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deborahdeshoftim5779 · 2 months ago

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23 years since the horror of September 11, 2001.

Never, ever forget that black day.

The following extracts from Fall and Rise: The Story of 9/11 fill me with grief, horror, and anger, though I have no clear memory of the attacks; I was six.

'Then came September 11, 2001.

Torn open, aflame, weakening from within, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center spewed paper like blood from an arterial wound. Legal documents and employee reviews. Pay stubs, birthday cards, takeout menus. Timesheets and blueprints, photographs and calendars, crayon drawings and love notes. Some in full, some in tatters, some in flames. A single scrap from the South Tower, tossed like a bottled message from a sinking ship, captured the day's horror. In a scrawled hand, next to a bloody fingerprint, the note read:

84th floor

west office

12 People trapped

After the paper came the people. After the people came the buildings. After the buildings came the wars. The ashes cooled, but not the anguish.'

(Mitchell Zukoff- Fall and Rise: The Story of 9/11; Introduction, p xviii)

There are the terrified telephone messages that are too distressing for words:

' "Um, the cockpit's not answering," Betty said. "Somebody's stabbed in business class, and, um, I think there is Mace-- that we can't breathe. I don't know, I think we're getting hijacked." '

(Zuckoff (2019), p 61)

Those were the words of Betty Ong on American Airlines Flight 11, not realising the full extent of the sickening murder-suicide plan concocted by the al-Qaeda terrorists in the cockpit.

The evil that air traffic controller Peter Zalewski 'couldn't quite hear' (p64):

'Unknown at that point to anyone at Boston Center, the foreign-sounding man, almost spitting his words directly into the microphone, had said: "We have some planes. Just stay quiet, and we'll be okay. We are returning to the airport." '

(Zuckoff (2019), pp 63-64)

As the message wasn't caught in its entirety, Mr. Zalewski was unable to warn other pilots of the danger. A further three American airlines would be hijacked, two of them turned into deadly missiles, and one thwarted by inexplicably brave passengers.

The heart-stopping last words of flight attendant Amy Sweeney on Flight 11:

'Michael tried his best to calm Amy. He told her to look out the window and tell him what she saw. "We are flying low," she said. Amy told Michael she saw water and buildings. "We are flying very, very low. We are flying way too low!"

Amy paused. Powerless on the other end of the phone, Amy's colleague and friend Michael Woodward waited, every second stretching into a lifetime. Less than an hour earlier, he'd stood inside the plane, locked eyes with Mohamed Atta, and waved goodbye to his friends.

Michael heard Amy's last words, before the call dissolved into static: "Oh my God!-- We are way too low!" '

(Zuckoff (2019), p 78)

Zuckoff also relays, sentence by heartbreaking sentence, the lives that were about to be ended on Flight 11:

'Amy Sweeney's children would have to get to school, and through life, without her.

Betty Ong's elderly friends would need new rides to doctor's appointments. Her sister Cathie would never again hear her say "I love you lots."

Robert Norton's stepson would have to get married without him.

Daniel Lee's soon-to-be-born daughter would spend her entire life without him.'

(Zuckoff (2019), p 79)

The first sign of impending doom for United Airlines Flight 175:

'Someone in the United plane's cockpit changed the plane's transponder code twice within a minute. Bottiglia didn't notice because he was furiously searching for American Flight 11, which by then no longer existed.'

(Zuckoff (2019), p 83)

The heartbreaking call of Flight 175 passenger Brian Sweeney to his wife, Jules:

' "Jules, this is Britain. Listen, I'm on an airplane that's been hijacked. If things don't go well, and it's not looking good, I just want you to know I absolutely love you. I want you to do good, go have a good time. Same to my parents and everybody. And I just totally love you, and [anticipating heaven or an afterlife] I'll see you when you get there. 'Bye, babe. Hope I'll call you." '

(Zuckoff (2019), p 88)

Passenger Peter Hanson on Flight 175 comforting his father:

' "Don't worry, Dad. If it happens, it'll be very fast." '

(Zuckoff (2019), p 90)

No words.

'United Airlines Flight 175 flew low and fast, banking toward the southern twin of the burning North Tower of the World Trade Center. Flight controllers, airline officials, government and military experts, and everyone else would need to accept a new script for hijackings, one that featured a multipronged murder-suicide plot designed to maximize civilian casualties and terrorize survivors through the destruction of physical and symbolic pillars of America's power.

The evidence flashed on the air traffic controllers' radar screens.

"No!" a New York controller shouted. "He's not going to land. He's going in!"

FROM THE BACK of the plane, with his wife and daughter pressed against him, Peter Hanson spoke his final words to his father: "Oh my God... Oh my God, oh my God."

Lee Hanson heard a woman shriek.'

(Zuckoff (2019), pp 90-91)

America witnessing the second plane crash into the South Tower, and understanding that this was no accident, but a terrorist attack. The country was at war.

'At 9:03:11 a.m., Lee and Eunice Hanson, Louise Sweeney, and millions of others became witnesses to murder. They watched live on television as United Flight 175, traveling between 540 and 587 miles per hour, slammed on an angle into the 77th through 85th floors of the South Tower of the World Trade Center. A bright orange fireball exploded. The building rocked and belched smoke, lass, steel, and debris. The plane and everyone inside it disappeared forever.

In her kitchen, Eunice Hanson screamed.

In her television studio, Diane Sawyer gasped, "Oh my God."...

After replaying thee video to be certain about what they'd seen, Gibson's voice went slack.

"Oh, this is terrifying... Awful."

Sawyer spoke for Eunice and Lee Hanson, Louise Sweeney, and countless others who saw United Flight 175's final seconds. "To watch powerless," she said, "is a horror." '

(Zuckoff (2019), pp 91-92)

The final words between Barbara and Ted Olson on American Airlines Flight 77:

' "What can I tell the pilot?" Barbara asked Ted. "What can I do? How can I stop this?"

Ted wasn't sure how to answer. He decided that he had to tell Barbara about the other two hijackings and crashes at the World Trade Center. Flight 77 seemed bound for the same fate; the question was where the hijackers intended to crash. Barbara absorbed the news quietly and stoically, though Ted wondered if she'd been shocked into silence.

They expressed their feelings for each other. Each reassured the other that it wasn't over yet, the plane was still aloft, and everything would work out. Even as he said the words, Ted Olson didn't believe them. He suspected that neither did Barbara.

The call abruptly ended.'

(Zuckoff (2019), p 131)

The fateful moment that President George W. Bush had to remain calm after the White House Chief of Staff Andy Card said:

' "A second plane hit the second tower. America is under attack." '

(Zuckoff (2019), p 138)

President Bush's immortal words:

' "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a difficult moment for America... Today we've had a national tragedy. Two airplanes have crashed into the World Trade Center in an apparent terrorist attack on our country. I have spoken to the vice president, to the governor of New York, to the director of the FBI, and have ordered that the full resources of the federal government go to help the victims and their families and to conduct a full-scale investigation to hunt down and find those folks who committed this act. Terrorism against our nation will not stand."

Bush asked for a moment of silence, then said: "May God bless the victims and their families and America." Then he left.'

(Zuckoff (2019), pp 139-140)

The victims of American Airlines Flight 77:

'Eddie Dillard wouldn't return home soon to his wife, Rosemary. Marie-Rae wouldn't save the women's gymnastics team at the University of California, Santa Barbara. Renée May would never surprise her parents with news of her pregnancy.'

(Zuckoff (2019), p 146)

This and more are just a few of the profoundly distressing stories of that day. The injustice of lives stolen because of Islamic terrorism and the hideous, despicable ideology of Islamic jihad that incites these murders. The legacy of trauma on the survivors, including the first responders, who have paid a terrible price for their unimaginable bravery when conducting rescue in the doomed Twin Towers.

NEVER, EVER FORGET

#9/11 #september 11 #never forget #terrorism #america #god bless america #9/11/2001 #twin towers #new york #pentagon #remember 9/11

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sndwave · 10 months ago

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oh it is absolutely that someone in California is either entering their old code (now mine) or mistyping their new code

i printed off a copy of the timesheet at 1:40, showing i clocked in today at 12:50 and also all the mistakes of the past week

at 4 boss comes along with a print out (i am Not the only person with screwups on the new timecard, just the weirdest, he was doing rounds) that shows....a clock in at 12:20 in addition to the clock in at 12:50.

fascinating. if it wasnt my time card all screwed up from it id call it hilarious

#also appears that this time sheet doesnt know lunch-in from regular in so if u clock in twice in a row (to its pov) the 2nd is in from lunch #needless to say that causes issues when theyre 20 minutes apart and lunch has to be 30 minutes #it doesnt know time zone math it just takes the time given and also saves what time zone it came from but does NOT convert #hence 12:20 is actually 2:20 which is why it wasnt on my 1:40 printout

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chinahatbeach · 2 years ago

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Thoughts for Today

Good evening! I changed it up today. I normally get up and put down my thoughts but today, I had stuff to do and daylight burning.

I had to fax my timesheet for one job, so out the door I went. I then went to Winco to get assorted ingredients for homemade dog food and assorted items that are on sale and a better price. Then off to JoAnn’s fabrics which is near Winco. I needed a couple of small items but got sidetracked by fabric. I found more ‘chicken’ fabric.

Got home to mixing up the dog food and baking 10 loaf pans of dog food along with baking chicken hearts. While they baked, I cleaned the chicken yard and installed a new bird home for the birdies to build their nests and have babies. I have five homes for the birds to build nests and have babies. Makes me happy.

During the time I worked on cleaning the chicken yard, the neighbor lady wanted to talk to me. She was crying (really was crying) about how her water had been used when the construction guys put my fence in a couple of months ago. They left it running…. and she was very upset. I tried to calm her down, I called the construction dude and asked him to fix the problem. This is the neighbor who has MS and isn’t well.

Well, I made calls and came back to work on the chicken yard and she wanted to talk to me. She cried and cried and was so upset. She has no hope or life, she can’t sleep and is depressed and has horrible anxiety, and her doctor said that it’s hard to get Adderall for her as there is a national shortage. She is a mess and needs help. I stood there and shared that she really needs to trust in God and put her faith in Him. He is our hope and healer. He is our everything. She has nothing to lose, everything to gain.

She can’t use her shower as it’s falling into the floor. She has enough money to survive and no money to fix the numerous house problems. I helped her before but it was never enough. I can only pray for her. She has excuses why she can’t do for herself. She wants someone to run her life.

And people wonder why I can’t ‘people’ some days. I find so many folks like my neighbor. They suck the life out of you. The saying, “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink,” comes to mind. I really enjoy my time by myself. I could live a solitary life with no problem. My ‘people’ skills have been worn down and I find I need more and more alone time.

I find more and more people I come into contact with that are not able to do simple life skills. We have a weak people……… fast food equals not taking the time to make real, homemade food. People who do not want to think for themselves and have someone do everything for them. People who couldn’t survive for long in a major catastrophe.

YouTube can give you a wealth of things that make you go, “I can do it.” I’ve found videos on how to make stuff via my sewing machine. I’ve never considered making stuff. I passed Home Ec but the sewing section was not my favorite part of it. I decided to try my hand at it during the plandemic and I find I can do stuff. The other day, I made something that didn’t turn out and thought of giving up. But, I told myself, “self, shut the heck up and do it over”. I did and succeeded. NEVER give up!

Well, I came home from evening work, dished up all those 10 loaf pans to freeze up and have food for my doggos. Dished up my meatloaves (2) for the freezer, and figured I better type out my thoughts.

Here’s a question for ya… have you ever tried a new craft or something else and just gave up? Did you say, “Oh heck no, I’ll try it once again!” Well, never give up. My neighbor lady has given up in so many areas of her life. If only she would turn around and try once again. And maybe let God take charge……. give it into His hands and pray. Praying heals the heart and soul, helps others, and God is always there for each and every one of us.

