band

ok... I am extremely sick and extremely stressed about the current state of the world so I wrote a few things to make me feel better. also if you think of a better name for the girl's band lmk cause I am not entirely sold.

Summary: the boys start a band called The Marauders

cw: sorry i am not good at these but there is swearing, drugs/smoking, and mention of vomit

Word count: 2.6k

James was quite hung over. More hungover than he had been in a long time. He felt as if someone cracked one of the many bottles he finished last night over his head. He needed a cigarette, possibly another shot.

He made his way through the mess of a hallway, bottles and plastic cups lying around, he was sure someone's puke was streaming down the wall. He can’t remember half of the party, he remembers playing Sirius in some drinking game and losing, snogging some brunette who’s name he can’t recall and her being eager to go back up to his room, and lastly, he remembers Lily walking into the kitchen, her friends in tow, not seeing James or maybe just pretending not to see him.

He couldn’t blame her really, he knows he fucked up. He knows that she was angry with him, and that she may never speak to him again. And that would be fine, if that’s what she chose. His head started spinning, he couldn't be thinking about all that right now.

He decided to seek Sirius and Remus out. He shared this grungy, tiny apartment with his two best friends, and they were quite happy indeed. All three of them scrounged up every penny they could to pay for the place, living from paycheck to paycheck, but he wanted to do it with them. He would rather struggle with the people he loved most than sit comfortably in his family’s wealth alone.

He entered the living room to find Sirius laying face down on the couch, not moving. Remus was in the armchair next to him, hunched over his knees, hands over his eyes.

“Nice to see I’m not the only one who looks as shit as they feel” James announced to the room.

Sirius, face still in buried the couch, mumbled back “Speak for yourself, loverboy.”

James rolled his eyes and threw his gaze to Remus who leaned back in the chair and shrugged. James knew it was Remus who invited Lily last night, he knew they were still friends. He couldn’t blame Remus for inviting her, but it would feel a lot better if they wouldn’t then bring it up the next day.

He shook his head and made his way to the balcony, opening the door and stepping out into the refreshing cold. He brought a cigarette to his lips and flicked the lighter once, twice, three times. Why the fuck wasn’t it working? He heard the door open and close behind him, then Sirius lighting his own cigarette and tossing the lighter to James. Thankful, James lit his cigarette and took a long drag.

“How you fairing?” Sirius asked from beside James, looking out towards the city beyond.

James chuckled “I feel like I’ve been hit by a train but no worse than last time.”

Sirius smirked, now looking at James “I meant about seeing her, mate”

James would rather be anywhere else right now, with anyone else, talking about anything else. This is not what he wants to be confronting while trying not to throw up or pass out. He just shrugged. That is all he could manage to do.

Sirius nodded, understanding that he didn’t want to talk about it but there was more to talk about. New revelations were made at the party last night.

“Well uh… I have some great news, and some not so great news. Which would you like to hear first?” Sirius asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

James groaned. Too early. Too hungover. Too emotionally drained for bad news. “The great news please.”

Sirius smiled. “Well, we have a gig tomorrow night at The Common Room. A couple bands were selected for a sort of festival for local bands and artists.” 

James’s mood instantly lifted. This was amazing news. They had amassed a good sized fan base who were very loyal and dedicated to The Marauders. When he performed, he really felt the rockstar live that they were chasing. Needless to say, the gig will be a success if they are able to reach other fan bases as well as their own.

“That’s great!” James exclaimed. He was ready to rehearse and prepare for the upcoming night. What could the bad news possibly be? “And… the other news?” He asked Sirius.

Sirius turned and took another drag of his cigarette, delaying the news. “We have the final slot, we’ll be the last band to perform.” He said. James was just waiting for the bad in that. That's actually great news. Headliners. 

“Ok?” James said, confused.

“There's a band going on right before us,” obviously, James thought. “And uh… it's a new girl group that Lily put together.” Sirius finally got out.