And that’s the way it is………..

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internerdionality · 10 days ago

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So, in Colorado, there's this thing called the TABOR amendment. Between 1992 and 2005 (when it got changed enough that it wasn't QUITE so draconian), what it basically meant was that any agency, department, etc., that didn't spend its entire budget would have its budget cut the next year. No wiggle room, no room for "this is why our needs are growing" (beyond basic inflation). Use it or lose it.

But at the same time, they make it REALLY HARD to use a lot of government funding! You have to jump through a lot of stupid hoops to access those funds, they make it deliberately obtuse and difficult to navigate for the average person.

Enter my mother, who is extremely determined, a Karening expert, a (somewhat unwilling) SAHM of three neurodivergent kids (one of whom also has severe physical disabilities), and really, really good at navigating systems. Oh, and doesn't have a whole lot of respect for the law.

Case managers and agency reps LOVED her. She knew how to navigate the system to get resources! She helped other families do it, too! She wasn't going to report them if they steered a little extra resources her way at the end of the fiscal year to ensure that they retained their budget; she was just gonna use that money to help the families who hadn't quite been able to get the paperwork done themselves.

So like, there was one point when there was a test pilot program that would pay for respite care for full time caregivers, but it had to be an adult who lived in a separate residence, and it only paid $10, which wasn't horrible at the time, but like, my sister had made more as a teenage lifeguard so... It wasn't super enticing for a grown adult to take care of a frequently-combative kid with uncontrolled grand mal epilepsy, either.

Well, I already did a lot of hours of caregiving for my brother for free, so that my mom was finally able to take a part-time job, and I wasn't old enough to be a lifeguard yet, so $10 an hour sounded fine to me. But of course, I wasn't eligible. Whereas my sister was old enough and had her own apartment, but she could make more as in other jobs and didn't really want to do it. So we decided we'd just put down my hours on her timesheet. The $$ was still going to the services they were meant for, all was good.

And then one day the director of the agency calls up my mom and is just like "hey so, we didn't use up the budget on that program, so I put a 1 in front of the 0 every day this month when your respite care worker—yeah, I know it's your underage daughter, don't worry about it—didn't do any hours. Just letting you know so you won't be shocked when the check comes."

And like. I could feel bad about that. We didn't redistribute THOSE funds—my parents decided I'd earned it, and I used it to put myself through college, so it was Medicaid fraud no matter how you look at it. But on the other hand. I did so many hours of care for my brother for free, growing up. My parents did SO MUCH to make sure that he didn't get institutionalized—my mom had to quit her job and stay home to take care of him, that's a decade and a half of income lost. All so that he wouldn't end up on FULL state support, which means it ended up saving the state a HELL of a lot of $$ in the long run. And because that pilot program proved that people would use the funds, it was successful, and now there's still money for full time caregivers in this state to pay respite care workers, so they don't burn out.

So yeah. I don't feel bad about that.

I think it's important to remember, as a rule of thumb, if you take advantage of a social service, it actually makes it easier for other people who need that service to access it. Most of the time, when these services get cut, it's because politicians will look at usage and say "see, no one is really using this thing, we can afford to trim the budget for food stamps by at least half". Whereas if you decide to step up and use these programs, even if you feel like you "don't really need it", at bare minimum it's another data point advocates can use to say "hey, look, people are using this thing, this is an important service we are providing, do not cut our funding".

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babyloposts · 4 years ago

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Domestic

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x black!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of lewd acts, mild language, DILF ALERT

Fandom: Haikyu

Summary: soft head cannons of everyone’s favorite volleyball coach :)

A/N: Ukai is so hot and I would like to manifest a life with him thanks. Enjoy this soft shit (ps requests open)

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Adjusting to married life was weird for the both of you. Onlookers of your relationship always claimed you rushed into things by eloping, but you were both in love. So why wait?

The first year of marriage things were smooth. All of your friends claimed you were still in “the honeymoon phase” and that’s why you hadn’t annoyed the hell out of each other yet, but they were wrong. This man annoyed you any chance he got.

Of course there’s no malice behind it, but Keishin was a lot more needy than you had thought and was always pining for attention.

“Y/N, come eat dinner with me.” “Y/N stop doing work it’s late.” “Y/N come cuddle with me.” “Y/N make that tea that I like, please.” “Y/N come take a bath with me.”

To be honest you knew that he was only bothering you all the time for your own well-being because you were a workaholic, but you had a lot of business to attend to. Still you loved that he was always checking in on you.

Another way he annoyed you was that he was always touching you. Touch is definitely his love language (something about not getting hugged enough as a kid, idk) and no matter what you were doing he always had to be touching you in some regard. It only really bothered you when you were working though.

“Keishin, stop trying to lay on me while I’m filling out my timesheets.”

“But you’re comfortable.”

He wouldn’t let anyone know, but he was a giant cuddle bug and loved PDA. Going to the store together? You would be walking hand in hand even if you both were up to your armpits in groceries. Party at a friends house? If you were with him he made you sit on his lap even if there was space left on the couch he wanted that ass on him at all timessss

Although he wasn’t against PDA he usually internalized any jealous feelings he had, or at least try to. He was never the type to make out with you in front of a guy to make him back off, he knew you loved him too much to even entertain another guy, but he wasn’t above a menacing death glare.

“Kei stop, you look scary.”

“That’s the friggin’ point. That asshole was shameless.”

You two were both so hardworking. Keishin with the store, the kids, and the farm and you with climbing the ranks of your corporate job that your dates were purely de-stressors.

Sometimes it would be a relaxing night at home catching up on your shows, or you would go to a quiet restaurant and get some dinner. And every once in a while you would book an hour couple massage and then a dip in a hot spring.

On your first year anniversary Keishin took you to the beach, because you loved the ocean and since then going to the beach has become an annual trip. It seems every time you go to that beach you discover new things about each other (such as the fact that neither of you enjoy beach sex, too sandy) and the trip only strengths your relationship every time.

Your relationship is by no means perfect, you have your struggles (Kei smokes way too much and you’re worried about his lungs and you rely too heavily on alcohol too distract you from your work problems) but the most important thing is that you work them out together.

Although you and Keishin are rock solid you do get into petty arguments mostly stemming from your difference in cultures because you grew up in the states.

“You’re supposed to yell at the waitress to get their attention.”

“I know that, but you can be a little less aggressive. It’s not much to show a bit of kindness.”

“She’s an old lady. I have to yell at her so she can hear.”

“You didn’t have to call her an old bat! What if they spit in our food.”

Despite your little arguments here and there Keishin is really interested in how you grew up. He’s always so fascinated by the customs you have and the family dynamics of a black household.

“And why do you have to wear a hat to go to sleep?”

“It’s a bonnet. And it protects my hair.”

“Oh... I can protect your hair.”

“*sigh* that’s not what I mean love.”

As far as physical intimacy goes you both know each other like the backs of your hands. It took a while for you to both know what your limits were with each other, but after a few months every time started to feel electric.

You both had your fair share of kinks that overall complimented each other well. Though sometimes Keishin would get annoyed at the fact that you were a total pillow Princess, but luckily for him he had that brat tamer instinct.

A few years down the line and you’re both still as happy as day one, but you’re both now starting to settle down some. You both feel confident and stable in your jobs and are able to have more time for each other, but sometimes you feel like you’re missing something.

“Kei?”

“Yes, Babe.”

“You wanna have a kid?”

You sure as hell got your kid. Who would’ve thought this man had a breeding kink too.

the pregnancy was pretty rough on the both of you. You had gotten pretty sick in your first trimester, super terrified that you might lose the baby. To keep from having any more complications your doctor had put you on bed rest for pretty much the duration of your pregnancy. That meant Keishin would pick up extra shifts anytime he could to make up for what you missed at work. Keishin was always tired, you were dead broke, and waited on you hand and foot, but he’d do it all again just to see your smile the day your little girl was born. It was the happiest day of your lives.

Being new parents was tricky, nobody is ever really ready to be a parent. But even through countless sleepless nights, and the biggest strain on your relationship that you’d ever faced. There was no place either of you would rather be than sleeping next to each other with your baby girl snuggled between your arms.

Being a father came easily to Keishin. Of course he was still coaching the new generation of Karasuno kids, but his personality with those boys was a complete 180 to how he acted with your daughter. He was hopelessly in love. He couldn’t say no to that little girl to save his life. You didn’t know how many times you’d come home from work and they’d be laid up on the couch waiting for you to return. As soon as you’d walk in the door your daughter would perk up from Kei’s chest and run to give you a hug. And he would always pretend he wasn’t just knocked out from watching cartoons.

“Mommy I have to tell you and Daddy something.”

“Okay. What is it my love?”

“I want a baby brother. And it has to be a boy, cuz I wanna be the only girl and he has to be cute like me, ok?”

The lip on that girl. She was definitely her mother’s daughter. She knew what she wanted and she was gonna get it. Keishin had no protests you and that little girl had him wrapped around your little fingers, so needless to say, she got her little brother.

#babylowrites #haikyu x reader #coach ukai #ukai x you #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #ukai keishin x black!reader #haikyu x black!reader #haikyu hcs #haikyu headcanons #ukai keishin hcs #haikyu imagines #black writers #black reader

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coquelicoq · 3 years ago

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and so i wake in the evening and i step outside/and i take a deep breath and i get real high/and i scream from the top of my lungs/what the FUCK is going on

i know the common wisdom is not to take naps late in the day but i in my hubris ignored this and i am here to say i was wrong. i'm so disoriented i feel i'm in some new hour of the dnight i've never before witnessed. hnrg?fL#% o'clock. the perfect time to wake up and go, what the fuck is happening? what am i supposed to do now? cannot tell you the confused math lady faces i was making on the toilet five minutes ago when i got up to pee, realized my night guard wasn't in, and was trying to determine what reality i had entered. it's dark and i'm sleeping, but no night guard?? does not compute??? turns out it was because it's six fucking thirty in the pm. so there you have it. i guess i'm gonna get up and make "dinner," if that's even what it's called. i regret everything that led me to this moment. save yourselves.

#this is so bizarre my body is so confused. i'm sorry body. i'm sorry #i honestly thought i was just gonna lie down for an hour and probably not even sleep but i was so tired i slept 3 hours #and the light had changed and i had forgotten that i had not actually finished my day or anything #that was just supposed to be a little break! i have more stuff to do now!#by the time i wake up properly it's gonna be normal bedtime #also i called my boss and she was like yeah remember a few weeks ago i told you that [boss for other job] wanted to increase your time?#and you got really mad because he had not mentioned this to you at all? yeah that was actually decided. we're doing that #and i was like madam! i thought that was hypothetical!!!!!!!!!!!111 #this is a good example of how terrible communication is at both of my jobs #no one ever tells me anything. oh yes just suddenly work 16 hours less at one job and 16 hours more at the other job #so now i'm supposed to work just 4 hours at my other job‚ down from twenty. um? guys???? THAT'S KIND OF DRASTIC?????#and she wanted me to modify my timesheet retroactively and i was like yeah i'm not doing that #so that was a very fun conversation to have while still trying to figure out what plane of reality i'm on

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sincerelyasomebody · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promise || Oscar "Spooky" Diaz

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a while. It will be a two-part imagine/story. Apologises for any grammatical errors found. Once again, don't hesitate to correct me on the Spanish translations.

Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader

Summary: Life can change in an instant.

Warnings: allusions to absent parents; death; options within pregnancy, angsty, fluff, language, unplanned pregnancy

Word Count: 1282

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Becoming the accountant for a few businesses in Brentwood allowed (Y/N) to live above her means. A complete change from the two years out of (college/university) where she barely scraped by, even moving back in with her parents when she was unable to keep up with the rent at her apartment. Thankfully, she was able to bring herself out of that predicament. Those two years were stepping stones into the success she's experiencing now.

She eventually branched out and took on being the accountant for Joe's Diner in Freeridge. Despite hearing negative things about the area, she couldn't help but admire the community. Their friendly faces, charismatic personalities and willingness to help one another without expecting anything in return reminded her of the small town her grandparents lived in.

When (Y/N) got the opportunity, she'd go back for a visit. Only with her family though. Going back by herself would be a bit too painful.

Not only did she admire the community she fell in love with it… and with somebody.

Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz.

The pair met while (Y/N) was double checking the hours each employee wrote down on their timesheet. He sat in her booth and started up a conversation. Love at first sight wasn't something (Y/N) believed in, but she couldn't deny that they had instant chemistry. All it took was a date for the pair to become an official couple.

(Y/N) couldn't have been happier.

She was making good money, she had met somebody who "got" her and for all intents and purposes she was content. Completely satisfied with the way her life was going.

And then a curveball was thrown.

"... measuring about six weeks… discuss your options… a follow up..."

(Y/N) remembered bits and pieces of her doctor's appointment. Going in for a simple check up resulted with the black and white picture in her hands. She was going to be a mother. Shaking her head she quickly tucked it into the pocket of her jacket and walked up the pathway of the Diaz household. She was surprised to see none of the usual Santos members hanging around outside, but figured they had more important matters.

She was thankful though, as much as she liked the group she felt a sense of relief that they wouldn't be around to hear the news.

"Está roto tu celular?" Oscar asked, as she walked through the door, when he received a head shake he continued, "then why haven't you been answering your phone?"

(Y/N) took a seat opposite him at the table, instead of answering his question she had one of her own. "Do you know what a wombat is?"

"Why?"

"Come on, just answer."

He scoffed, redirecting the conversation, "where were you?"

"I was busy." Was her response.

"Busy? That's all I get?" He glared, "for three days? No contact. Nothing. For three days!? I know you like your space (Y/N), but fuck! At least give me a heads up or something. Give me something. I'm dealing with shit from Cuchillos and 19th Street and all you can tell me is that you've been busy? To answer my calls?" He stood up, "fuck that!"

She watched as he began to pace between the kitchen and living room, "I'm sorry… but, uh – a wombat? Do you know –"

"I don't give a fuck about a wombat, (Y/N)!" He yelled, walking back towards her, "after the second day of you not answering my calls and finding out that you used up a week of your sick leave I sent Sad Eyes and Oso by your place to check if anything had happened," he took a deep breath, "your car was parked in front and you weren't there. Only reason I stayed behind was in case you'd come here. You're here now and you can't even give me a straight answer."

"A wombat is native to Australia and their poops are cubed," she blurted and giggled, "isn't that funny?"

"(Y/N)."

"Cubed poops, Osc. And, they –"

"(Y/N)."

"– use it to mark their territory," she whipped out her phone and searched up an image of a wombat to show him, "see? Aren't they cute? Oh and let's look at the –"

"(Y/N)!"

She looked up at him, "yes?"

Oscar huffed and moved towards the door, "you know what? Fuck it, get out. Spend another three days by yourself or whatever. I don't give a fuck anymore," he opened it up, "porque tenía mejores cosas que hacer con mi tiempo."

(Y/N) knew she messed up.

She didn't mean to downplay his feelings or dismiss his concerns. She just needed to build her way up to reveal the news. Now, she realised that it would've been easier to come out and say it. Rather than talk about one of the multitude of facts she had read recently.

"I–I'm sorry, Oscar," she blinked back tears and reached into her jacket pocket, "whenever you called, I wanted to pick up. I really did, but I held back 'cause saying it over the phone wouldn't have been the right thing to do, you deserved to be told upfront."

His eyebrows furrowed, "(Y/N)? What are you going on about?"

She stood up, "I've been feeling unwell for a while. At first I thought it was nothing, especially since I decided to indulge in a (burger)."

"You've told me that your body –"

"I know… but, I just couldn't help myself, okay?" Pulling out the paper she held it in her hands, "anyway, I went and saw the doctors. I was given some news… and, I distanced myself 'cause I just needed time to think. I'm sorry that I never contacted you, I just needed to get myself together," she held it out to him, "I've gone over my options and… you can be there for them, we don't need to be together."

He walked towards her and took the paper out of her hands, unfolding the paper his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and then a look of realisation came upon him. (Y/N) took a step back as he stepped forward, she looked down at her feet until she felt his hands lift her chin. Her eyes connected with his.

"You're pregnant."

"I'm sorry."

"No, (Y/N), don't ever apologise for this, okay? This is as much as me as it is you." He pecked her forehead,

She took his hands away from her face, "like I said you don't need to be -"

"Why wouldn't I want to be a part of this? Be a part of this family. My family."

"You… still want me? No, wait – us?"

Oscar wrapped his arms around her, "absolutely bonita!" he held her at arm's length, looking into her eyes, "we're in this together."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere, baby." He replied, easing her worries, "I'm gonna do better than what was done for me. This baby is gonna know who their dad is. And that no matter what, their dad's gonna be there for them."

Not to be the bearer of bad news, she knew it had to be said, "what about Cuchillos and 19th Street?'

"They'll be handled. You and our little blessing come first."

(Y/N) gave a watery smile and placed his hands on her stomach. There wasn't a bump yet, it would probably pop out in a few months. Oscar bent down and placed his forehead against hers. The couple continued to embrace each other, enjoying the sense of peace that surrounded them.

When they broke apart, he held her face in his hands again, "we're gonna be dope parents."

- ♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ -

Spanish Translation(s):

Está roto tu celular? - is your phone broken?

Porque tenía mejores cosas que hacer con mi tiempo - because I've got better things to do with my time.

Bonita - beautiful

#oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #x reader #reader insert #onmyblock #onmyblockfanfiction #los santos #freeridge #sincerelyasomebody

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kaibacorpintern · 4 years ago

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For the prompt thing: kaiba + yuugi + professionalism!

this was fun!! thanks to @dxmichelle for the retail stories. kaiba as a retail worker is like me when I was a retail worker because when i worked at a barnes and noble, i spent a LOT of time perfectly squaring the books. anyway all the kaibacorp adventure park castmembers get some fat fucking pay raise/benefit boosts after this

***

This was all Jounouchi’s fucking fault and Seto was never agreeing to any stupid fucking bets again. When did he become a good duelist, instead of just a lucky one? And he knew it, too, announcing his plans to win the Domino City Invitational with the kind of brash, easy confidence that was a front for nothing, a Roman wall around nothing, with nothing he needed to defend on the other side. As hard to read as a coloring book. Asshole.

“The gods have struck men down for less hubris than this,” Seto snapped, over a game of poker at Yuugi’s weekly game night. Mokuba had badgered him into attending after their return from the yearly strategic planning retreat with the board. You need to be around normal people! No more sharks in people suits!

“So what? You don’t believe in higher powers, Rich Boy.”

“In my experience, a god and a higher power are two separate things."

“Oh, okay, Neeshee. Maybe you don’t believe in me, but you do believe in games,” Jounouchi said.

“Devastating insight,” Seto said. “And it’s Nietzsche.”

“Bless you. Don't be rude and sneeze into a tissue next time. Let’s make a bet. When I win the Invitational, you… pick up all my shifts at the Kame Game Shop for a week. I take home all the paychecks, but you do all the work. You know, bog-standard capitalism.”

Seto rolled his eyes. “When you lose, you give the jet a good wash and wax. Then you throw your deck and your Duel Disk into the river, and never duel again.”

“Deal. And I tell you what, Kaiba. One day we’re gonna meet across the field, and you’re going to lose, but it won’t even bother you, because you had just so much fun,” Jounouchi said, extending his hand across the table, with a savage grin.

“Don’t fucking threaten me,” Seto said, shaking his hand.

Asshole! Jounouchi stomped the competition with an ease Seto hadn’t seen since he was fourteen and unceremoniously sacking Inspector Haga at the Pan Pacific Final.

At least Yuugi gave him his own nametag, instead of making him wear Jounouchi’s: a plastic, turtle-shaped badge with a white space for his name. There was a line below it that said MY FAVORITE GAME IS... chess, Seto wrote in moodily, with the marker. Then he affixed it to his dark-green apron, neatly and precisely, just over his heart.

Yuugi nudged the curtain into the stock room aside, wearing a matching apron and smiling like he was trying very hard not to laugh.

“Ready to clock in - oh, no. This is the Kame Game Shop,” he said, reaching up to fix Seto’s name tag, tweaking it to sit slightly at an angle. “Perfect right angles are for squares.”

“A KaibaCorp Adventure Park castmember wouldn’t be caught dead with their nametag this sloppy,” Seto snapped.

“It’s not sloppy. It’s jaunty and playful,” Yuugi corrected. “Now, let’s review. You’re an engineering prodigy, so I’m sure you can handle the register. What do we do when a customer walks in?”

Seto sighed, hands bracing on his hips as his eyes rolled towards the ceiling. That asshole picked up five full days of double shifts.

“Welcome them when they walk in,” he said, as Yuugi nodded along. “Ask if they need any help. If they’re just browsing, leave them alone. Provide recommendations if they ask.”

“And?” Yuugi prompted, raising his eyebrows.

“Wrap and bag their purchases and thank them for wasting my fucking time.”

Yuugi reached up, pressing the tips of his index fingers into Seto’s cheeks. “No! Smile!”

Seto bared his teeth.

“Can’t believe people call you a bad sport,” Yuugi said. “Maybe just smize instead. Go! Clock in! Upsell your own Duel Disk!”

Seto let out a final dramatic huff, took the clipboard off its hook on the wall, and added his billion-dollar contract signature to the timesheet, below several rows of Jounouchi’s scrawl.

***

After four hours, Seto took his lunch break, an all-too-brief thirty minutes in the alley behind the Game Shop, leaning back with one foot propped against the wall, answering emails on his phone with all the speed and fury his thumbs could muster. It was high summer. Vines spilled over the wall on the other side of the alleyway, limp and vibrating with heat. Even the shade under the wall was warm.

The side door opened. He turned his head, preparing a choice little bon mot for Yuugi, and paused, his breath hitching in his chest with a wild regret, birdlike, startled suddenly out of hiding.

He stared at Sugoroku, privately cursing Jounouchi for the nth time for making the fucking bet, winning the fucking Invitational, and putting him here in this fucking alleyway, staring at Sugoroku. It was too late to go back inside. Sugoroku stared back, hoary-haired, stooped under the weight of his years. Even wizened, with skin like old, pale leather, the family resemblances were clear: the same big, warm eyes, the same bright smile, no less weakened for age.

He shuffled out the door, dragging a small garbage bag of recycling beside him.

“Open that up and drop this in, will you please? My back’s not what it used to be.”

“Yes,” Seto said, rapidly stooping to take the bag. Should he add sir? Yes, sir? He hadn’t said 'sir' to anyone in ten years. What was he supposed to say? Sorry. I was not myself. I was myself, but the worst version. It was the beta release of me and we have removed the bugs (the murder bugs) in advance of stable release. All remaining bugs are acceptable. We have added accurate legal and medical disclaimers to all our SolidVision and Virtual World products about how the sensory intensity of KaibaCorp proprietary holographic technology may exacerbate existing heart conditions. I am taking good care of her and I love her and she loves me. Who? Her. The dragon.

He dropped the bag into the recycling bin several steps away and turned around to face Sugoroku, summoning his resolve with an inhale, exhale, firm and deep.

“How’s your first day?” Sugoroku said.

“My company isn’t going down in flames without me,” Seto said. “Color me surprised.”

“How’s your first day here?”