Oh… he was going to have to perform right after… Ok well, he wanted to be a professional didn’t he? Things like this happen all the time. He just, never expected that she would actually do it. They talked about it a few times but he never… he never took her seriously. Perhaps this is just another hobby that she wants to take up that she will inevitably get bored of like painting or knitting, she has a habit of that. Or maybe… she's doing this to get back at him in some way. Great. 

“Alright well, it’s fine. I’m just excited to headline. Right?” he said to Sirius who was relieved. James wasn’t a wreck or angry.

“Exactly mate.”

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The boys were ready. They had practiced all day yesterday and today, not to mention all the gig experience they already had. Mind you, they were mostly used to bars or parties or the occasional opener for another small local band, nothing like this so far. 

They walked in through the backdoor entrance of the venue. The Common Room was on the older side, but a lot of people had performed here, it was sort of a local legendary spot. James was ecstatic. He remembered coming here with his parents when he was little to see live shows. He saw his first real concert here with Sirius and Remus when he was about 14. This place held so many memories for him, and he felt that it was quite a full circle moment.

They walked through the halls backstage to get to their dressing room. They opened the door and saw countless guitars and cases. Hair curlers and products scattered in front of the mirrors, makeup tossed everywhere, clothes strewn about the entire room. The boys looked around, but they were the only ones in there.

James found the one area that seemingly wasn't already taken. All the bands must be sharing the room. 

Sitting on one sofa in the back corner, the boys rolled a joint and started smoking it, their pre-gig ritual. 

Remus passed the joint to James and looked to Sirius. “Do you know the other groups performing tonight?” he asked

“No?” Sirius replied. “I don’t actually know everyone ya know. Just a lot of people.” then took the joint from James.

“I just mean,” Remus paused. “I don’t know if your brother is here or not.”

Sirius’s brother Regulus, was also in a band. Another quite popular local band. Their style was more indie and underground compared to The Marauders' bold rock style. The snakes, they were called, something that drove Sirius up a wall for some reason. Everything Regulus did affected him like that and vice versa. 

“He’s not.” Sirius said a bit too fast. Trying not to sound jealous.

“But Lily is here? Right?” James asked, trying to take the attention off of Sirius’s brother and maybe make him relax. Remus just nodded and looked to the floor.

“What are they like? I mean… would they even be good?” Sirius asked.

Remus sighed, feeling uncomfortable for being but in the middle of Lily and James. “They're pretty good I think, I mean they're here too right? Just like us.”

“I didn't know any of them sang. Lily is pretty good but Mary and Marlene? They don't strike me as singers.” Sirius said matter of factly. 

“They have a new girl with them. She’s the singer.” Remus replied.

A new girl? With them? Lily, Mary, and Marlene had been attached at the hip for as long as James could remember. That's why it was so hard to ask her out in the first place, he could never get a moment alone with her.

“She was at the party, I talked to her for a few minutes. She seems pretty cool, I just don't know what direction they are going to go.”

“I guess we’ll see.” Sirius said smugly, there was no chance that they were going to come close to The Marauders tonight.

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The boys decided to watch the other bands for a while in the wings. There was some great talent, and each group had a small following there at the venue. The boys already recognized some of their fans in the audience.

They were going to watch the rest of this band’s set, then make their way to start getting ready for their own. That was the plan anyway, until James couldn’t move. The current band finished and walked off after taking a bow. James just had to catch a glimpse of Lily’’s new band. He stood firm even when Remus was trying to pull him away, saying they needed to go.

The lights turned to a fluorescent pink and red, and some fans started cheering. James just needed that one look.

And there she was. Lily, Mary, and Marlene took their places on stage at their instruments, and following was… you. 

James had never seen a more confident and vibrant young woman. He had of course seen Lily, but something about you just screamed performer, entertainer, star. The whole vibe of the audience seemed to have shifted at your presence. All of you were wearing short black sparkly shorts with tights verrying in rippedness, and black Doc Martens. You all were uniform, except in the color of your bralettes; Marlene in black, Mary in pink, Lily in purple, and you in red. You all looked feminine but with an edge.

You waved to the crowd. “Hello Common Room” you drawled. The crowd cheered and screamed, waiting to hear your music. “I am so happy to be here and share our very first performance with you lovely people.” you were charming the crowd, almost unintentionally, but there they were waiting for what you would say next. “Before we begin, I’d like to introduce you to some of my friends. Here on guitar, we have the lovely Mary MacDonald!” The crowd cheered and Mary played a little to show off her skills. “Next we have Miss Lily Evans on bass!” again the crowd cheered and she too showed off a little. “Finally, this is the beautiful, the extraordinary, Marlene Mckinnon!” She too received a round of applause and showed her skills on the drums. “And I am Y/N and we are The Pixies!”

You went into your first song of the night and the crowd was loving it, they were dancing and enjoying the set. The same could be said for your second and third songs. You had the crowd going, the energy bouncing around the room. You changed to a ballad for your fourth song, showing off your vocal range.

Your fifth and final song’s intro started and you decided to work the crowd a bit more. They were seeming happy with your performance so far, so you decided it was time to poke a little. Have a little more fun on stage.

“Alright for this text one, I want to see all the girls, gays, and theys dancing and letting loose!” The crowd went wild. “And I wanna see all the boys go to the back of the room.” There was cheering mixed with some confusion. “I’m serious, I wanna make a dancefloor for all my friends so… shoo.” you said, determined. There was a lot of cheering and giggling while the crowd shuffled. “That is much better. This next one is called Red Wine Supernova, I hope you like it.” 

You stared walking and dancing around stage while singing;

She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot

She showed me things I didn't know

She did it right there, out on the deck

Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck

I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya

Mini skirt and my go-go boots (uh-huh)

I just want you to make a move

So slow down, sit down, it's new

I just wanna get to know ya

Guess I didn't quite think it through (nah-uh, girl)

Fell in love with the thought of you

Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out

Baby, why don't you come over?

Red wine supernova, falling into me

(Let's pick it up now)

I don't care that you're a stoner

Red wine supernova, fall right into me

You walked up to Lily and started to sing with her and she would reply:

I like (I like) what you like (what you like)

Long hair (no bra) that's my type (that's right)

You just told me, want me to fuck you

Baby, I will 'cause I really want to

I just wanna get to know ya

Guess I didn't quite think it through (nah-uh, girl)

Fell in love with the thought of you

Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out

Baby, why don't you come over?

Red wine supernova, falling into me

(Okay, y'all, let's pick it up now)

I don't care that you're a stoner

Red wine supernova, fall right into me

And now, You Mary, and Lily were all centerstage singing and dancing your hearts out:

Well, back at my house

I've got a California king

Okay, maybe it's a twin bed

And some roommates (don't worry, we're cool)

I heard you like magic

 I've got a wand and a rabbit

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

Let's make this bed get squeaky

Baby, why don't you come over?

Red wine supernova, falling into me

I don't care that you're a stoner

Red wine supernova, fall right into me

The applause that followed, you never would have imagined. This performance went off without a hitch, Mary rushed over to you bouncing up and down, saying how well you did and how proud of you she was. You four bowed and waved to the still cheering crowd and left the stage. You all immediately broke into conversation about how well it was, you lovely you all sounded, the atmosphere, mostly talking over each other and running from sentence to sentence, but you all felt like you just ran a marathon, there was so much electricity surrounding you.

The giggling and excitement lasted another few moments until you heard the last group enter the stage. They had just as much support as you if not more, there was a lot of screaming and cheering. You wanted to see what the deal was.

You made your way to the wing of the stage and peeked out to see three boys, taking the applause. They were what a typical boy band looked like to you; young, attractive, fit boys who played their instruments very well. You lingered, listening to them warm up on their instruments, showing off for the crowd. You definitely caught some girls in the crown blushing and flirting with their eyes. Who were these guys?

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, we are The Marauders.”

Let me know if you wish to be tagged in this one 💌

[helpimstuckposting]

Two Minute Notice - Completed!