“Enthralling. The adrenaline high of consumer retail is really just something else - ”

“Speak up, I can’t hear you over all that racket you’re making,” Sugoroku said. Seto paused, bewildered, mouth half-open - and shut it, color flaring across his face.

“Uh - fine,” he muttered. “It’s fine. I helped an eight-year-old pick out a board game.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. She came in with all the allowance she’d saved up and she wanted something she could play with her sister. I sold her on mancala."

"That's a classic. Not a board game, but a classic. And hard to sell to children."

Seto scoffed. "I hate the crap they pass off as board games these days, with all the… fiddly, little plastic pieces and the arcane rules. Children get drawn in by the colors, but they don't have patience for the rules, so it ends up forgotten at the bottom of a bookshelf somewhere with half the pieces sucked up in the vacuum cleaner. Mancala is simple. You can play it with a patch of dirt and a handful of gravel. But if you want to win, you need to play with skill and wit. It's timeless. It’s elegant."

"Well, you've sold me. I haven’t played mancala in years. Shall we play tomorrow? During your lunch break?"

Seto said nothing, resisting the urge to bite his lip, a bad habit and a sign of nervousness.

“Yuugi speaks very highly of you, you know,” Sugoroku said. “I’d love to know why.”

He chuckled and shuffled back inside, leaving Seto fuming with an odd, stomach-clenching embarrassment.

He checked his phone. Three more minutes left of his lunch break, and his feet were aching. He should’ve worn different shoes, not the Chelsea boots. Tomorrow. Mancala? Damn Jounouchi to hell. Better shoes.

***

“Excuse me,” the woman said. “Do you have Legendary Heroes II?”

Seto abandoned his task of aligning board game boxes at perfect right angles. Fuck jaunty and playful.

“No. That’s not out until December,” he said. The production issues on Legendary Heroes II were a fucking nightmare, and the thought of making his game developers crunch - making them miserable, overworked, and more likely to quit and get snapped up by Schroeder Corp - gave him hives. So he’d pushed release back to December, allowing the small hit to his stock under the rationale that the holiday retail season would make up for it. But she didn’t need to know that.

“But - it’s my son’s birthday next Saturday, and Legendary Heroes is his favorite game,” she said, hands clenching loosely by her stomach, a gesture of pleading.

“I’m delighted to hear it. It does not change the fact that the game literally does not exist,” Seto said.

“Can you just check in the back? He’s been asking about this for months now,” she said, and Seto clicked his teeth, face slipping into a snarl - from the corner of his eye, he saw Yuugi, watching him.

Smile, he mouthed, and pressed his fingers into his own cheeks, putting on a manic, plastic grin.

“Of course. I’ll be right back,” Seto said, smiling, and stormed away. As expected, he did not find Legendary Heroes II in the stock room. He dawdled, checking his email, firing off a few replies, advising Mokuba on the right way to handle the zesty temperament of their general counsel - this’ll be fun, Mokuba said, I get to run KaibaCorp without you, like, dying or something - WHAT? - and stashed his phone back into his apron pocket.

“My apologies,” he said, returning to the woman. “We don’t have it in stock. If you’d like to pre-order it, it’ll be available just in time for Christmas. Just log on to the KaibaCorp website and enter the Kame Game Shop as your pick-up location. If you’re still looking for a birthday gift, I strongly suggest the new Duel Disk. The design is much better for children than the old one - lighter and more streamlined, with less intense haptics. If he already has a Duel Disk, he can bring that in for a trade-in.”

“Oh, perfect!” she said. “We'll do that. Thank you. You’ve been so helpful.”

“You’re welcome. Have a fantastic day,” Seto said, still smiling. He watched her leave and returned to his board game boxes, feeling hideously, fabulously smug. A customer walked in, carrying a bare Duel Disk under his arm, and Seto shot him a cheerful welcome. The man ignored him, heading straight to Yuugi at the counter.

***

Yuugi swallowed, squared his shoulders, and lifted his chin.

"I'm sorry. We cannot accept a Duel Disk return without a box or a receipt," he said. Clearly stolen.

"But I bought it here two weeks ago. And the stupid piece of shit is defective," the man said. "I want my money back!"

Loud enough that Seto, re-stocking towards the front of the store, turned towards them, with open curiosity.

"What's the nature of the defect?" Yuugi said.

"It just doesn't fucking work. I don't know what else to tell you," the guy said. "Are you gonna do the return or not?!"

His least favorite type of customer: smashing reason apart with the baseball bat of belligerence. Yuugi steeled himself for the inevitable slew of insults.

"Sir. I can't do the return without a receipt - "

A hand came down on his shoulder, pulling him with polite insistence out of the way. Seto, with a canny, feline smile, the kind that foretold bloodshed on the dueling field.

"Oh no, Yuugi," he said. "Let me handle this."

#fanfiction #norealgoodbyes

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years ago

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Doctor's Touch [Part Two] | Juyeon (The Boyz)

Anon asked for a part 2 of Doctor's Touch so I hope you like it!! ☺️☺️💘

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Things definitely changed when Juyeon clocked in the next day.

For starters, Y/N barely gave him a second glance the moment she caught sight of his figure. She turned away, scrambling her papers against her chest in an attempt to appear busy. Juyeon went about his business nonchalantly as he would everyday; prepared his coffee while waiting for his water to boil, back facing the said older woman who seemed to be a lot more flustered about his confession than he was.

He waited until everyone else had exited the staff office, before turning to glance back at her. Evidently enough, she had been staring, eyes quickly flitting away the moment his settled on her face.

"Noona," he called her then, watching how tense her shoulders got at the mere sound of his alto. Pouring himself some boiling water, he continued in a casual tone, "can I shadow you today?"

She paused, still turned away with eyes averted, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I already signed my name on the timesheet next to yours."

"Oh," he watched, amused, as panic flitted across her face despite her fake nonchalance, "ah. Uh--okay then."

As much as Juyeon wished to clear things up about where they stood, he knew how important it was for her to have her head on her shoulders when she had a mountainful of work to go through. He wasn't going to add to the pile and guessed that these personal questions could wait till after their shift.

So imagine his surprise when she pulled him out onto the terrace during their break.

"Sorry for being so abrupt. I needed to talk to you about something."

Her expression looked serious, mouth pressed into a thin line and eyebrows drawn together as though she was gearing herself to deliver bad news. Juyeon now understood how it felt to be the patient on the other side of the equation.

"What is it?" He managed to croak out. His throat squeezed at the thought that maybe she didn't want to have anything to do with him now that she had time to ponder over his words.

"I wanted to ask you--uhm--well…"

"What?"

Her eyes darted down and away. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip.

Juyron cocked his head in curiosity. She definitely did not appear remorseful or guilty. That was a good sign, right?

"There's this...exhibition. Yeah, at the park. Uhm, I had two tickets and was--I wanted to know--you know since you're free and all--" she blundered on in a string of babble that made his lips curve up at the corners in affection, "if you wanted--if you wanted to go…with me?"

She was just too adorable for her own good. He had to curl his fists at his sides so that he wouldn't pinch her cheeks, and it was definitely not an image he was used to seeing on Y/N's face.

Realizing that she was waiting for him to respond, Juyeon's smile widened into a grin as he murmured his agreement.

"You don't have to, it's not an obligation, if that's what you're thinking," she hurriedly added.

"No," he replied, locking gazes with her, "I want to."

"Okay," she bit her lip,"great then. I'll text you."

She made a move to turn back towards the building when Juyeon's hand shot out to grasp her hand, tugging her over so that she crashed into his chest.

Y/N's eyes were the size of saucers. Her face whipped up to his, "what are you--"

His arms laced around her waist, lips pressing against the side of her temple and rendering her into silence.

"Just for a few minutes," Juyeon murmured and tightened his hold a little more. Her body felt so petite against his, so soft and supple against his hard frame. It was hard to imagine that she was the strict senior that he was so used to seeing during his shift.

Her scent invaded his nostrils as he breathed her in, letting her fresh scent wash over him like a tidal wave he welcomed with open arms.

"Juyeon," her fingers pushed against his chest in protest, eyes glancing around in panic, "we can't--"

"No one's watching," he murmured back gently, breath brushing against her forehead and bathing her in a warm bed of electrical tingles, "just give me five minutes."

It took her a few minutes to relax in his hold, but she did eventually allow her body to melt into his embrace without protest while her own arms snaked around his middle.

"I don't want people to know," her mumble was barely above a whisper.

Juyeon hummed, the sound vibrating against her temple, "I get it, noona."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not?" Leaning away to look down at her face, he spotted the dusty pink dotting her cheeks in embarrassment and his mind squealed in delight.

"It makes me sound old."

"No it doesn't," he said, "it's a term of endearment."

"...sure."

A chuckle burst from his lips at her sour tone, "you're so cute."

"Wh--No I'm not!"

"You are," his hand reached up to pinch one of her cheeks and he relished in the soft intake of breath falling from her lips. Her eyes met his, swimming with an anticipated excitement dulled by a tinge of nervousness. Yet, there was always a gentleness in her brown orbs, a tenderness that made him lean even closer despite the fact that Juyeon wasn't one to take risks.

"Juyeon?" Her whisper brushed against his face, causing goosebumps to explode across his skin, "why...are you looking at me...like that?"

And that was when his mouth worked faster than his brain, "can I kiss you?"

"Huh?" Her jaw fell slack.

Juyeon chewed the inside of his cheek and repeated the question a little quieter this time, barely above a murmur as a twinge of apprehension twisted inside his stomach.

A few seconds passed without much response from the said woman, and as much as he tried deciphering what was going on behind her deep brown swirls, this was a step that required consent and that was something he truly respected, especially when it came to women.

So he pulled away slowly, gently, so as not to startle her.

Only for her hands to come up and press the back of his neck before driving his lips down to hers.

It was a short kiss. Brief, and sweet, and just so delicate that Juyeon felt he was floating on a bed of stars. He pulled away slightly, the taste of Y/N on his tongue while their foreheads pressed together.

Her eyes were closed, lashes evoking shadows atop her cheeks and lips slightly parted and pink.

Juyeon couldn't help himself. With a soft shaky exhale, his mouth pressed another chaste kiss onto hers. He kissed her deeper, longer, with a longing that made her knees wobble and her fingers to gently graze the back of his head in response.

They parted, breaths wafting over each other's faces as Juyeon tried his best to calm down his racing heart.

"Shall we get back?" He breathed, voice still hoarse from their kiss.

She nodded, pulling away with only their hands left entangling with each other as they headed back to the building.

If he wasn't sure where they stood then, he definitely knew where they stood now.

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raysofcrosby · 5 years ago

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 10

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦." ━ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧 𝐟𝐭. 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

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warnings: just angst tbh

word count: 5,850 [again of un proofread material sorry lmao]

authors note: [quick sidenote: if you want to make this sad af, then listen to heal by tom odell here bc that’s what i did when writing lmao.] omg yay part 10 finally! when this posts i’ll still be at work, but i’m so happy that i was able to get this out to you guys today! this series is coming to an end soon and honestly i’m sad about it bc idk what the hell i’m gonna do once it’s over lmao. for everyone who reblogs, likes and even reads this series– thank you from the bottom of my heart. i enjoy reading everyone’s tags and messages and it makes me happy and want to write even more when i see how much you guys enjoy the series. i hope this part is good enough bc part 11 is coming up and well...we’ll see what happens :)

Two days after the incident in the training room, finals week had wrapped up, Kennedy had already gone home to celebrate an early Christmas with her parents before joining you in Victoria, campus closed down and you had found yourself displaced. Originally, pre-Typocalypse...you were supposed to stay with Jamie and Katie, then all fly back together after the game tonight. But those plans had since changed since Jamie was obviously still not talking to you. Kennedy offered you to come and stay with her, but you were already stealing her for Christmas, you didn't want to intrude on the few days her and her parents got to spend together for the Holidays. Before you could even think about booking a hotel for the next few days, Big Rig offered you his guest room and the two of you have been temporary roommates ever since.