@steddiebang2024 | AO3

I'm so excited I finished this! It was meant to be bare-minimum 10k, 5 chapters, easy peasy. Well, now it's 9 chapters and almost 40k words so 🤷‍♀️ whats a girl to do? Please check it out, along with the amazing art from hel-s-art

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Before he even opened the door, Steve could tell Eddie was well past freaking out. He hadn’t been himself all day; contrary to what he’d been saying throughout the week (I’m fine, Steve, I’m fine, I’m fine ), Steve knew Eddie, he knew the thoughts spiraling around his head. He hated Creel for doing this to him, for causing this stress in the first place.

Eddie was nearly crumpled over his vanity, muttering to himself and taking breaths that Steve feared were too deep, too rushed.

“Eds,” Steve whispered gently, trying not to startle him. He almost felt like a bunny, quivering under a stress he couldn’t handle, heart about to give out on the spot. The makeup brush Eddie had been holding clattered onto the counter and he took another too-deep breath into his lungs, sounding more strained than before.

“I’m fine! I-I’m fine, it’s okay. I’ll be out in a second, I’m fine,” Eddie said, voice trembling like whatever had held him together all these years was so frayed it could snap at any second.

He looked around the room, the tour posters glaring at him from every angle. Ten years. Ten years Creel had been lording success over Eddie’s head and Steve hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it, but he’d never stop trying.

“Baby-“

“I’m fine!” Eddie snapped. He took another deep breath, held the air in for a beat, and let it go. “Steve, I’m fine. I just needed a minute.” His voice was still choked up, the breath he took just as useless to calm him down as the ones before.

“You’re not fine,” Steve said, tone just as soft and quiet as before, as he stepped up behind his boyfriend. He watched as Eddie trembled in front of the mirror, eyes focused on the concealer in front of him and distinctly avoiding eye contact with Steve’s reflection.

Steve reached out carefully, making sure Eddie saw him in the mirror before he placed his hands on the singer’s shoulders. He rubbed circles into the base of Eddie’s neck, not hard enough to erase any of the tension in his shoulders, but Steve hoped it was gentle enough to ease the man’s racing heart.

“You’re shaking, Eddie, you’re not okay.” He leaned down to bury his nose in Eddie’s hair. He wanted to ground him, to hold him and reassure him that he wasn’t alone. Eddie always did better with physical touch; it helped him breathe, it made the stress and panic feel a little easier to deal with, and Steve was always there to make sure Eddie felt safe through his anxiety.

Now, instead of easing into the warmth behind him, Eddie brushed Steve’s hands off him and stood up to pace the dressing room. He rubbed at his shoulders where Steve had touched, and rolled his neck several times like he was trying to physically uncoil a wire in his head.

“Steve, I’m about to go out and perform and I need a minute to get ready, okay?”

“Ed, come on! I’m trying to talk to you, you can’t just-“

“I need to do this! There’s a whole fucking crowd of fans and media and investors out there, and this is important to me. You said you’d support whatever’s important to me!”

He was shouting now, hands still trembling as he carded them through his hair. Steve winced internally, knowing the frizz Eddie just caused would freak him out even more. He glanced at the mirror, shifting just a bit to put himself between Eddie and his reflection. The rockstar hadn’t had the chance to touch up his makeup yet, a few faded scars bleeding through the foundation on his jaw.

“This has to be perfect, I have to be the best one out there. All those cameras out there, I can’t let Henry down now ,” Eddie pleaded with Steve, as if he’d ever let Creel down before. He always pushed himself past his limits for the bastard, always played the part in his stupid fucking circus and they’d had this conversation before, Eddie’d never listened to Steve’s opinion on Henry fucking Creel.

“Eddie, you know I’d support you if I thought this is really what you wanted, but it’s not! You’re freaking out, you’ve been on edge all day- fuck , you’ve been on edge for weeks leading up to this!”

“Because I don’t have a choice!” Eddie yelled back at him. He’d stopped pacing, turning fully to look at Steve and the wild look in Eddie’s eyes trembled as he stared him down.

“Henry’s the reason I have everything I do! He’s the only reason I have all this,” Eddie said, arms flailing out to gesture around him, “He’s the reason I have the fame, the money, the safety. He’s the reason I have you !”

Steve cocked an eyebrow. How the fuck Eddie came to that conclusion, he didn’t know.