It was a great set up, honestly. Since you were still obligated to be at team practices, the two of you drove there together and left afterward. He was like the big shield that protected you from Jamie's glares and Tyler's horrible attempts at trying to please Jamie by not looking at you. When they went on their Florida series, Dave offered you a chance to go since you were on break, but you turned it down and made a joke about how if you went to Florida you might not come back. Instead, you relaxed on Big Rig's couch, thought about going to see Tyler's dogs and switched between binging 'You' and 'Fuller House' on Netflix.

But today was the day that you would be handing John the paperwork for your internship that he needed to sign and handover. Just things saying that your timesheet was correct, signing off and typing up a letter about how you did. The practice before they left for Florida, actually the same day he had offered you a spot on the trip, was when you broke the news to him that you wouldn't finish out the season with them. Of course, he probably had some kind of inkling as to the reasons why. You always thought that girls were the worst when it came to gossip, but it turns out grown men are a lot worse. But he was kind and never asked for the specifics and respected your decision not to continue and just told you to give him the paperwork whenever you could and that he'd fill it out for you. He also commented on how good of a job you did and that if you ever changed your mind, they'd welcome you back without a second thought.

And that's what you told Katie when the two of you went out to an early dinner before heading to the arena for the game. But now, as the two of you were in your uber and headed towards the arena, the daunting task of having to actually hand over your paperwork weighed heavy on your heart. Katie had invited you along to dinner and you thought that it was probably her way of reaching out to you since your brother was failing to do so, but you didn't mind. You really liked Katie and she was like the other big sister you never had. To your surprise though, the two of you didn't talk much about what had happened between you, Tyler and Jamie. Instead, she focused on your senior year, where you were applying to jobs and how life in L.A. had been treating her.

But now you were itching to get her opinion on the matter, because if there was anyone besides you who was closer to Jamie in this city and had the insight of his thoughts– it was her. When the two of you stepped out of the Uber and made your way through security to get to the back hallway, you broke the silence on the matter.

"Did you know?" You blurted out as the two of you bypassed security. She turned to you with a generic expression. "Did you know before he...found out?"

"I mean, I kind of had a feeling something was going on," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Just even during the few times I was down here and we all went downtown. The two of you had never really been as close or hung out too often before and I just noticed all of the little things that boys are too oblivious to see."

"Yeah, maybe going out together was a bad idea. Maybe this whole damn thing was a bad idea," you sighed, clutching the manilla folder close to you.

"I don't think it was a bad idea, I just think that you and Tyler approached it wrong. You guys should've been a little more upfront and honest with Jamie. He still might have been angry, but it would have been a lot better than the alternative."

You nodded, accepting her cold truth as the two of you made your way through the parking garage and towards the hallway entrance. "Has he reached out to you yet?"

"Jamie or Tyler?"

"Both, I guess."

You shook your head, pushing back the pain that came with the thought of the two guys you cared for most, ignoring you. "Not even an in-person acknowledgment."

"I've been talking to them both, trying to get them to see the sense of it all. I told Jamie he needs to talk to you before this gets any worse...but you know how he is."

"Yeah, I do," you nodded, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. You looked down the right towards the training room and took a deep breath. "Well, I guess this is it."

"I can come with you if you want? Give you a little moral support?"

"Thanks, but I need to do this on my own," you took a deep breath and nodded, giving yourself a little encouragement. "I'll see you at home in a few hours?"

"Longest plane ride of our lives," she joked, hugging you before turning towards the elevator. "Oh, one more thing about you and Tyler!"

"Yeah?" You asked, giving her a hopeful, but sad look.

"It wasn't just the physical things I noticed, like the small touches." She shrugged her shoulders and gave you a small smile. "But it was just how different the two of you seemed. You were a lot happier and open and Tyler...he was a lot calmer and genuinely happy. I think the two of you are very good together."

You didn't know what to say, but instead gave her a thankful smile and watched her get into the elevator to head up to the upper level. It hurt your heart, to think about how your relationship had changed the two of you for the better and yet here you guys were– avoiding each other at all costs. You brushed those thoughts aside and walked down the hallway. You needed to give Dave your paperwork, but there was something else you needed to do first.

You knocked on to the locker room door, hearing a voice on the other side. You covered your eyes with one hand and pushed the door open, stepping into the room. "Is everyone in here decent?"

"It's just me and Dobby, Y/N," Klinger said, laughing. "So yes, open your eyes."

You uncovered your eyes to see the two men sitting in their respectful stalls. "Where's everyone else?"

"Training room, on the bench or playing footy," Dobby said, standing up. "You okay?"

You nodded, walking over towards Big Rig's stall and holding up your purse. "Big Rig just asked me to bring something for him, he forgot it at the apartment."

They nodded and Dobby walked out of the door, Klinger stopping while holding it open. "Do you think you can tape me today?"

You felt a crushing feeling inside of you because he had no clue that you weren't here to work...but instead to quit. "If no one's busy." You smiled, as he nodded in reply before leaving the locker room.

You took a deep breath and sighed before walking away from Big Rig's stall and over to Tyler's. You dug into your purse and pulled out his house key, which was attached to the '#1 labrador mom' keychain he had given you, and placed it right in the middle of his stall. You've been meaning to give it back to him since everything crumbled, but you just haven't had the courage to face him since the day of he and Jamie's explosion. Plus, you were flying home to Victoria tonight and there would be no better time than the present to give him back the gift. Now, you had to do the one thing that you came here for– turn in your hour sheet, along with some other internship paperwork, to John. You had talked to him earlier in the week about deciding not to finish out the season, and you had to admit that you felt honored that he was upset that you were choosing not to continue. For the first time in a while, it made you feel like you had accomplished something here and that your work was appreciated. But the hardest part wasn't telling him that you were quitting, it was turning in your paperwork for him.

You stood outside of the training room door, contemplating whether or not to call Katie and tell her that you had changed your mind, that you'd love for her to walk into the room with you so you could walk right back out. But then you thought back on all of your conversations with Big Rig since Kennedy left and how, in her absence, he's been more than willing to lend an ear and even give you some advice and boost up your confidence. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling and then opening your eyes again. "I can do this." You gave yourself a few more seconds before bringing your shoulders back, lifting your chin and pushing the door open, walking into the training room like you owned the place.

"Y/N!" Pavs cheered, throwing his fists into the air. "You're finally here! I've been waiting for you to come and tape my ankle for me, for like...ever!"

"Sorry for being late," you replied, looking immediately in John's direction to see him walking over to his desk. "I just need to–"

"And you're out of your uniform?" Dickinson scoffed, walking by you. "What are they teaching you at this fancy college?"

"Yeah Y/N, you're not on winter break yet. No, relax!" Rads chimed in as the rest of the guys just laughed.

You rolled your eyes at their chirping but kept the smile on your face because you were glad that things seemed to have rolled over when it came down to the tension whenever you, Tyler and Jamie were all in the same room. This was ringing true because the three of you were in the same room at this very moment. Tyler was sitting down by Big Rig, stealing a resistance band from him to work on his shoulder, while Jamie was lying on a table in front of John's desk, getting his hamstring scraped by Craig. Neither of them looked as tense as they had in the last week, but they still weren't paying any attention to you. Well, you thought they weren't until you caught Tyler looking away from you the moment you went to say something to Big Rig about his bands. He played it off, looking immediately to his right, probably not realizing he'd be staring at a blank wall– but you were over it all, so it didn't bother you one bit.

"Is this the paperwork we talked about?" Dave asked, finally sitting down at his chair and tossing a towel on his desk.

You walked forward with the manilla folder in hand and held it up, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "Yep, this is it. Sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner. It took a while to get together since Finals ended and everything is hectic."

You held it out to him and he grabbed it from you, placing it onto his desk and opening it, skimming through the pages and nodding. "Can I get this to you after you come back from break?"

"Absolutely. There's no need to rush," you looked off to see Big Rig giving you a supportive look. He was the only one in the room besides Dave, that knew just what those papers were for. "Just as long as it's before graduation."

"Y/N!" Miro said, rushing into the room and out of breath. "You're here! Please tape me, you're the only one who can."

"Looks like you're stuck with just Craig and me, Miro," Dave said, closing the folder and standing up from his chair. "You guys must have chased her away. She's finished with her internship and decided not to extend for the full season."

That non-existent tension that you mentioned earlier, sprung it's ugly head back into the room the moment that his announcement left his lips. Both Jamie and Tyler perked up at what Dave had said, both surprised and even had a split moment where they looked at each other. Though of course, they had no clue of your decision, so shock and confusion were along the lines of what you expected them to feel. You made eye contact with Jamie first and you couldn't exactly pinpoint just what he was feeling since three separate emotions ran across his face: shock, disappointment and finally, joy. When you acknowledged him back, he opened his mouth slightly as if he might just say something, but instead bit the inside of his cheek and rested his head back down onto his forearms as Craig continued to scrap him. Tyler on the other hand only had two visible emotions: sad and extremely pissed. And if it wasn't for the fact that his eyes carried hints of sadness, you'd only think he was extremely pissed, seeing as the scowl on his face and his knitted eyebrows were the key symbols of his anger. Rightfully, you were confused at his reaction. How could he even be bothered to be angry about your choice when he hasn't talked to you in nearly two weeks?

Screw him, he has no right to be angry.

You turned your attention away from him and started to make your way back to the training room door. "Well, shit, who the hell is going to deal with my shin problem now?" Big Rig said, clearing out the silence in the room.

Bishop laughed as well a few other guys who were still left in the training room before walking away from your desk and over to you. "You're 27 years old, figure it out, you dweeb!" He came to a stop in front of you and hugged you. "Good luck with the rest of your senior year. I hope you'll still come around."

"Eh, maybe I will," you joked, pulling away from the hug and giving the guys a small wave. "Good luck tonight guys. Someone fight Tkachuk or I'll disown you as my team and switch to the Canucks."

Your joke was followed by multiple groans and mumbles, in reply to your goodbye and to the fact that you were leaving their training room forever. Once the conversation returned to normal, you took that as your time to slip out of the training room unnoticed and back out into the hallway. The moment you stared down the empty hallway, you took a deep breath and felt as if a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You, Kennedy and Big Rig had made yourself a checklist of things to do before the year came to an end and you came back from winter break.

The first? Talk to Dave and give him the paperwork to wrap up your internship.

The second? Somehow repair your relationship with Jamie, which has yet to even have an outlined plan.

And the third? ...Close things off with Tyler on a positive note. He was a friend way before he was a hookup and he's your brother's best friend. Just because the two of you had relations, doesn't mean you couldn't still be friends.

You weren't one to lie to yourself. You knew that the last one probably wouldn't happen before the end of the year, if at all. Confronting Tyler was terrifying to you. Sure, you've planned everything that you wanted to say to him– it's been boiling inside of you for days. But there was never a moment that presented itself to where you could get Tyler alone, and you no longer felt comfortable just showing up at his place. So, you just pushed it onto the backburner and knew that somewhere down the road, you'd be able to accept that things would be like this from here on out– avoiding each other and pretending like nothing ever happened.

"Y/N, wait!" Halfway down the hallway, you stopped in your tracks as you listened to the sound of a door closing and shoes scuffing along the floor.

You didn't want to turn around, hell, you didn't even want to stop. But it was like your body turned against you the moment that you heard his voice. His footsteps came to a stop just behind you and you could hear him panting a little, trying to catch his breath. In his hand, you heard the slight jingle of a single key on a lanyard, and your heart squeezed in your chest.

"You can't do this. You can't leave!" The anger in his voice took you by surprise, just like his reaction only moments ago in the training room had. "You can't let me stop you from keeping this internship."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, whipping around and feeling pure adrenaline running through your veins. "That's awfully narcissistic of you."

He looked taken back as he held tightly onto the lanyard he'd gifted you. "That's why you're leaving, though. Because of...everything?" He took a step towards you, shaking his head. "If it is I–"

Maybe it was the way he had phrased the sentence or maybe it was the way that he had pretty much just written off every moment the two of you had shared in a hesitant state. Whatever it was, you felt a whirl of anger and adrenaline swirling around inside of you as you clenched your fists by your side. "I completed my hours, Tyler, meaning my internship is done. I've fulfilled my duties as an intern here and even if it was about you and 'everything'," you threw your air quotes as you stared at him, your eyes hoping to burn holes into his head. "My position here was never permanent and we both knew that."

You felt slightly proud of yourself for the sly insinuation you threw in at him, and even more so proud when you saw that he understood just what you were implying. "Y/N listen, we need to talk."

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't have prevented the laugh that escaped from your mouth. "You've had almost two weeks to 'talk', Tyler. Two weeks to send me a text or a phone call to meet up someplace! But now that I'm leaving and I'll no longer be around for your convenience, it's the perfect time to talk?"

He stood there silent because he knew damn well that you were right. He had plenty of opportunities in the last two weeks to reach out to you, but he hadn't even bothered to pick up the phone and there was no denying it. You stood there, taking him in and it only made you feel worse. He had a hurt look on his face like he was lost as to what you wanted him to say or to do– and that only made you angrier. It was simple, what you wanted him to do. For the last two weeks, all you've wanted was for him to just talk to you, to let you know that he hadn't tossed you aside like another pointless hookup. But now, all you wanted to do was get everything off of your chest, and it was then that you realized...the universe was granting you the alone time you've desperately wanted.

"You don't get it, do you?" You asked, shaking your head as you felt a knot tighten in your throat. "You don't get how...how embarrassed I am! Do you know how many people told me to avoid getting involved with you? That you'd do nothing but end up hurting me in the end?"

"'He has a reputation for a reason, Y/N!' 'All he does is whore around Dallas, Y/N.' 'You guys are in two different stages of life, it won't work out.'" You laughed again, trying your damndest not to try. "I've heard it all, Tyler. From Kennedy, from your teammates, from kids at my school, hell– I even heard it from my mom!"

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked off to your left, giving yourself a few seconds to compose your thoughts before looking at him again. "But I brushed their worries aside because I saw a side of you that they never got the chance to. I saw how kind and sweet you were with me. How you'd jump at any opportunity to help me study and how you always made me feel welcome in your home."

"I saw it all and I thought, 'hey, you know what? They're all wrong. He's not that kid in Boston and he's not the same guy he was when he first got to Dallas.'" You pointed at him before letting your hand drop back to your side. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt because I know people can change and with my whole heart, I believed that you had."

He continued to stare at you, almost void of emotion now as if he had put up a wall and was just letting you scream at it, which only made you more upset. "I understand that you could have lost your best friend, I really do. And I'd never ask you to put our, whatever the hell we had, above your friendship with Jamie."

Your bottom lip trembled as you thought about the nights since, where you've checked your phone every minute to see if he had texted you. "But you could have texted me. You could've said 'hey, I just need some space right now to figure stuff out' and I would have been fine with that! Instead, you just...tossed me aside and shut me out."

The more that you spoke, the more weightless you began to feel. It was as if speaking every word and feeling you had saved for Tyler was freeing you of the pain that him dropping you like nothing, had caused. Yet, you couldn't help but feel angry at how he was just standing there. You wanted a reaction, you wanted him to apologize– anything was better than this.

"Say something! Stop standing there and staring at me!" You yelled, feeling surprised at yourself for just how high your voice had gone and echoed off of the walls.

You watched his Adam's apple bob as his fingers tangled and twirled through the lanyard."Jamie and I... we've been talking and I think it's going well."

"Well that's great for you, isn't it?" You scoffed, shaking your head and motioning towards him with a hand. "At least my brother is talking to someone, right? Better you than me, I guess. I'm happy you got your best friend back, I truly am."

The longer you stood there, the more you felt your body begin to shake from the pure adrenaline running through you. And the more that he just stared at you, the more you felt your heart breaking because it was starting to become clear that you were the only one who was hurting from all of this. You laughed in disbelief at your revelation before turning away from him, preparing to walk down the aisle and out of his view.

"Why?" You asked, keeping your back turned. "Why did you do it?"

"...Why did I do, what?"

You turned around, your hair whipping into your face before you brushed it back with your fingers. "Why did you go back to Maisy?" Your voice cracked as you spoke softly, staring at him with the tears that were threatening to spill. "Why did you treat me like I was the most important person to you and then toss me aside like I was just another pointless hookup?"

"Y/N..."

"Did you even care? Wait, no, of course, you didn't and would you like to know how I know that, Tyler?" You stared at him, expecting an answer but knowing you wouldn't get one. "Because you practically rushed me out of your house and into an uber like I was nothing. You couldn't even be bothered to make sure I got home okay! The first sign of trouble and you toss me into an uber, sent me away and then ignored me like every..."

Your voice broke as you brought a hand to your mouth and turned away from him. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing heart before looking back at him. "You ignored me like every moment we spent together meant nothing to you. And m-maybe they did but to me? They're some of the best memories I've had here in Dallas."

"So imagine how it made me feel, when my brother of all people, tells me that she's here...in your seats, not even four days after you had sex with me and tossed me aside." You glared at him as your bottom lip trembled once again. "You made me look like a joke Tyler."

"It wasn't like that, okay? Maisy was just–"

"I don't care what it was like, Tyler! She was here, in seats YOU bought her last season!" You yelled, throwing your arms in the air. "You told me that you guys were over! That you haven't talked to her since July and yet, there she was!"

The moment you felt the first tear glide down your cheek, you knew that you only had moments before you would burst into tears. You went to speak and a small sob escaped from the back of your throat. Tyler went into a small panic, his eyes widening as he stepped forward and reached out for you. "Y/N–"

"Don't," You stepped back, smacking his hand away. "Don't touch me, just...don't." You closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing and collecting your thoughts before opening them and looking at him one last time. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt Tyler, but it turns out everyone was right."

You laughed again, shrugging your shoulders and shaking your head. "You're still that 19-year-old kid in Boston, who doesn't have a clue about what he wants for his life...you're nowhere near the man I thought you were." You looked him dead in the eyes, not caring about the tears running down your face. "Grow up."

With that, you turned your back to him and started to finish your journey down the hall and to the elevator, choosing to ignore how his footsteps followed you. "Y/N, wait...please."

You stopped, this time choosing to and kept your head down towards the ground and holding back your sobs. "SEGGY WHERE ARE YOU? GET DRESSED, WE'VE GOT 5 MINUTES TILL WARM-UPS!" Big Rig called out, his loud voice echoing down the hall.

You expected to hear Tyler's footprints walk in the opposite direction, but you were met with silence. "Y/N, stay after the game, please? I just," he sighed, trying to figure out what to say. "We really need to talk about everything and just...please wait for me after the game? Five minutes, two minutes, one minute– whatever you want, I don't care. Just...please, let me explain?"

"SEGGY LET'S GO!" Rads called out this time, his voice louder as you kept your back to Tyler.

You heard him sigh again before listening to his footsteps run in the direction back towards the locker room. You didn't hesitate to walk as fast as you could to the elevator, letting out every tear and sob your body had held back as he pleaded for a chance to explain. It was all you wanted from him, an explanation, but he was too late. You weren't staying for the game, you were leaving the arena and hopping onto a flight to Victoria in two hours.

You just didn't have the heart to tell him that.

You were grateful for the elevator attendant who stayed silent your entire ride up to the upper level. Before the doors opened, you took a deep breath and wiped your eyes, fixing yourself up before you'd make your way through the crowds and out of the arena. The attendant gave you a friendly smile as you walked out of the elevator. As soon as the doors closed and you made your way through the crowds, you spotted Paisley turning away from the drink cart ahead of you and you were desperate for the crowd to swallow you up before she could witness you in all of your misery.

Unfortunately for you, the universe wasn't so kind because as soon as she looked up from her purse, her eyes locked on yours and she smiled and waved at you. You froze in place, probably bothering the fans trying to make their way around you as you watched in horror, Paisley coming towards you.

"Y/N, hi!" She smiled, just as cheery as the first time you met her, which again, made it so hard to dislike her. "What are you doing up here? I thought you were down in the training room and stuff?"

"How did you know that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Cole," she scoffed, rolling her eyes before taking a sip of her beer, which was another shock because you took her for a wine kind of girl. "He complained about it and Tyler Seguin and some dude named Big Rig? But I don't understand why because like, your job sounds really cool!"

"Well, it was pretty cool, but I finished up my internship, so I won't be here much longer." You replied, stuffing your hands awkwardly into your sweatshirt pockets.

She looked at you, her eyes taking in your appearance and lingering on your face for much longer than you'd like them to. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

There were a lot of things you wanted to do right now and talking to the girl your boyfriend cheated on you with, was not on the list. But she was being so nice to you and after the horrible moment you just had with Tyler, you needed a little positivity right now. "I kind of just maybe...broke up with someone? I mean we weren't a thing, but we kind of were and it's just...it's a whole hot mess." You sighed, shaking your head and brushing it off. "It doesn't matter anymore."

She gasped, bringing her drink to her chest and grabbing onto your wrist with her free hand as she leaned in. "You broke up with Tyler? But why? You guys seemed so happy whenever I saw you out downtown. Even when I saw you walking around campus, you just looked so...happy."

"It's complicated."

She shook her head, sighing and taking a long sip of her wine. "I guess it is true then, men are shit. College guy or NHL player." She must have seen the shocked look on your face because she shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, I dumped Cole's ass. Sometime after you left the ABC party. He's just an asshole! And I'm sorry about everything...I never knew and I feel horrible about it."

"It's okay, he really was an asshole." You laughed, feeling a small flutter of happiness rush through you for the first time in what felt like forever. As she joined you in laughter, you dug your phone out of your back pocket and smiled. "What's your number? Maybe we can hang out after break?"

"Oh my God, yes!" She squealed, taking your phone from your hands and bringing her own out. "And I'll add you on snap and Instagram, too! Honestly, you and Kennedy seem like the coolest girls and I've always wanted to be friends with you since freshman year English lit, but we never really had classes together again."

"We can make plans for spring break maybe?" You suggested as the two of you added each other on social media before putting your phones away.

"Yes! We can plan it after break! Maybe you can even introduce me to a cute hockey boy?" She winked, nudging you playfully. "It seems to have worked out for Kennedy well."

You laughed again, nodding your head. "I know a few single guys, we'll see what we can do." You felt your phone vibrating and you brought it back out to see the notification about your uber being ten minutes out. "Oh shoot, I need to go and get my bags before my uber gets here. But I'll text you later?"

"Sure thing!" She nodded before turning to walk away. "Oh, and one more thing!"

"Yeah?"

"Don't count him out just yet, okay? As I said, I saw how he looked at you whenever I saw you guys downtown and if I know boys like I think I do...I'd say that boy loves you. And a boy in love doesn't give up that easily." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders before winking at you. "Just a thought."

You watched her disappear into the crowd, wondering what the hell just happened. When you made your way down the escalators and into the main lobby, you navigated your way towards the front office where Big Rig had asked the staff to hold your bags for you. Sneaking in and then out quickly, you grabbed the Stars 'staff' lanyard around your neck and stuffed it into your sweatshirt pockets before walking out of the arena doors with your luggage in hand and made your way to the spot where you'd meet your uber. As you stood there, waiting for your Uber to arrive, you thought about what she said. Out of curiosity, you brought your phone out of your back pocket again to see a new text on your screen...from Tyler.