“Eddie, you did all of that yourself.” Steve’s voice was measured again, he reigned in the anger he wanted to throw at Eddie’s stupid producer, sponsor, or whatever the fuck Creel was to him at that point. “You’ve got more talent in one fucking curl on the top of your head than Creel’s got in his whole body. That’s why he pushes you so hard, that’s why he throws all of this shit at you, because you’re the only thing he has.”

“But I only know you because of him, because of this huge fancy life I have. I never would have met you otherwise, you don’t even know me outside of all this !” he spat out, gesturing again to the tour posters, flicking at the black satin shirt that was draped over his chest, covering the scars beneath. Eddie stopped pacing, and wrapped his arms around himself like he had to physically hold it together, like he was the only one who could keep the pieces from scattering across the floor.

Steve sighed, stepping forward to clear the space between them. Eddie was still shaking. Steve could see his t-shirt trembling as his heart thumped away beneath it, and he wanted so badly to take all the stress away; to squeeze him until all the tension left his body and he could finally take a reasonable breath, one that wouldn’t put him closer to the edge of hyperventilating. He reached out his hand, letting Eddie have the chance to pull away if he wanted to.

Instead, Steve’s fingers trailed softly along Eddie’s arm until he was grasping at the man’s shoulder. His other hand reached toward his face, brushing along the faint scars at Eddie’s chin. There was so much that Steve admired and adored about Eddie that he never saw in himself, always acting like Eddie had just accidentally stumbled into Steve’s life and he wasn’t sure how or why Steve was staying.

Eddie sighed, and relaxed just a bit into Steve’s touch. It was a start.

“I feel like… like if I lose this, then…” he struggled for the words, looking from Steve’s eyes to the mirror behind him. Steve watched as Eddie’s gaze darkened and took on an edge of panic again before resting once more on Steve, “Then I lose you,” he choked out, trying to pull in another shuddering breath.

“Sweetheart, you could never lose me. I’m practically obsessed with you, if you haven’t noticed,” Steve scoffed. It was astonishing to him that Eddie didn’t realize just how much Steve could stare at him for hours, catalogue every feature; how much Steve craved being so close to Eddie he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, like he could melt into the fabric of Eddie’s very being and be completely satisfied.

Steve brought his other hand to Eddie’s face, now cradled between them, and gave his cheeks a light squish. “Babe, you are the kindest, brightest, most hardworking person I’ve ever met in my life. You’ve gone through so much, so much , that would knock people right off their feet and you’re still standing.”

“But what if that’s not good enough?” Eddie mumbled between Steve’s palms.

“For who, Creel ?” Steve scoffed, “I don’t give a fuck what he says, you’ve been on top of your game for ten straight years. You could go on that stage and throw up, and I’d still cheer for you. Hell, if you went up there and kicked Henry Creel in the head I think most of the sponsors would cheer, too, the dude’s a fucking prick.”

Eddie’s eyes darted between his own for a few seconds and Steve could see just how hard the gears in his head were turning. His brow ruffled a bit, pinching in the middle before smoothing out, shoulders relaxing again as he melted into Steve’s touch.

“Well, I might throw up considering I’ve spent my whole warmup having a panic attack,” Eddie chuckled, reaching up to grasp one of Steve’s hands in his own. His palms were sweaty, but he held onto the man like a lifeline, using him as a tether to bring himself back to shore.

“Well, I’ll be here after you clean yourself up.”

“Not before?” Eddie laughed, easing the weight in Steve’s chest.

“Absolutely not, you know I can’t handle vomit even if it’s you,” Steve chuckled, letting Eddie tuck his face into Steve’s neck. He was so relieved that Eddie seemed better, like a string had been cut and the weight was no longer crushing his chest. Steve could feel that he wasn’t shaking anymore, the earthquake his heart was making in his chest had stilled and Steve could feel it thump-thumping gently against his own at a much more reasonable pace.

Reluctantly, he slowly pulled back — hands rubbing soothingly along Eddie’s arms — and walked over to the dressing room door.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked, an edge of panic bleeding back into his voice.

“Nowhere,” Steve said as he creaked the door open, letting the sounds of music seep into the room. He just wanted to make sure that Eddie still had time, that no one was out there waiting to shove him up onto the stage before he was ready.

“Dance with me?” Steve asked, walking back toward the rockstar, who ducked his head and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Steve held out a hand for him to take, and Eddie placed his own gently on top, snaking his other arm around the man’s shoulders. Steve wrapped his own around Eddie’s waist, pulling them together again, and Eddie thought back to Zeus splitting the humans in half — thought that maybe he was right to fear them if they were as powerful as Steve made Eddie feel when they were together. 

[plaidpajamallama]

(You scared me ) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 13

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Rhea was lying in a hospital bed when she went to NXT to welcome Zaria and the other women.

As she was leaving, Liv and Raquel had jumped her with baseball bats.

She was beaten pretty badly; she had fractured her right orbital socket, which means she was going to be out for a while.

She didn’t know when she would be able to get back in the ring.

Her body hurt like hell. She was just trying to say hello, and she just jumped and put out the game.

God, she was so done with Liv she can’t wait to get her back.

She heard some noise coming from down the hall.

She tried to see what it was but couldn’t.

It got louder. She could hear someone yelling

It got closer, and that went. She realized she knew who it was; it was Jey.

She sat up looking; she could see him and some doctor or something arguing.

She waved her hands to get his attention.

She saw Damien pop up behind Jey talking to the doctor.

She waved some more, getting Damien's attention.

He pointed at her through the window, talking to the doctor.

The doctor walks in her room with both of them behind her. I’m sorry to bother you, ma'am, but do you know these men?

Yes, I do, thank you.

Okay, I’ll leave you all be. She turned around, walking away.

They both walked in her room. Jey immediately gave her a hug. You okay? We came as soon as we could.

Yeah, I’m okay. I have a fractured right orbital socket, so I’ll be out for a while. Her face soured.

Damien came to the other side of her bed.

Don’t worry about all that; just worry about getting better.

Yes, exactly; just get better. Jey chimed in

She signed. I know it just stinks.

It’s going to be alright. You're going to get better and come back stronger and show them what’s up. Jey grabbed her hand.

Damian sat down on the edge of her bed.

How did your match with Dom go?

He sucked his teeth; he won, but I beat the shit out of him after we have fatal four-way next week.

Alright, did everything go well with your brother?

Rhea Don’t worry about us; we’re good. You got to focus on you. When did the doctors say you could get out of here?

I can leave tomorrow.

Damian stood up. Ok, I’ll go tell the doctor we’re going to stay with you.

Oh yeah, thanks, Uce.

You don’t have to do that, Jey.

I know I’m going to do it, baby. We care about you. We just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Ok, thank you, baby. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

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Rhea and Damian were in Saudi Arabia in her hotel room watching Crown Jewel.

Watching Jey’s matches always made her stressed; it didn’t help he was fighting the new bloodline either; she knew Jey still didn’t fully trust Roman; he was helping them this one time, and then he was done.

There was something; it started off pretty well until Roman wanted Jey to tag him, then it all started falling apart.

Solo ended up pinning Roman, then Sami came out trying to help, which didn’t go so well.

She turned it off before Liv and Nia match; she didn’t want to see that.

Damian turned to her. You okay?

Yeah, it just that could be me. I could be out there right now because the first woman’s Crown Jewel Champion, but here I am sitting in my hotel room, not even on the damn match card!

Hey! You get your title back, and you become the woman’s Crown Jewel Champion because you're the best of the best. You don’t need a title to tell you that Rhea

I know I’m the best, but I have nothing to show for it!

Rhea She cut him off. No, all you're going to say is that it’s fine and I’ll get my title back! She stood up, pacing back and forth.

Well, I’m not fine; I'm hurt; I’m out for who knows how long! And when I do get back, you know what Liv is going to do?

She’s going to fucking run like she always does; she's going to go to Raquel or Dom, and I’m going to lose like always! She yelled

Your right It’s always the same shit over and over, so what are you going to do about it?

She looked at him, rolling her eyes. I don’t fucking know!