'see you after the game?'

You went to reply to tell him the news, but your uber pulled up and you locked your phone and shoved it into your sweatshirt pocket along with the Dallas Stars lanyard.

You were leaving for Victoria, Tyler would go home to Toronto and there would be no waiting for him in the hallway after the game, giving him a chance to explain.

The damage was already done.

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kommunistkaitou · 4 years ago

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today I got a text at like 7:30 my supervisor asking me if I could come in early at like 8 I waited til i was in my grandparents car with my parakeet at 9:30 to say "sorry, I don't usually check my phone until I'm ready for work in the morning, I can be maybe 10-15 minutes early tho" and she was like "thank you just whenever you can show up we're so slammed" so then my grandparents dropped me off at work 20 minutes early (10:10) so that they could get our bird to her 10:45 doctors appt, which was always the plan, but my supervisor doesn't need to know that, she thinks I Did What I Could

anyway my brother was originally supposed to get me at 6:30 but he subbed for a coworker to do irl work for today (he's usually remote) so I knew he was going to be 15-30 minutes late picking me up, but fortunately my other (evening) boss wanted to give me some lifehacks on drawing blood from newborns, so I approached her after I was no longer needed seeing patients at like 6:35, so she took the next ten minutes teaching me stuff, thanked me for staying, and told me to put it on my timesheet that I got out late.

So basically today I got paid for 30 minutes that I'd originally intended to have to sit around waiting and doing nothing during, and my employers think I'm extra dedicated instead of lacking a driver's license 😂😂 tho tbh like it was REALLY REALLY bad this morning bc it was bizarrely busy in outpatient already, fairly busy in emergency, and one of us called out sick so like. No chance to sit down at all (doing emergency you can at least sit for a couple minutes every so often to scan in the labels of the blood but not in outpatient). Also I had to hold onto 2 different crying babies while ppl tried to get blood from them so that was not fun

(oh also the bird has another sinus infection and I have to give her antibiotics every 12hrs for a week again, yay..)

(oh also a good thing- the other boss, the one who seems to hate me for no good reason, is on vacation this week :) )

#hospital tag #animal illness /

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Daughter of the Honorable thief - Harry Hook x reader - part 11 - the fair

thanks to @musicarose for commissioning me to help continue this series! more coming soon!

You were bouncing in your seat, watching as your parent's castle came into view. Erza leaned over you, a squealing noise coming from her mouth as she spotted her own home.

“ohhh I can't wait to get back, I've missed genavive~” Uma raised her brow at you, mentally asking you who Genevieve was.

“her horse” you laughed, pushing Ezra off of you and back into her seat in the car. You had arrived in your country by plane and continued from the airport by car, your family's driver in the front seat.

“so I talked to my mom, Harriet, harry, and Gil, you guys will be staying with me, and Uma you'll be staying with Ezra.”

Gil perked up, raising his hand, you snorted and nodded at him “why is it that way?”

“I informed my mom of what and how much you guys eat, my castle has a lot more food so it just made sense for you to be at my place, and harry and Harriet was just a choice”

“so Ezra and i will be hanging out…i’m good with that” Ezra grinned at you, patting your arm rapidly, you smiled and gently shoved her hand away.

“I know I know, chill”

A couple of hours later and you were ready for the festival, a green peasant dress flowing around you.

Your handmaid laid your small tiara on your head, the other helping you tie your boots.

“Thanks, you two, you guys can have the rest of the day off, go to the festival” you cheered, pushing them out of the room, Serena and kya smiled and nodded, bowing slightly before running off to their rooms.

You laughed, grabbing your shoulder bag, and walking out, checking to make sure you had your phone and wallet.

A whistle came from your right, and you turned, smiling as Harry walked up to you, he was wearing his shorter red leather jacket, black pants, and converse.

“wow, lookin’ good lassie” you giggled, spinning and letting the dress twirl around you.

“Why thank you~ you're looking quite good yourself!” Harry smiled and nodded, playing with his rings on his fingers.

“thanks” Harriet exited her room, messing with the strings of her own red peasant dress.

“oh you wore it?” you tilted your head “you know you didn’t have to right?”

“I know” she muttered, flattening the dress down on her front “I liked it, so I wore it fuck off”

“ok ok!” you held your hands up laughing “just wanted to make sure you weren’t forced to wear that”

Gil popped out of his room, a dark orange vest over a long-sleeved white shirt on his form, dark pants and his usual boots on his feet. “so (y/n), do they have really good food there?”

“oh amazing food, im willing to bet erzas gonna gun it to the Scotch eggs” gil tilted his head at that, following you down the stairs.

“whats a Scotch egg?”

“A deep-fried egg” you snorted, you never really understood erzas obsession with them, they were good, but not bulldozing other people over them good.

Likewise, she didn’t understand your obsession with churros, which were heaven shaped logs of cinnamon and sugar~.

“Alright, ill drive us over to the festival and we’ll meet uma and erza there okay?” the three pirates nodded and followed you out to your car.

You grinned, spotting erza in her light purple dress, her pastel flower crown on her head and brown boots, her dagger belt hanging off her waist.

Uma stood next to her, wearing a simple teal tank top and dark shorts, dark purple converse on her feet. She nodded at you, leaning off erzas car and walking towards you.

“loving the dress hettie~” uma teased, Harriet just gave her the middle finger and walked into the festival.

Harry laughed and gave a two-finger salute to uma, who nodded back, she turned to you “so what do we…do here?”

“play games-“ you started, erza interrupting you.

“eat food-“

You smirked and spoke up again, “buy things-“

“watch the tournaments-“

“and have fun generally” you finished, waving your hand for them to follow you in.

Harry whistled as you entered the main area, smiling at the decorations and stands. “this is pretty cool, I’ll admit” he spun around once, trying to see everything.

You broke away from the group to walk over to the map area “hey man, is there anything exciting going on right now?”

The old man smiled and looked down at his timesheet “why yes, there's a joust going on in seven minutes, just up here” he pointed down at the map.

“can we get there in seven minutes?” you asked.

“you can get there in three, I could get there myself in five, and im the slowest person here” he laughed, handing you a map and waving you off.

“guys there's a joust, lets go!”

“ ‘hood wait up!”

“there's a lady knight!” erza pointed out, Harriets and umas head popped up.

“lady knight? Wheres the lady knight I instantly love her oh my god” Harriet ran in front of the group, you and harry cackling at her.

Erza, uma, and Harriet were almost on the fences separating the arena from the people. You could hear the tail end of erzas words.

“whatever makes me that much more gay” she laughed, you settled next to her and looked around the arena.

“so we like the lady knight with the blue flag and the feathers right?” “yes,” erza nodded her head erratically, Harriet and uma agreeing quickly.

“okay so the boys” you rose your brow at them “they seem a little full of themselves” one of them was flexing.

“I don’t like his attitude” uma snorted “he looks like his name is lance or something im not about it”

The announcer started, calling for the audience for who they were going to cheer for.

“call out if you are here for the order of the moon!” the lady knight with the blue flag lifted her flag, smiling as the crowd went wild, including you and your friends.

During the match, you walked off and bought some of the lady knights mini flags for her supporters and gave them to uma, Erza, and Harriet.

Erza cheered and waved the flag around yelling out “hail the moon!”

The tournament began, the six of you cheering and screaming along with the crowds, uma turned to you during the match between the lady knight and “lance” “I think I get sports now!”

You laughed loudly and nodded, cheering as the lady knight knocked away the other knight's shield, giving her the match, she raised her lance high, smirking at the crowed, winking as she caught Harriet's eye.

“did-did she jus-she did oh shit” Harriet turned red and stood, hiding behind harry, who smirked and lushed her back out into the front, just as the lady knight circled round, right in front of your group.

She nodded down at Harriet, who blushed and squeaked, burying her face in her hands.

“Didn’t you say you had a crush on someone?” erza asked, leaning into Harriet's sight.

“I did! They don’t swing that way” she sighed, letting her hands drop onto her lap. You saw the lady knight smile to herself and nod, trotting off on her horse.

“I think she heard you” you chuckled. You knew the lady knight, the daughter of little john, ember, who was 150% gay, and Harriet was her type.

Tall, dark, and a talent with swords and the sea.

“hold the phone- wait isn’t that ember?” Erza leaned back to you, you nodded, Erza broke into a grin “holy shit! Last year she didn’t even qualify for the tournament!” she stood, waving her flag and screaming “GO EMBER~!”

Ember turned, a bright grin spitting across her face, pumping her fist in the air.

Soon the match was over, and luckily, Ember crushed it, though “lance” the knight for the order of the sun, was smiling and boasting to other guests, about how he would be winning the rematch later.

You pushed erza to talk to him, she pouted at you and walked over to him, he grinned and nodded.

Erza gave him a fist bumb and ran behind you, the knight laughed “thank you, I don’t know what that means but thank you” he spotted the sunflower gil was holding.

“quite a flower, and also appropriate since your over here on the order of the sun's side” gil smirked and shrugged.

“well you see” he turned over the flower, revealing the moon flag. The knight gasped in mock offense.

“oh, how could you!”

“How can you not, have you seen ember?” uma taunted, smirking at “lance”

The knight pressed his hand to his chest “hurt” clear on his face. “well the rematch at six! Youll have your chance” you supplied, the knight nodded and stood straight.

“aye, and if I don’t win…well I don’t know, will you all be there?” he chuckled.

“at 6? Yeah, we will be there!”

You all started to walk off before Harriet turned and asked.

“will ember be there?” the knight nodded “oh well then, well definitely be there! Come on, guys!”

You burst out laughing at the knight, who was staring at all of you with his mouth open and his eyes wide with amusement.

“so (y/n) uhhh, Scotch eggs?” you snorted and pushed erza out of your face.

“we will get them when we see the stall, so chill”

You walked around the market place, uma was gazing at a blue peasant dress, which you bought for her and she proceeded to get changed.

“lookin good cap’n” harry yelled from across the shop, a red and pink flower crown resting on his head, gil was trying on some leather gloves, smiling at uma, nodding with harry.

She rolled her eyes and gave a mock bow, stuffing her shirt into her back. “wheres your shorts?” erza asked, uma just hiked the dress up, revealing the shorts under the dress. Erza turned red and chuckled, turning away and waving her hands around her face.

“erza, calm the gay” you teased, patting her back as uma smirked and walked off.

“coffee!” Erza bolted off, you snorted, spotting the coffee stand across the road. You quickly paid for Harry's flower crown (which he tried to stop you but you insisted he looked good so he blushed and gently put it back on) and followed after her.

“CHURROS!” you exclaimed, detouring to the shop next to the coffee and buying 6 churros.

You handed one to harry and gil, waiting for Harriet, uma, and erza to return from the coffee shop.

“I needed this” erza sighed, sipping on the iced coffee. You smirked gesturing to erza.

“oh look, ye old basic bitch” erzas eyes widened as you finished your sentence and started to hit you with an open palm, you cackled and handed her a churro.

Uma and Harriet grabbed theirs and bit down, low moans coming from them as the cinnamon hit their tongues.

“holy shit that’s good” Harriet muttered, chomping down on the fried stick covered in cinnamon sugar.

“Yeah, what are these called and where can I get a thousand of them,” Harry asked his mouth full.

“churros, they are fried dough sticks with a bunch of cinnamon sugar on them” erza explained, sipping at her coffee.

“little sticks of heaven is what I think you mean” you muttered, pouring the leftover cinnamon sugar in the holding back into your mouth.

“there she be, the wild (y/n), scoping out the prime bows, as SCOTCH EGGS ARE JUST ROUND THE CORNER” you looked up at erza, raising your brow at her.

“you and your scotch eggs” you laughed, looking back down at the Celtic designed bow.

“since you’re offering, yes I do want some scotch eggs” she leaned on you heavily, raising her brows up and down.

You snorted and walked away from the bows, smiling as you saw harry and Harriet trying on pirate style hats.

“I do think you should look into getting new servants young lady” there was an older woman, dressed in high-class attire, speaking to erza, you snorted, waving for the rest of the group to come over. “there are many fine servants, around the shire”

“thank you agree” erza pointed at all of you, smirking at you “you hear that, not one of you have gotten me a scotch egg.”

You smirked “the only thing I serve are god, and sick dance moves, so please” erza almost burst out laughing but she held it in, managing to keep a straight face.

“then bust one of em out what you doin’?” erza challenged you laughed and started doing the robot, the older woman, laughing a little.

“those are dance moves? Everyone knows dancing is shifting hights and moving back and forth, and around” she demonstrated, you gasped and held up your hands.

“I just got served!”

The older woman laughed, eyes leading up to your tiara “oh my, you wouldn’t happen to be lady Loxley are you not?” you nodded, fixing the skirt of your dress

“yes that would be me” the older woman smiled.

“then you should be happy to know, in one hour there is an archery contenst~!” you turned to erza, who grinned back.

“oh, we gotta go!”

“and we shall!” you cheered, but first? You needed your gear.

--end of part 11--

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A Whole New World Prelude Pt 2

Well looks like I'm being snuck into their high school. What was it called again? Serpent Prep. Something like that. This was weird. A school full of witches, pirates, and such. Well I guess if I'm gonna be a pirate I have to go to their school.

Harry held my wrist as he struts towards the doors, dodging other students and keeping me behind him, Uma at my other side, glaring at those who yelled at Harry for bumping into them.

“Harry” Uma called, he hummed to show he was listening, “What's your first class?” Uma was looking down at her timesheet, seeing accelerated piracy first, Harry stopped and pulled out his timesheet, seeing chartering and navigations.

“Alright, who is {y/n} going ta go with?” Harry asked, glancing back at Uma, I glanced between them, shuffling my feet awkwardly.

I felt an unfamiliar hand sneaking around my waist, forcefully pulling me away from Uma and Harry.

"Hey good lookin, haven't seen you around here. Where have you been hiding?" A dark skinned boy questioned.

Before I could say anything, Harry had his grip on my wrist, pulling me behind him and pointing his hook at the boy's throat.

"Back off Max. She's apart of my crew!" Uma spat at the boy. They looked very similar, both having teal hair in box braids. Though Max wore purple and black instead of the teal and purple Uma wore.

Hmm. Wait I think Max might be Morgana's son. So then Uma and Max are cousins. Interesting.

Max tsked and walked away. I gripped the back of Harry's jacket, not really certain I could fit in at this High School. Harry and Uma exchanged a look before Harry picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to squeak in surprise.

"Come on, {y/n} we gotta get ye to the head office. Ye gotta sign up for some classes." Harry stated in a matter of fact tone.

I buried my face in Harry's back as he carried me like a sack of potatoes. Of course I forgot I had a hat on, so good thing Uma was following behind, she grabbed it as it fell off my head and started whistling a pirate tune.

This was indeed going to be the longest day of my life. Reaching what I assume is the principal's office, Harry dropped me on my ass. And no I'm not fine.

"Ow!" I groaned, standing back up and doing my best glare at Harry.

"Oh? Whoooo do we have here?" A snake like voice questioned from behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with a man with green scales across the entirety of the right side of his face. And that eye was a snake eye. He made a hissing type noise and I gulped when I noticed his snake tongue.

"This is {y/n} {l/n}. She's new. She fell out of the sky" Uma bluntly explained, as I tried to look anywhere but his eyes.

"Oh? Sssssshe fell from the sssssky? Interssssting. Well I'm Kaa. I'm the principal of thissssss sssssschool." Kaa introduced, taking off his hat to give a slight bow.

"N-Nice to meet you. But wait the Kaa I remember is a snake…" I stated outloud.

Kaa smirked and a puff of smoke had me coughing like crazy. The feeling of a snake wrapping around me had me screaming and running behind Harry. Harry and Uma were laughing at me. I took a peek out from behind Harry to see Kaa in his snake form chuckling. Another puff of smoke and he was back where he was standing.

"Now my only concern issssss that ssssshe can't take any of our advanced classssssssessssss. Maybe I'll put her in sssssssome of the beginning classssssesssssss." Kaa explained walking over to his desk.

"Principal Kaa, she needs to stay in a class that either Uma, Gil, or I are in." Harry explained, holding out his hook.

I stayed behind Harry, my shaking hand still gripped on his jacket. Yes I was still scared. So sue me!

So in the end I had three classes with Harry, two with Uma, and one with Gil. Do I remember all of them? No. But that's why I had a schedule in my hand and six books in my arms.

Ok so first class is with Harry. Chartering and Navigations. Ok, a good pirate type of class. Is that THE Boot Strap Bill teaching this class??? Oh my gosh! Ok stop fangirling and focus.

I took a seat next to Harry and pulled out my book. Harry snorted a bit, causing me to look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Ye aren't meant to actually take notes lass. This is a villain school." Harry stated pushing my books off my desk. I frowned and picked them up.

"Well I enjoy learning." I stated matter a factly

Harry chuckled. "Nerd." He spat, folding up some paper and making a paper football and flicking it at another student's head.

I rolled my eyes as class began.

"Alright, class. Who can tell me how to navigate through the sea at night?" Bootstrap Bill asked.

I looked around, seeing nobody was bothering to answer the question, turning to Harry I whispered “are we supposed to raise our hand” Harry snorted, shaking his head.

“Nah, that’s for the Boradon classes” nodding I turned back forward.

“Sextants” I called out, making Harry turn to me with wide eyes. Bootstrap nodded, looking at me curiously.

“Aye, that’s one of the ways, but there is one more?” he gestured to me, seemingly asking me to continue.

“The stars” I answered, grinning as Bootstrap nodded. Harry appeared in my vision, a curious grin on his face.

“How’d yeh know that lassie?” Harry asked, surprised.

I smirked. "I was really big into pirates as a kid."

"Though because of that a lot of the kids around me thought I was too weird to hang around with, so, no one to play sword with," I explained.

"Well we are gonna have ta change that." Harry smirked.

The rest of class flew by, and the next thing I knew, Harry was gripping my wrist and pulling me off in another direction.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I was basically dragged by Harry.

Harry didn't respond, just used his hook, which was in his right hand, to threaten anyone who tried to get in his way. After a while he stopped in front of two big doors.

"Here we are!" He smirked, opening the doors to reveal a gym.

But instead of what you would expect in a normal gym, aka people running around, climbing a rope, sit ups, push ups etc, there were people sword-fighting, practicing their thievery, aka villain stuff. Oh and apparently parkour.

"Time fer yer first sword fightin' lesson!"

I went wide-eyed as Harry dragged me towards where multiple people were sword fighting, Harry guided me to a mat, then left to grab equipment. I stood awkwardly as I watched the battles around me, some of them glanced at me, scanning my body before turning back to their battles.

I hugged myself, wishing I could hide. Suddenly a sword was pointed at my throat. Glancing to where it was coming from, I saw a girl with blood-red hair and heart-themed makeup, and a heart crystal-encrusted crown on her head, daughter of the red queen I'm guessing.

“You” she spoke in a posh voice “you came in with Harry, what are you to him?” I shook my head slightly, backing away into a brick wall.

Or what I thought was a brick wall “hey Quinn! This is (y/n), she’s our newest recruit in the crew!” Gil, it was Gil, placing his hands on my shoulders and creating a protective bubble around me. Quinn huffed, flipping her sword, and walking off.

I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. Looking up at Gil, I gave a smile.

"Thanks Gil! I thought she might kill me for a moment there." I explained.

"Oh don't worry! I doubt that!" Gil exclaimed before walking away.

I took a sigh of relief before examining my surroundings some more.

I stiffened as a blade was pointed at my back. Every bone in my body was fighting between fighting back and fleeing. And for some reason my brain went into adrenaline mode. I quickly turned around, grabbed the sword blade in my hands and yanked the blade away from whoever had it. A scream echoed in my head, my brain took way too long to realize I was screaming, and I had huge cuts on both palms, and they were bleeding.

Harry was in front of me, he was saying something but I'm not sure what he's saying. Oh look Gil's here too.

"Quiet down! You're drawin too much attention!" Harry exclaimed once I was finally able to hear him.

I stopped screaming but started whimpering, my palms really hurt and were still bleeding. Harry groaned and took a bandana off his belt and tied it around my right hand, then he grabbed a bandana from Gil's belt and tied it around my other hand.

"There. Now come on, time to head to the ship." Harry stated, standing up only to have Quinn point a sword at him.

"What is she to you? Why did you help her?" Quinn stated with a nasty tone, as if she was entitled to the answer.

Harry sighed, clearly annoyed by her. "Quinn, she's the newest member of Uma's crew. And she got hurt. Uma would've had my head if I didn't help her. Now excuse us but we've gotta go." Harry stated, using his hook to push the sword away.

He started to walk away only to stop and grab his sword. Quickly turning around he blocked Quinn's attack.

I squeaked and hid behind Gil as Harry and Quinn fought. The students gathered around and began rooting on either Harry or Quinn. The cheering got me to slowly come out from behind Gil, who was obviously cheering on Harry.

I smiled. "GO HARRY!!! KICK HER ASS!!!" I cheered on with a smile.

I saw Harry smirk as he began to do even better, throwing Quinn off. Gil leaned down towards me.

"Harry and Quinn fight a lot. But usually they're equal in strength. I've never seen Harry out match her." Gil explained to me.

I felt my face start to heat up. A loud thunk and the room went quiet. I looked back at the fight and Quinn was on the floor, sword kicked away, with Harry pointing a sword at her. I held my breath.

"Obviously I won't kill ye. But have this for meh first victory." Harry explained, and gave her a decent cut on her cheek.

Yep that will definitely leave a scar.

Harry re-sheathed his sword and walked back towards me and Gil. Grabbing my wrist, not as tightly as he had before, he pulled me out of the gym.

"Let's go (y/n), come on Gil!" Harry exclaimed as we left the gym.

As soon as we stepped out of the gym, the sound of heavy sword fighting began in the gym.

Harry paid it no mind, students making a path for us with no questions asked. That is until we reached Bonnie, I believe that's his name. Harr told Bonnie what was going on, he nodded, and ran off. I raised my eyebrow as Harry pulled me out of the school.

“Harry…. Where are we going?” I asked, a bit confused.

“To mah place. We gotta fix yer hands so ye can learn to fight.” Harry stated, dragging me up a flight of stairs, Gil following close behind.

Entering into a slightly shabby apartment I was pulled inside and shoved towards the ripped up couch.

“Sit.”

I did as I was told, looking around the room. Scratch marks, Hook marks, red splotches, dirt, water stains, and just an overall mess was all I could see of the living room. And what was that smell?

“Gimme yer hands {y/n}!” Harry exclaimed roughly grabbing my hands and unwrapping the cloths from my palms.

I winced as the fabric was ripped off my cuts. Harry said something to Gil and all of a sudden I had a towel shovel between my teeth and what I assume was alcohol was poured on my left hand. I screamed into the towel from the stinging pain.

Gil looked concerned. “Harry maybe we should get the only doctor and have him fix her hands.” Gil explained, and I could just go wide-eyed.

Doctor? NONONONONO. Last time I saw a doctor my mother was trying to get them to- nope not going through that horrible memory again.

“WE ain’t got time! Hand me the needle and thread!” Harry exclaimed.

Oh…. he’s gunna stitch me up, why is the world going black?

“{y/n}!”

Harry's voice faded to the back of my mind, sound dimming around me as I blacked out.

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