Well, you need to figure it out; then you can’t be a champion if you don’t try!

She sucked her teeth. Fuck you!

They were both yelling at each other, arguing.

They argued for a while before Damian left, slamming the door.

She scoffed, shaking her head. She sat down, back on the bed.

It has been a couple hours since she was watching TV when she heard the door lock click.

Jey walked in, setting his bag on the ground. Hey baby, how’s your day been?

It has been alright. I watched your match; you did great.

Mmm, I bet Roman would disagree. He walked over, lying down, putting his head in her lap.

She put her hands in his hair. What are you going to do about Sami?

Shit, I don’t know Jimmy is trying to fight; he’s pissed Roman upset too.

Ok, how do you feel about it? She said as she played with his hair.

I mean, Sami, my dog, he’s family. I’ll always bat for him. I’ll talk to him Monday about what’s up.

Did your brother and Roman leave?

I know Roman left for sure. One thing he’s going to do is get on his jet. Jimmy is probably still here.

Her phone buzzed. She looked at it, seeing it was Damian. She rolled her eyes.

What’s up, baby?

Nothing I’m fine

He sat up, Rhea. What’s going on?

Nothing; I just got into an argument with Damian.

About what?

About Liv being the Crown Jewel Champion about her making history, and I’m here doing nothing.

She brought her knees to her chest.

Rhea You're going to get your title back and that new title shit. You could win all the titles if you wanted to. Don’t let Liv get in your head.

But what if I can't? What if she’s right? She laid her head on her knees.

She’s not! Don’t believe what she says; she is just trying to get in your head and mess with you.

Rhea He tilted her head up so she was looking at him. Rhea baby, I’m serious, you're the best in the world. No one does what you do.

Don’t let anybody tell you you're not, and if they don’t believe you, then show them why Mami is always on top.

She grabbed his hand. Thank you.

You never have to thank me. He gave her a kiss.

I can’t leave knowing your sad.

Uhh, why do you have to leave again? You just got back.

I know I hate leaving you too, but the UK is going yet to plus imagine what’s going to happen when I get back, he grinned.

Oh well, then maybe it won’t be so bad, but what about while you are gone? What am I supposed to do then? She said, moving closer to him.

Mmh, maybe I’ll just have to leave you with something before I go, he said, grabbing her hip and pulling her into his lap.

Mmh, I do love getting gifts, baby.

I’ll bring you back something he said before kissing her.

You better She giggled before kissing him again.

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Roman gonna get Sami on Friday 🖤

[sonflwers]

not me almost having a 3rd meltdown this week bc of how much stuff i own

[mars-ipan]

Tomorrow Is Election Day And I Am So Fucking Stressed

[disengaged]

i wanna live on my own again …. i’m so ready to put my books on a shelf and my clothes in a closet

[a-ikuoliver]

i know i’m only 22 but good LORD

[exopelagic]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE

[floral-hex]

So if I cancel an appointment the day of, I’ll get charged $100, but the doctor can cancel the appointment an hour beforehand and I’m just shit out of luck. Very cool. Not a bother at all.

[yaminerua]

Doctor appointment tomorrow and I’m just like. Please god let them give me something that can restore my ability to look at my face without wanting to die. Even if it never fully goes away at least something that can reign this redness back in to something bearable would be nice bc I am genuinely not coping very well with it as is

[victory-cookies]

I wish I could handle myself in an argument without fucking crying

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

skipping class for the first time in my life bc my professor has covid and he sent out an email saying we’re having class and he’s asymptomatic and will wear a mask per cdc guidelines even tho he’s past the 5 day required isolation period. like. great whatevs but have you actually tested negative

update: the answer was no he had not

[crybaby-bkg]

so frustrated bc I always get the worse writers block whenever I’m pmsing bc I keep convincing myself that my writing is shit and no one’s gonna like it so I don’t write it and then regret it bc when I DO wanna write it I forget the premise of it and akdhdkdjd

so so so so so so frustrating and annoying and I yam So Tired of it all

[szczylpierdolony]

regretting getting festival ticket. but i know i would also regret not getting it

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent