#didnt get to take my break & eat my sandwich - barely got to go to the bathroom -

[catherinerabbit]

i think i should get paid extra for emotional damages

[mqnasluvr]

skinship headcanons | genshin impact

pairings; jean x gn!reader, amber x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader

mentioned; kaeya, lisa, huffman, sucrose

warnings; suggestive themes ( jean ), all lowercase, not proofread

word count; 1.7k but half of it is albedo

jean

jean is not the touchiest person out there, but she does enjoy holding you. not too big on pda either; the most you’ll get out of her in public is maybe a quick smooch on the cheek and hand holding🛐 other than that, shes quite reserved.

her hugs are very comforting, but the first couple of times it was awkward on her part. she was used to giving barbara and klee hugs, but this was different. she wasn’t sure where to put her arms, and if anything she got more frustrated the more she hesitated.

once she grows accustomed to it, she’ll be fine. she enjoys the warmth and innocence of hugs, especially if you’re taller than her.

like i said, in public she isnt very touchy. while running errands she does keep you close though, and enjoys holding your hand more and anything.

behind closed doors shes a little bit bolder, but still shy overall. she’s not sure if she’s moving too fast for you so she waits until you initiate any type of physical contact, then takes it from there herself. it took her a long time before she managed to get the courage to kiss you tbh

one time when you two were in her office, amber walked in on you “distracting” jean from her work.

“y/n, i have to get back to work, please,” jean adverted her eyes from your gaze, embarrassed. she kept looking at the door, mentally asking herself if the door was locked or not and getting more nervous as the seconds passed.

you sat straddled on the young womans lap, her hands loosely placed on your hips. holding her face in your hands, you guided her face back to yours. “you work for way too long,” you frowned. “and i’m bored. there’s nothing to do in here.”

“the library is just across the hall—“

“if i read another book my brain will implode.” jean sighed and shook her head.

“please indulge in me just this once? please jean?” she stared at you blankly, her resolve quickly deteriorating. a couple of kisses couldn’t hurt, could it? she looked up at the clock in the corner of the room, then back at you.

sighing for the umpteenth time that day, she nodded. “just for a little while-“

before she could finish speaking, you pressed your lips to hers hurriedly, not wanting to waste any time. jean barely ever separated herself from her work, and refused to accept help from anyone else. you almost never had time alone with the acting grand master— you weren’t going to miss your chance now.

the kiss was not heated whatsoever, just very.. clumsy. and needy. on your part, at least. jean tried her best to slow you down, gripping your hips as her face heated up.

“jean, lisa needs you for somethi- oh,” amber nearly dropped the papers in her hands, immediately covering her eyes with it instead. you whipped your head around and stared at the girl wide-eyed before she spoke up again. “d-did i come at a bad time? i am so sorry, i’ll um. i’ll go now.”

jean couldnt look her in the eyes for WEEKS

it was painful

but overall, she likes physical affection, shes just nervous :,)

amber

amber LOVES touching you!! she’s 100% okay with pda. she isnt as forward as maybe kaeya or lisa, but she’s still rather bold. sometimes she forgets youre in public too, which ends up drawing a lot of attention to the both of you.

when you two go out on dates she is always touching you. hand in hand, arm around waist, whatever. theres always some type of physical contact, no matter what.

it’s so PAINFULLY obvious that you two are dating but for some reason she didn’t think that anyone knew ?? one time huffman saw yall kissing in an alleyway u really aren’t slick🤨

she loves cheek and forehead kisses, but likes receiving them more than giving really. shes a hyper one, and these kisses fluster her enough to make her quiet down. ( it’s so cute )

she often picks you up to hug you, spinning you both around in circles in an almost bone crushing hug. other than those times her hugs are really soft, but the energy is still there. ^^

have i mentioned that she is affectionate?? because she really is. she does respect your boundaries though, but if you feel uncomfortable you’re going to have to speak up on it because she won’t notice.

in private her clinginess is amplified by 10.

“i’m trying to cook, amber,” you mumbled, struggling to stir the paste sauce in the pot. all you were trying to do was make dinner for the two of you, but around 5 minutes ago she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your arms and torso. you could feel her bury her face further into your back.

“mhm, and it smells really good too,” she hummed. you groaned, and she just giggled.

“i’ll be done in like, 20 minutes, amber. you can hug barron bunny in the meantime,” you tried to pry her arms off of you but she started whining.

“that’s too long.”

“no, it isnt,” you turned around with a spoonful of pasta sauce, motioning for her to open her mouth. she slurped the sauce and gave you a thumbs up.

“see? its good, right? well it wont get much better if you keep clinging to me so much,” she stayed quiet, but at least loosened her arms around you so that it was easier to move. you lightly patted her hand. “thank you.”

“whateverrr,” she drawled, and you couldnt help but laugh.

the pasta was in fact very good

in the end, shes the exact opposite of jean, and youll need to slow her down a lot :,)

albedo

as far as physical contact goes, it’s literally the last thing you will ever find on his mind. he’s too caught up with other things to think about physical affection

he does love you yes, but he doesnt show it through physical means. he does more gift giving, like when he sees a pretty flower that reminds him of you while going out to find starsilver shards.

if you want a hug or anything out of him you’re going to have to initiate it first— it’s foreign territory, and it’s not something he’s particularly interested in, so he doesnt feel the need to indulge in it

however the first time you two cuddle you can tell that he’s hooked. and he does a terrible job at hiding it.

now, he insists that you sit in his lap while he is taking notes because it “helps him focus better” and because “he’s so lonely”

we all know that aint true lmfao

he also really likes it when you play with his hair. please play with his hair, especially when you want him to get away from his studies. physical contact is completely foreign to him so something as simple as a scalp massage will make him melt 🛐

whenever he refuses to get away from his work, sucrose always asks you to step in because he wont listen to her

“y/n,” sucrose quietly approached you as you conversed with kaeya. you turned to her and nodded, albiet a bit concerned. sucrose never really needed you for anything, what did she need now that she couldn’t do herself?

kaeya took this as his sign to leave, but not before giving you a quick pat on the head. “yes, sucrose?” you said. “did something happen?”

she nodded meekly, watching kaeya walk off. a little bubble of guilt formed in her stomach from interrupting. “ah, i need your help with something. you see, mr albedo has been doing research non-stop on a new thing that has caught his eye since yesterday afternoon. i’ve tried to get him to put his research on pause, but,” she adjusted her glasses. “he doesn’t listen to me. i was hoping if you could maybe convince him to take care of himself?”

you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. he was doing it again. but you couldnt really blame him, he was terrible at keeping his hyperfixations under control. “i’ll take care of him, sucrose. don’t worry.”

she visibly relaxed at your words. sucrose flashed you a smile of gratitude, then waved and walked off to finish her errands in mondstadt.

—

it didn’t take him very long to notice your presence behind him. you were practically glaring at him, but there was no true anger behind it. wordlessly, albedo turned around in his chair and looked up at you.

you crossed your arms. “albedo,” you started, and it took everything in him not to sigh at the inevitable lecture.

“sucrose sent you, did she not?” he propped his arm up on the armrest of his chair, leaning his face into his hand as he gazed at you nonchalantly.

“of course she did. why aren’t you taking breaks?” he turned his chair back around, but you sat on the desk he was working at. you placed your hand on top of his papers and he shot a glare at you. it didnt phase you in the slightest.

“i have work to do. it’s much easier to do it all at once than stop inbetween.”

“have you at least been taking care of your basic needs? when was the last time you ate, or drank water?”

your eyes softened when he looked away.

hopping off of the desk, you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his work ( gently, of course ). he barely protested.

you started muttering about how he needs to take better care of himself while pouring him a cup of water and making him a simple sandwich. he was a bit disappointed in himself for making you worry, and ate the food you gave him guiltily.

you pinched his cheek as he ate, giving it a light tug. he slapped your hand away playfully and a bit of the guilt he felt lifted when he heard your laugh. “i’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”

you shook your head. “you just need to learn how to stop yourself. you’re smart albedo, i’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time.”

he finished eating his food and, uncharacteristically, pulled you in for a hug. albedo rested his forehead against your shoulder, relaxing even further when you weaved your fingers through his hair.

“...i’m sorry, y/n.”

“stop apologizing.”

“okay. sorry. oh-”

you laughed.

[pbandjesse]

I was correct about the weekend going to fast and not feeling recovered. I feel really sad about it. I just feel like beat down to my bones and not sleeping well doesnt help. It sucks. I really just need to sleep and I dont understand why its been such a problem. I pulled out my weighted blanket and Im hoping that helps. 

I woke up today and felt alright. I got up earlier then yesterday but I still later than I like. I stayed in bed for a bit, watching videos. But my tablet was dead under my pillow and when I sat up James was walking into the other room and it was nice to see their face. Love them so much. 

I got washed and dressed. Loved my outfit. Dad called and asked if we could have a video call later. So I had that to look forward to. 

I had breakfast and played a little bit of animal crossing. Just enjoying James's company. And then dad said he was free to do a call soon so I went and set that up. But it took a bunch of time to get it to work on dad's end for some reason but we figured it out. 

I helped him figure out the tablet a little better. Im really glad he has been enjoying using it and Im glad that I can help him figure it out even from far away. 

We talked for a long while. He told me about the issues with his leg. Medical stuff. We talked about my shop and the indefinite hiatus. Its not gone for sure, but I just cant right now. I feel to tired all the time. I can barely accomplish anything. It sucks. I didnt even work on my knitting today. But I am hoping to have more time as the weather gets nicer. And maybe It will be like a just in the fall thing? I dont know. Well have to see. 

Me and James did a little bit of cleaning. I hung some new hooks. I had some trouble finding screws that worked with the one and had to come up with some creative solutions. And then I had to take a break when I was standing on something to hang it but the screws wouldnt go in the wall and I fell and ripped my skirt. Bumped my knee. Just felt upset. But I tried to just be alright. 

We hung out in the apartment for a while. James was finishing doing laundry. And once that was done we went to go get lunch. 

Since we were in the area we went to the five below and the target. I got a few surprise boxes. And did end up getting a donald duck squishmallow. I like him because his beak is crooked. But Im most excited for the pickle cat thing I got because its a skeleton cat and that was the one I wanted so I was very pleased. 

Target was a little busy. But I had a nice time looking. I got a little upset when this mom wouldnt stop crowding me when I was looking at something. It was like. Lady, wait your turn. But instead I had to walk away. Which caused me to lose James. James thought I lost them. But we found eachother. We got cat food and a few other small things. And then off to get sandwiches. 

I waited in the car. Uploaded videos on tiktok. And then home to eat. 

The food was good. And I opened my mystery packages. James got me a bracelet that came in the mail. It says pomegranates on the package but those are clearly raspberries. We had our lunch and then got ready to go have birthday cake with James's parents. 

Tucker ended up not feeling well and stayed in bed. So we all, Anne, James, Charlotte, and some of their neighbors, sat in the back yard and had some carrot cake that Anne made. It was nice to talk to some people and be outside but some wind kicked up and my hands and face were getting pretty cold. 

We were there for an hour and it was nice but I was happy to go home. 

We got back here and we worked on our lego flowers. Finished that up. I am really happy with it, its very pretty. James made it look really nice in the vase were keeping it in. 

We just hung out for a bit. James had trivia. And I took a hot bath. 

And basically Ive been chilling in bed since then. I made some outfits for the week. I took my nail polish off. I have tried to feel okay. But its hard. 

I just want to sleep. So send me those good vibes. Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourselves. 

[mother-snake]

promised story 1-

(this one is an origional and first chapter to a book im going over at  the minuet, any constructive critisism would be nice and anything you liked about or didnt like would be good for me so i can perhapse change certain things in future!) -if you guys like it enough i might post the other chapters as i work along them. and if youd like, i can tagg you in!-

UNLOCKED: kurbose words: 3641 warnings: small fight thing happens at begining.

chapter 2-  n/a

chapter 1 -I will eat this sandwich; fate just has other plans.

At least crows don’t judge people for doing the bizarre things they do, I suppose. For example; the fact that I was sitting down on top of the rather worn-down churches roof that lay in the dead centre of the village, slowly turning into a town. Very slowly... I’d blame me getting up here on my habit of using my, not so useful, skill of getting into trouble; but in all honesty that excuse’ became unreliable since the tenth time I’d deliberately made my way up here. Not that I minded much.

Ten or so crows were lined on either side of me cawing loudly at one another trying to get closer, hoping that they could snag some of the sandwich I was eating. It had been wrapped up and stayed in my pocket since the morning. I had always left then in the early hours and barely came back until nightfall. the murder was slowly becoming more and more agitated as they looked at the sandwich with a keen eye.

lunch I had to skip due to them… I don’t mean the birds of course. not the birds. Never. Ever. blame the birds.

the night air was always calming. The stars seemed to look down upon me with a curious gaze, as if asking why I was still in the melancholy village. Living in such a boring place for years. sometimes it felt like hundreds of eyes were on me. that’s why I always sat on top of the roof. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel a form of freedom I couldn’t get anywhere else. Mayhaps that was because I wasn’t supposed to be up there in the first place. Alas. We shall never know.

sure, some people would enjoy the normal life. Not worrying about what would be around the corner. But I I’m not like that, when it’s all you know. You’d wish for something to change.

I surveyed the area in my line of vision. It was slowly becoming dark enough that everything was blending together. But I could still see the outlines of everything. the sound of the canal that split the village up in sections was only a couple streets away.

I could recognise some of the people lined up by their houses getting the final things ready. And those who were wondering the streets were making their ways home. it was fairly easy to remember everyone in the town. No one really moved here, and if they did, they would mostly stay till they were old and grey.

One of the many people I could see from where I was is Miss hazel. I could see her picking some of the herbs and flowers for her medicines and potions. She was our physician much to many traveller’s surprise.

Then there was Mr. jackal who was sitting on his doorstep. A small wooden pipe in hand, a faint smoke ring coming from the pipe. Sometimes I felt that I’d never seen him going anywhere without it.

The brother and sister, Lawrence and Catherine were running after one another, up and down the street below. They were five and seven. Catherine being the eldest. She was very much a saint in many eyes. Learning how to climb into small places for things we had lost.

Her brother Lawrence had been practicing magic as far as anyone knew. He was getting better as the year continued to pass. He had started in early spring and not seemed to have stopped since. He had a wizard’s soul, that’s for sure. Only one in thousands seemed to appear.

Mrs. Evelyn was looking around the streets from one of her windows waving down to everyone, looking up and spotting me, I gave a quick wave back. I couldn’t hear her but I could tell she was laughing as a crow hopped up onto my lap and stole a slither of meat from my sandwich.

Sometimes it was nice to see a familiar face, but when you know practically everyone who walks the street daily. It can get rather boring, their conversations tended to repeat with nothing interesting happening most of the time.

I was cut from my thoughts by an annoyingly familiar clink of something hitting the roof grabbed my attention. I quickly wrapped my sandwich back in its paper bag and placed it into my cardigans pocket. I turned my attention to the gutter, a small sharp stone that hadn’t been there before laid on top of some moss.

The murder realising what was going to happen fluttered away in a frenzy, cawing in disarray. Not wanting to be caught in the stupidity that laid below me in the church garden.

Preparing myself as best as I could, I looked around and caught sight of the gargoyle sitting perched slightly off from where I was positioned. If I miss this, well… I either die or break my legs.

The gargoyle itself had a monstrous face, baring fanged teeth and its wings spread out, poised to strike. another rock landed near my position. deciding to take the risk, I pushed myself slightly in the direction of the beast. landing with a small thud behind it, I let out a breath. Two more stones were thrown in my direction, the sound of them rolling onto the gutter caused me to flinch.

They were too close. One thing I could say is that the people below were getting better at their aim and way of throwing.

There was a slight warmth coming from the gargoyle, they were in hibernation. They would remove the stone shell around them late into the spring most likely. But they were still aware of what was happing around them. “sorry Mr gargoyle, I hope you can forgive me for using you as a shield…again,” I muttered as I sat behind it. it was hard to keep myself completely hidden. My height being the main reason. Why on this planet did I have to be one of the tallest people. Why? What reason was there for someone to be over six feet? What reason was there?

A couple more stones landed on the roof. I grumbled to myself and peaked over the wing, trying my best to be as careful as possible.

A rock soared over my head causing me to duck slightly. A small part of me was proud. That was the closest they’d gotten in a long time. After all this had been a weekly routine for a while now. A bit inconvenient when trying to eat. But at least it kept my somewhat self-preservation skills usable.

A small cackle came from down below. I rolled my eyes. If only they were as smart as their egos. Their rich snobbish attitudes had been like this for years.

“is poor goliath too scared to come down?” Jonathan yelled; the noise being muffled by the distance. “sorry! It’s not my fault I’m allergic to social interaction” I hollered back; I peeked back over the wing, slightly thankful for the small heat it gave off the cold winter air biting my exposed skin. Wearing knee length shorts in winter is not advised for a reason. That’s the joy of being a dysfunctional mess such as myself.

Anyways, as I peeked over the first thing, I could see was his obnoxiously blonde hair, it was almost three shades close to white. I would have easily called it fake if it wasn’t for the fact that I hadn’t grown up with him. the blonde hair was held in a ponytail today.

My eyes also caught sight of the two figures standing either side of Jonathan. Both recognisable by the way they looked. the ginger on his left was always known for her seemingly endless collection of silk blue dresses. Each one would have cost my family a year’s worth of food.

Then the boy on his right was a lavante, he had been one of the few to move here. His species are known for the fact their basically living lava, skin ossified by the oxygen. His eyes were pools of red lava. His hair was like living fire. the older they got, the bluer their hair became.

He looked a bit conflicted to what they were doing. He always did. We were mutual friends. He gave a weak smile and waved. To be honest I forgot his name years ago… too late to ask now.

“you’ll come down eventually!” blue dress screeched as she readied to throw a stone in her hand.

“you underestimate my pettiness, I've got food in my pocket, I could stay up here longer that you could down there!" I yelled back; my pettiness was something barely anyone was able to match.

Seeing her pull her arm back to throw, I ducked myself behind the wing one more time. soon one after another, a barrage of rocks was being thrown my way. one sailed over my head; I could feel the air move as it ruffled my hair. It rolled down and landed by my foot. I picked it up and threw it back as possible.

I looked down to my other pocket. reaching in I pulled out a bronze pocket watch. The lid had long since came off, according to my dad it was the day he met my mother. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the story.

 “what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” I sighed in relief as the voice of the father reached my ears; even if the malice in his voice sent small shivers down my spine.

Is wrath being something to fear. They could try anything they wanted. But as soon as the father got involved then they were very much screwed over.

I tuned out the shouting down below me, sitting in a better way that made my lanky legs sigh in relief. I looked into the gargoyles eyes and mouthed a quick thank you.

As the noise went silent, I looked over the wing to see them walking away out the garden and back to whence they came, a wave of ease flooded over me. At least I would be home in time. Hopefully.

I stood up, stretching and listening my bones crack as I did so. Clapping my hands together I turned around and climbed back onto the top of the roof struggling to get a grip as I did so. I shakily stood up, trying to balance myself in hopes I didn’t fall over.

I walked over to the edge of the building, I crouched down and grabbed the rope I had long ago tied to the building. holding on as tight as possible, knuckles going white in the process, I swung my body over the edge. The rope swayed from the motion. I wrapped my legs around the rope, hoping and praying I didn’t mess this up. taking a deep breath, I let slightly let loose of the rope. Gravity swiftly dragging me down, the rope slightly burning my skin in the process.

I quickly held onto the rope tighter as the ground came too close for comfort. it was that moment father Francis turned the corner. I gave a nervous chuckle as my body hung in the air. “what are you doing,” he groaned. “you know, just hanging around,” I responded, getting a smack on the back of the head causing me to spin slightly in the air.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I stood up and rubbed my hands on my shirt, getting rid of the small amounts of dust and mud that clung to them.

He began to walk away, waving for me to follow. I jogged to keep up as best as possible. He didn’t say much anymore. But he was one of the best people in my mind. before he had joined the church, he had been working in the north. He had been one of my inspirations growing up. the stories he told about dragons and monsters he had seen had filled m wonder and desire to see what was beyond here.

People would joke around that the reason he had grey hairs was because of me. I didn’t blame them really. “sorry about that father Francis… again…” I sighed as I averted my gaze. he let out a small chuckle and patted my back, “only a gentle giant like you could hie instead of bashing them in,” he gestured for me to begin moving, “only you goliath.” “why won’t you let that die?” I muttered. he let out another laugh. “I’ll walk you back to your home, make sure you dad knows that they were back again,” there were very few things that could make me shiver, but having my family know about this was one of them. “or, you don’t tell them?” he only gave a deadpanned look in response. I wasn’t getting out of it.

It withing a minuet we were out the garden and onto the streets. The greys and browns of the buildings seemingly blending together in the darkness. we walked in silence turning when needed. The sound of the canal getting closer. brass lamps were lined neatly on each side of the streets. Fireflies the size of a grown adult’s hand laid inside, buzzing away to one another. the people in their homes slowly turning of their lights in hopes of falling asleep. I’d never understood why it was always this time of night that they locked everything up. weather it was a habit or just a bizarre timing factor.

I reached up to my hair and pulled down the bobble keeping my hair up in a simple ponytail. My brown locks dropped down to my sides. I ran my hands through my hair grumbling. I stumbled for second after tripping on a rock. Barely stopping myself from tumbling over.

 The darker and closer we got to my home; the more noises filled the air. Small neon bugs lit up houses and other buildings. Small mice with glowing whiskers would scuttle past us as quickly as possible. The vibrant colours would almost leave a blur in their trail, making them easy to spot in the dark.

Small groups of night birds flocked around piles of litter left by merchants that had been wandering the streets. Nibbling or defending pieces of food, or guarding small shiny things they found on the ground. Like children defending their own things.

So much happened in the night, so much happened and I only get to see a portion of the neon lights, I wished I could have seen more sometimes.

Soon we were out of the main village turning town and making our way down a mud and stone covered path towards the farm.

 Soon enough, but not long enough to gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself. we arrived at a metal gate surrounding what looked like a nearly collapsing house. I stepped forwards and opened the rusty gate, the hinges creaking with the movement. I had been needing to oil them for a while and had been putting it off for around two weeks now.

The house looked barely liveable. The roof looked both old and new in patches. the chimney looked cracked and ready to fall on the house. the porches roof looked close to caving in as well.

But sill it was home. I took a deep breath and made my way forward towards the door. Hoping with every fibre of my being they were all asleep by now for the sake of my sanity.

As I got closer, the porch light flickered before turning on completely and giving off a small hum. A small dread filling up. the light could only be turned on from the inside after all.

I quickly checked the time on the pocket watch. Oh… I was late. Not too late, but just enough that I was going to get chewed out at most.

The door swung open. A figure walked out and stood in the doorframe with an icy glare directed at me. “where have you been?” yeah, I wasn’t going to survive. the figure let out a sigh, “come in, you will have some explaining to do whilst Eric gets you both some tea.” “sorry for being late…again miles,” I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck.

He steppe bac and walked into the house. I let father Francis go in front of me as we made our way inside. I would have taken my shoes of if I had worn them today. I gave a small weak smile to Francis. If it were my dad that we had been greeted with he would have to only stay for five minutes. The twins on the other hand were another story… they had been like this for as long as I could remember. They had always been protective of me. I was sixteen. Yes, it was strange but the reason behind why they were so overprotective is a story for another time.

The entrance was small. Barely able to fit the three of us. Miles made his way up to the first couple steps on the staircase to give more room. I looked to the right; the lights were off witch was probably to save energy. I made my way into the left room. The fireplace warmed up the room, relaxing my body compared to the cold nipping air that was outside.

There was a figure identical to miles, the only difference being their hair partings. They had both their own unique skills, that was one other way to tell their differences.

The cardigan that I was wearing was knitted by Eric. It was at that moment I remembered what was in its pocket. I quickly reached down and pulled out a slightly squashed paper wrapped sandwich and sighed, putting it on the kitchen table that was one wrong move away from losing a leg.

The door at the back of the room shuttered. Looks like it was going to be a long night. the room was slightly crammed, but I didn’t mind that much.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, I looked over to where the twins were arguing silently. miles had his parting on the left, the smaller part was cut off, it was the same for Eric except with his parting on the right. their hair was an inky black. they glanced over in my direction as I took a bite out of my crushed sandwich.

Red and green heterochromia. One eye green, the other a blood red.

“so, what are you two thinking about?” I said before taking another bite. “why we put up with your antics every day,” miles deadpanned at me. “you love me. That’s why,” I grinned as they sighed. “you’re ten minutes late Charlie, where have you been,” a voice forms the entrance. I looked up to see a scruffy looking man and grinned, “hey pops. And I think the pocket watch may be on the fritz again if that’s the case. It says I should be on time.” “either way, may I ask why the father is currently in our home? Again.”

“Jonathan and the other two again, I simply came to make sure she got home safely instead of running off.”

 They began to talk, leaving me to my own devices. The sandwich that had only one or two more bites worth lay on the table. A half-drunk cup of tea next to it.

Standing up and cracking by back, I made my way past the gossips and made my way to the living room. The light now on as dumbass one and two sat on the floor with cards.

Falling on the sofa backwards, the two who were absorbed in their game gave a little squeak and flung back. I let out a chuckle and stared at them with a curious look as the grumbled curses and words that would put sailors to shame.

“so, what has caused you to grace us with your company?” “if you were in the room with those two gossips, you would leave after a while too.”

Eric laughed and reached his hand over to the small wooden table in the middle of the room. “shift over goliath,” Eric muttered pushing me up. I swung my legs from the arm of the sofa and crossed my legs as I felt a pair of hands running down my hair before getting caught in a knot.

“I swear your hair is worse than ours on a good day,” he groaned before he began to brush my hair. “you do know I could do this on my own, right?” I said. “yeah, but it’s not like I’ve got much else to do in the first place.”

It was another fifteen minutes before I heard the noise in the kitchen slowly rise into the room. the three of us looked between one another with concern. They hadn’t fought before as far as we knew.

“she can’t know!” the voice I could clearly tell was my dad yelled. “she needs to know sooner or later, the sooner the better.”

I stood up from the sofa and slipped into the hall and peaked my head into the room. I could see my father’s face, eyebrows knitted together and eyes glaring at the father. His knuckled white from gripping the cup.

“look, I get why you don’t want to. But all your doing is speeding up the inevitable.” “I know… I’ll tell her soon. I promise.”

I walked into the room and locked gaze with my dad, “or you could tell me now instead of hiding it.”

“how much did you hear,” his face paled. “enough.”

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

A family: Larry x Fem! Reader Part 1.

A/n Small warning of mentions of sex and a couple sexual scenes will take place but I don't know if I'll do full lemons or not, they're won't be a dull lemon in this. As always theres definitely cussing. Takes place in high school. An au where the apartments have ghosts and the cult exists but the red eyed demon doesn't. Anyways enjoy this little story hope it's good.

I woke up with the weight of someone's arm around bare waist. Looking down I see everything was still bare from the night before. The arm wrapped around me belongs to none other than my very best friend Larry. Yep you read that right best friend not boyfriend. Considering how lonely and well horny we had both been lately we decided a friends with benefits relationship would be a good idea.

With a small stretch I carefully pulled Larry's arm off of my body and pulled myself from the bed. I let out a small giggle as Larry readjusted to where he was cuddling a pillow. "Goofball." I scoffed grabbing my underwear and sliding them on as well one of Larry's many Sanitys Fall shirts. I made my way out into his bathroom brushing my teeth and making my hair look like I hadn't just spent the night having sex.

I also made sure to slip on my skinny jeans from last night. I frowned feeling the way I struggled to get them on. "Damn it. How the hell did I shrink my jeans?!" I huffed looking into the mirror. I lifted the shirt that was way too big on me. I had noticed my stomach was sticking out a tiny bit more but not a lot. On the plus size it looked like my tits had also gotten bigger.

When I exited the bathroom Larry's mom Lisa was leaning against the counter sipping coffee. "Morning (y/n). I didn't know you were staying last night." She said flashing me her warm smile. "Morning Lisa. I wasn't planning on it but by the time we finished with our art project it was so late I didn't want to wake you or my parents so I just stayed." I shrugged. I felt kind of guilty lying to Lisa since she was more like a mom to me than my own mother. I also didn't want to risk her finding out and not letting me sleep over anymore.

She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink. "Well you know you're always welcome here. Will I see you for family dinner tonight?" She asked collecting her things for work. She seemed to pause reaching around her pockets while looking around the room. I grabbed her keys from couch and handed them to her making her smile. "Wouldn't miss it!" I beamed. "See you kids tonight then. Give Larry a kiss goodbye for me." She joked hugging me goodbye.

Once she left I went ahead and poured two cups of coffee. As I was making two plates of the eggs and toast Lisa had prepared I heard the bedroom door creak open. Larry stumbled out still tired. "Morning sleepy head." I smirked. "Morning." He yawned making his way over to the table. I placed a kiss on his cheek handing him his coffee. "What was that for?"

"Its from your mom."

"I don't get one from you?"

"No way you have morning breath."

He grabbed my arm pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. One of hands moved to my hips the other to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. We stayed like that until we had to pull away for air. "Hurry up and get ready Johnson." I breathed getting up and eating my breakfast.

Once the two of us had eaten and he had gotten dressed we grabbed our bags and headed out to meet up with Sal. "You look good in my shirt by the way." He whispered as you approached your friends door. I smirked quickly tapping the door. Soon after Sal exited the apartment and the three of us left for school.

Sal and Larry had their first period together but I had it with our friend Ashley. The two of us were in the gym locker room changing into our Knockfell High uniforms.

"So then I told my mom i had important plans tonight and she actually told me that my brother was more important and to cancel. Can you believe that? So I told her you and I were studying for some exam."

I was laughing at Ashley's excuse when one of the other girls sprayed on her perfume and even though she didn't spray much it was like the smell surrounded me. My stomach bubbled and suddenly I could feel the eggs from that morning in the back of my throat. Nausea overcame me I couldn't help it so I ran into the biggest stall and collapsed onto my knees puking immediately into the bowl.

Ashley came over and knocked on the stall door. "You ok babes?" She asked concern lacing her voice. I finished puking and flushed the toilet. "Yeah I think so." I said confused. "Are you sure? You got sick this time yesterday too." She pointed out. I thought for a moment realizing she was right. Eveyday about this time I got sick. What the hell was wrong with me? I shakily stood up to leave the bathroom when a health poster taped to the door caught my attention. It was one of the new Planned Parenthood posters with information on pregnancy and STDs. My eyes grew at a sudden theory popped into my head.

"H-hey Ashes what's the date today?" I asked exiting the bathroom. "Its the fifteenth. Ohh Is it that time of the month that's bothering you?" She asked placing a comforting hand on my bag. I thought for a moment doing the math in my head. "I-I Ha-have to go." I stuttered grabbing my bag and running from the room. As I ran to town I silently prayed I was wrong that I had miscounted.

I ran straight to the store probably looking like a crazy person that passed by. But I got to the pharmacy quickly not even remembering most of my way there from how quickly I was going. The bell jingles as I make my way inside abruptly causing several shoppers and a couple employees to stop and stare. Ignoring their looks I made my way to the isle and started searching. I never knew how many types of tests there could be. I grabbed one I thought would work and made my way to the counter. The cashier was an older woman who started at me with a judging look on her face the whole time. I did my best to ignore her shoving the money onto the counter. The minute she handed me the bag I took off heading to the apartments.

I could feel warm tears falling down my cheeks and was breathing rapidly as I ran home. I ran straight into the building and into the elevator pressing my back up against the wall as it moved. Luckily my parents wouldn't be home at least I'd have privacy for my whole world ending. The second the doors open I bolted right into my apartment dropping my bag on the couch before running to my room. I went into the bathroom taking the test before sitting on the floor.

2 long minutes later the test read positive. I felt my whole world come crashing down around me when those little lines appeared. "How could this happen?" I mumble out loud. I was completely shocked, Larry and I were careful plus I had birth control. That's when a light bulb went off in my head. Struggling to pull myself off the floor I ran into my room. I didnt find what I was looking for in my bags or in my bathroom. I fished around in my dresser still not finding what I was searching for. That's when I remembered were I was last night and most nights.

"Shit shit shit!" I mumbled grabbingmy purse and my keys as well as hiding the test in my pocket before exiting my apartment. I made my way down to the basement hoping that Lisa wasn't home. Unfortunately as I opened the door she was in the kitchen making a fried balogna sandwich. As soon as I walked through that door the smell filled my nose and the nausea returned. I tried to swallow down walking farther into the apartment.

"(Y/n) dear why are you not in school what happened? Are you sick? You don't look like you're feeling too well?" She asked in her motherly voice. "Li-lisa I-" before I could finish my sentence I felt what was left of my food coming back up. I ran straight into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. As I threw up I could feel Lisa pulling my hair back. She held my hair back in one hand and soothed my back with the other.

When I finished throwing up I flushed the toilet and Lisa put my hair up into a ponytail. I learned up against the bathroom wall feeling tears spill down my cheeks again. Silent tears cascaded to the floor. Lisa filled up a dixie cup with water and dampened a wash cloth handing the cup to me and wiping my face with the cloth. "There there dear its alright. Why don't you and I go sit on the sofa and talk?" She suggested as I swallowed a majority of the water.

The two of us made our way into the living room sitting on the couch. Lisa left a comforting hand on my back as I struggled to breath. I let it all come out spilling every detail like more vomit coming out as words. Lisa continued to comfort me with a shocked expression on her face. "Are you sure did you take a test?" She asked handing me a tissue. I handed her the test before wiping my nose.

"Does Larry know yet?" She asked. I shook my head in response. "I just figured it out and got the test today." Lisa nodded her head for a moment clearly in thought. "Wait right here." She said grabbing her phone from the coffee table. She came back in probably ten minutes later purse in hand and changed into casual clothes. "Come on were gonna meet a friend of mine at planned parenthood. Just to double check. And they'll give you information on your choices." She informed me. The two of us made our way out to Lisa's pickup truck silently.

"Are you mad?" I asked breaking the silence as we turned off the road. She sighed stopping at a red light and putting her hand on my shoulder. "A little disappointed maybe but never mad." She smiled. It didn't take very long for us to get there. There was a handful of protesters outside the building as well as a few people passing by who stared at me with the same look as the cashier earlier. Lisa wrapped her arm around me glaring at the others.

About an hour later I was exiting the clinic with a handful of pamphlets and brochures and my head spinning. "Do you have any thoughts on what to do?" Lisa asked me as we climbed into the car. "I think I should talk to Larry before I make any decision." I sighed leaning back into the seat. Lisa nodded and we drove back home.

"You should call your parents over for family dinner tonight. Once the other kids leave we can all sit down and talk." Lisa suggested. She was always so smart and caring. I knew she would be mentally freaking out so it meant a lot that she was being comforting. "I just hope they're as nice as you're being. Thank you so much Lisa." I said with a small smile. She smiled back as we pulled back to the apartments.

Once we got back to her apartment I hid the test and pamphlets in my bag. "Larry should be home any minute now if you wanna wait in the treehouse to talk to him. Just promise me you'll be careful climbing up there." She said softly. I nodded giving her a hug which she returned tightly. When we pulled apart she handed me a water bottle. "Drink this while you're waiting. After throwing up you need to make sure you stay hydrated. Especially with my grandbaby in your tummy." She smiled winking. I smiled grabbing the water before making my way out to the treehouse to wait for Larry.

I walked around the small treehouse admiring some of the polaroids and pictures that Larry painted. I smiled seeing one of Larry and I. Sal had taken just a month ago. Larry had his arms around me as we painted something. He was trying to teach me how he paints but really it came out as a mess on the canvas. "That's a good picture of us." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Larry standing there smiling at me. "Sure is. Look Larry I need to talk to you about something serious. Can we sit down?" I asked gesturing towards two beanbag seats he kept up here. He looked confused but nodded.

The two of us took a seat and I was suddenly nervous. We were only 16 we couldn't be parents. "Hey what's wrong (nickname)?" He asked grabbing my hand. I took a deep breath squeezing his hand before grabbing the test from my pocket. "I'm pregnant." I said simply despite the fear in my chest. Larry's eyes got wide and he grabbed the test from my hands. "Dude if this is a joke it's not funny." He said jumping up. By now the tears were starting to fall. "Its not a joke Larry." I sniffed standing up with him. "B-but how?" He asked running his hand through his messy long hair.

"I must've missed a pill or something."

"You missed a pill? How could you have missed a pill and not tell me!" He asked upset. "It happens Larry I don't know. But this isn't just my fault we did this."

"You're right sorry. What do you want to do have you made a decision on keeping it?"

"I don't know I wanted to talk to you."

"We're sixteen (Y/n) were too young."

"I know I know. But I don't think I want to abort it, it just sounds wrong. I believe women should have the right to choose but I don't want to abort our baby."

"Of course you don't I mean I wouldnt either if I was you. I don't know how I feel about adoption. I mean I love my mom and she did a great job but not knowing my dad and not knowing that part of myself was hard. I don't think I could do that to my kid. I always told myself I'd be there for my kid unlike him."

"That only leaves one option Larry."

He sighed looking at me for a moment before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. "Looks like we're gonna have this baby. If you're sure that is." He whispered holding me close. "I'm sure I want us to keep our baby." I replied. Larry pulled away a bit wiping away my tears. "Your mom went with me to the clinic and everything but we should go tell her we're keeping it." I told him looking up to meet his eyes. He honestly looked kind of happy. "Guess so much for strings attached huh." He joked laughing his melodic laugh. I laughed and we made our way out and back to the treehouse.

Ok that was it for the first chapter let me know what you think if you'd like but I'm definitely making it a series.

~Lex💛

[imagine-loki]

Books are better than People

TITLE: Books are better than People CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 13 AUTHOR: dance-in-moonlight ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine taking Loki to the biggest library in the world, The Tianjin Binhai Library in China. As soon as you walk in, he’s like a kid in a candy store as he doesn’t know where to start with 1.2 million books surrounding him… RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Guys I am so sorry it took so long again! I’ve had it written for ages but never found the time to upload it. So here you go,finally. Tell me what you think! (Also remember I publish this on my blog as well. Sometimes I say something about a delay there. And feel free to request other fics and oneshots,or ideas for this one  :}  )

ADDITION: You are Tony’s personal assistant.

“They are what?”

You felt the ground shaking beneath you as you processed the words. It concerned you on the edge of your conscience, but your mind was focused on other things.

“They are off to find a new place for their people”, Bruce repeated calmly. The ground was still shaking, but nobody seemed to notice. It occurred to you that it was in fact your legs giving in.

“But…they did not say anything about how to contact them? There must be a way, right?”

Bruce looked down in silence, and Natasha gave you one of those pitying glances.

“I didn’t get a chance to apologize”, you breathed into the room. When you had come into the building this morning, in search of Loki, you had found Natasha, Bruce and Clint in the community floor instead. You still couldn’t believe it. Two days ago you had had this stupid argument with Loki - in hindsight it hadn’t even been an argument, you had just screamed at him - and now he was somewhere in the universe with his brother, off to find a new home for the Æsir.

“What exactly happened?”, Clint interrupted your thoughts. He sat on the kitchen counter, eyeing the three of you. He held an enormous sandwich in his hand, a coffee mug in the other, and seemed incredibly relaxed. You could not relate, it felt like electricity ran through your veins. Ignoring Nat’s indignant ‘Clint!’ he tilted his head curiously.

“We…had a discussion.”

“Yeah but why were you so outraged? Sure, he’s a trickster ‘n’ stuff, but I thought you two got along?” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and your brows twitched a little.

“Barton, you’re making her uncomfortable”, Nat replied and leaned further back in her armchair. Bruce was still quietly fiddling with his fingers, he seemed to think about something.

“No he’s…hm. It’s stupid I suppose.”

They looked at you expectantly, so you had no choice.

“Okay, I, uh, am quite fond of Mister- of Tony. You know, he’s like…like a guardian or something, he has helped me a lot in the past and is always so nice and asks me when he has to make an important decision.” You made a break to see their reaction. Clint was eating again, Natasha had a pokerface, and you didn’t know whether Bruce was even listening.

“ Anyways…Loki understood that, and he was there for me that night in China-”, now Nat rose a brow,“ no no, not like that! He, uh…was nice. But back in New York he told Tony and I was - and still am - horrified that he might make fun of it or fires me…that things will be weird. As a result I was rude to Loki, although he had only tried to be nice. And now he’s out there thinking I hate him too, like everyone else. ”

You felt your stomach grew tighter and a sudden nausea overcame you.

“ Oh honey”, Natasha sighed and leaned forward to pet your head.

“I’m sure he understands that you were just hurt. If what you said about his past is true, he should know the situation.”

You nodded and gave your best effort to hold the tears back. You still felt beyond horrible, but them being so nice and helpful despite not liking Loki warmed your heart a little.

“You’re right. Next time I see Thor, I’ll ask him.” Even though it would take weeks, possibly months or years…

You felt an arm around your shoulder and the couch gave in next to you. Clint had come over and nodded at Nat’s words.

“Of course, don’t worry so much. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Maybe there’s another way.” You looked over at Bruce, surprised that he had listened.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone who might be able to get you to Loki…if he wants.” He frowned and mumbled something. That cryptic answer didn’t satisfy you.

“Who would that be?”

Bruce looked up to you.

“His name is Dr. Strange.”

They were quiet, as if the name meant something great. Who was that? A legend or something?

You had to interrupt the heavy silence.

“And his real name?”

“Dr. Stephen Strange”, Bruce replied with a sigh, as if he had to explain that on a daily basis.

“Oh. How, uh…convenient. And where do I find this man?”

Dr. Banner shrugged.

“I don’t know, I barely know him. He’s fought with us and I know he played a big role in the fight against the big purple…but I don’t know where he lives.”

“He’s what now?”

“Doesn’t matter”, Clint cut in.

“No no, every time I ask about this fight you change the-”

“You could ask Tony”, Nat interrupted, “I think he was at his place before.” With an internal sigh you took the bait.

“Of course he would…ugh, I guess I have to talk to him anyway. Hope this won’t get awkward.”

A few minutes later you made your way to Tony’s floor, although everything inside you told you to go back.

“Mister Stark? Do you have a minute, Sir?”, you asked with a knock on the open door. He was sitting on a couch in his private rooms, a magazine opened in his lap.

“Come in, I need your help first”, he said, eyes glued to the pages. A confused little frown sat on his forehead and you saw him drumming his fingers on his thigh.

“Of course, what can I do for you?” Surprised at his not-awkward behaviour you walked over until you stood behind the couch, looking over his shoulder.

“Which one of them, Y/N? Pepper made me chose and I am losing my mind.”

You took a closer look. It was a catalogue of baby articles, the particular side showed cribs in all shapes and colours.

“Aww they’re all adorable”, you smiled and tried to make out the best. They appeared in every shape and colour, and you easily understood Tony’s dilemma.

“This one, if you ask me. It looks pretty, but not silly.”

You pointed at a round wooden crib with little orange ornaments.

“Stark Jr will sleep like a little prince or princess in there.”

Tony nodded and smiled dreamily at the image you painted , making you warm and fuzzy inside. He deserved that so much after everything he’d been through, you were awfully happy for him.

“I suppose… Thank you. Um, anyway, you wanted something?” He turned his head to look at you. Still, there was no sign of a grin or a sarcastic comment. Either he didn’t care about it, or he noticed how uncomfortable the topic had made you.

“Yes…um…can you tell me where Dr. Strange lives?”

He rose his brows and tilted his head a little.

“Strange? How do you know him?”

“I don’t…he was…suggested for my kind of problem.”

“You have a…brain problem?”

“What? No”, you replied blushing, “I need to…can you just tell me?”

Tony seemed confused, but he nodded.

“Well, I trust you, but even if I tell you there’s no guarantee he’ll help. He’s a little special.”

“I can try, don’t you think?”

“Sure. I could give him a call to tell him I sent you.”

You beamed. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course, don’t be silly Y/N. You’re important to me.”

Your smile grew even brighter. He wrote down an adress and handed it to you, wishing you good luck again.

[likeadrug-ff]

T H R E E . O N E

L O N D Y N 

I smacked my teeth as my phone was going off the hook. Somebody was blowing me up so much that it fell off the nightstand. I roughly threw the covers from over my head and felt for my phone. Once I had it, it started to ring again. “What took you so long?” I sighed and threw myself back on the bed. “Maybe ‘cause I was sleeping boy.”

It had to have been at least two or three in the morning. It was still dark as fuck out. “Wake up mama.” I rolled onto my stomach and wrapped one arm around my pillow. “Im up baby, whats the matter?” I asked. “Im bout to come through after I make this slam,” I kind of left out the part about him being deep into the drug business. 

He started dealing our senior year of high school. I was the first to know and of course I didnt like it one bit. I begged him everyday to let it go but he was determined to make his money. “Ima be there in a hour.” I hung up and threw the phone next to me and drifted back to sleep. 

I felt a strong pair of arms slide around my bare waist and I instantly melted. My man was finally here. “You better not have no shit in my room.” He hugged me from behind and I felt that he was only in his boxers. “Only my book bag and weed.” Just when I thought I was going back to sleep he started grinding his dick onto my ass. I whined and tried pushing him back.

“Im tired Kaiden. Its four in the morning and I just went to sleep at one.” He went to leaving passion marks on my neck while using one hand to roll my nipple between his fingers. “Let me just slid in real quick. I need to bust.” Being that I was completely naked he grabbed my leg, lifted it in the air and pulled his dick out. 

He went to rubbing his dick all in my wetness and around my clit. His dick was so thick and long and I thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. “K-Kaiden.” 

Kaidens grip on my leg tightened as he pushed into me causing me to moan and shudder. “Its gon’ be quick mama.” Our bodies moved as one as he picked up his speed. “Dont stop. Dont..fucking..stop!” He covered my mouth as he pounded me from the back with no remorse. I was close. I felt it coming and so could he. In a matter of minutes we were both cumming. 

“Best quickie of my life.” He was practically panting breathlessly. “Aight you can go to sleep now.” Kissing me roughly on my cheek he pulled out but stayed close behind me. 

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“Lon baby? Its mama.” She knocked softly and I scurried out of bed. Kaiden huffed and turned on his stomach covering his whole body. I snatched my silk robe off the door and opened the door as I tied the straps. “Good morning.” I cleared my throat. “Hey mamas Rosey,” I had to side eye her. “I made everyone breakfast sandwiches. Including Mr. Kaiden.” She gave me her best ‘I knew it’ face. 

“Im going to be staying the night at the hospital, please dont forget to study. I need you to be ready before we can put you in the field mamas.” My mom is the head pediatric nurse and she took her job very serious. “I’ll get on it.” She kissed my cheek and said her I love yous before leaving the house. I closed the door and cleaned up the sprawled clothes from the floor. 

“Yo ya ass is moving like crazy.” I turned to see that Kaiden was now woke and watching my every move. “You look so beautiful, I heard moms cooked.” He clapped his hands together and rubbed them together afterwards. “Whats the plans for tonight? Why you aint talkin’? Oh cat got ya tongue huh?” I stood completely still. Its too early for these questions. Like I just woke the fuck up. 

“Im working all day, both jobs. I wont get home until its time to get ready for Loryns grand opening.” I raked my hands through my hair and walked back to the bed. He sat up against the headboard and patted his lap. Of course I made my way to him and got comfortable. “My lil brotha coming in town so I gotta pick him up, get him situated and then we’ll be on our way here.” 

“Sounds good?” I nodded my head then kissed him quickly before getting up and getting ready for work.

K A I D E N

“Move the fuck out the way then bitch.” I grumbled when some old bitch honked her horn at me. I was speeding towards Lolanis school. She called me at the last minute asking if I could come pick her up. Rolling up to the exact spot she sent me I seen her arguing with some nigga. So me being me, I immediately threw the car in park and jumped out making sure to slam the door.

Heads turned in the process but I aint give not one fuck. “Whats da problem?” When I say she looked back like she seen a ghost. I had to keep myself from laughing man. “What-How did you even get here that fast?” Who ever this nigga was , was grilling the fuck out of us. “So this the nigga that got you ignoring me? Must’ve been why you broke shit off too huh?” Lil Lo got a man? Well shit, had a man.

“Omari you know exactly why I ended shit between us! You think you can have your cake and eat it too? You had a whole baby on me and didnt give a shit to even tell me!” Well this shit here is awkward. I aint know if I should say something or just wait in the car. This what my ass get for getting out in the first place rather than just letting her know that I was here.

“Aye..Ima just go wait-” Lolani quickly held her hand up. “Its not gonna take long. So you’re just gonna stand there looking dumb?” I wanted to laugh but it wasn’t the right place nor time. Well neither was this argument they were having but hell, shit happens.

Right when I thought we could walk away he decides he want to start talking. And of course I couldn’t help my overly dramatic sigh. “Look Im sorry aight? I aint.. I aint mean to hurt you Lani.” I probably looked bout crazy going back and forth between them. “You aint no fucking sorry!” She made us both jump back as she bucked at him and talked through clenched teeth.

“You’re sorry that I found out. You’re sorry that we can no longer fuck and chill anymore! Im done Omari. I wish you the best of luck with your child and everything but please, Im begging you to please leave me alone ok?” She turned and strolled to the car with me on her heels.

L O L A N I

Heartbroken. Shattered. Fucked. I dont know how to feel at this moment. Omari was my first everything and I just cant believe he would do something like this to me. But he did. The ride to my house was very much silent like I needed it to be.

I needed to get my thoughts together. Try to understand this whole thing. The only man I’ve ever loved and let explore my body has betrayed me. “You aight Lil Lo?” This nigga just had to ruin the peace and quiet. I picked at my nails and shrugged. “No but I’ll be fine. I get over it one day.” When I looked over at him he gave me a small side small. “You will.”

Why couldn’t Omari be like Kaiden? Even before he made things official with Londyn he was always loyal and true to her in their friendship. “You have any brothers?” He screwed his face then we both busted out laughing. “Ok ok, take me serious Kaiden.” He was in the middle of rolling a backwood as we sat at the red light.

“I do, hes suppose to be coming down tonight for Loryns grand opening.” He licked the wood closed and searched for his lighter. Looking up he saw that the light had turned green and proceeded down the road. “But if you’on mind me saying, Ion think its a good idea to just try to jump into something new after what I witnessed today.”

I crossed my arms and looked out the window. “Just like ya stubborn ass sister. Just hear me out Lil Lo aight?” He sparked the blunt before talking again. “Today you only got a lil taste of how grimey niggas can really be. I just feel like you should focus on yaself and school right now. Dont get me wrong we all wanna see you happy and living life, but dont rush it. Thats all Im saying.”

I sunk in my seat. “Fine. At least let me meet him.” He gave me a thumbs up and hesitated on passing me the blunt. I laughed and took it from him. Just because Im a college girl doesn’t mean I dont have my fun. Just as he pulled in the drive way we finished the wood. “Thank you again Kaiden. Please dont tell Londyn about this, I’d never hear the end of it.”

I smiled and patted his shoulder before letting myself out. Letting myself into the house I headed up the stairs and straight to my room. Being a pastry chef was not easy. Some days I have to work overnight and sometimes I dont get a break. I went to pick out some set of bra and panties. Then I gathered everything I needed for a nice hot bubble bath.

[sburbian-sage]

Alchemiter + Food Production + Aspect Charges = The Worst Indigestion.

But to be fair, indigestion doesn’t make you explode or turn all your organs into bologna.

It is a well-known fact that SBURB doesn’t provide much in the way of food. The Healing Gels all provide nourishment, but they don’t taste like anything. If you want actual food, there’s few options.

Whatever you have in your house.

Food handed out on Derse/Prospit parties

Bugs that consorts find

Some sprites with high link stats have been known to cook. They know they’ll have to leave eventually, so they tend to cloister themselves and cook. For days on end.

And so long without food sucks. We all thought Alchemiter food would work, but it has trouble producing organic material. not that type of organic i would rather starve In spite of this, we’re still making breakthroughs in this respect, and are able to make cakes. Look around pitsblog and you’ll find hundreds of recipes and alchemy instructions.

But what I’m talking about is something else. It’s even more common knowledge that you can deck out your alchemy pad so it has higher chances of Elemental Alchemy. Elemental Alchemy is when an Aspect Charge goes into the item. Charged items have various effects. Blood items can talk, Rage items want to be used more, and Hope items leave. They just fly out and away. But it’s 100% possible for the charges to go into food. This is not good at all. The various charges have various effects, none of which are good.

For those who are forgetful, I will recite the effects of items and food with charges, so you know to be careful.

For those with morbid curiosity, buckle up.

Blood

Blood food, that sounds fun. Blood is about stability and bonds, so your items will never break. Ever. They also attune to people. They also have this weird quirk, in that they’re sentient. Your sword will talk and latch onto your personality. Be careful. Blood charged food is good because it bolsters your immune system and makes your skin harder. Downside? The food is alive.

So that’s a problem. Some want to be eaten, some don’t. But either way, you’ll probably feel bad.

Breath

Breath is about freedom and chaos. Items you make will either dissipate upon entry, or be highly destructive. Same for the food. You either get air (that admittedly smells good), or regular food. Eat it, and you will blow up. Air wells up inside and escapes into gore. Sick.

Void

Void is about nothingness. Void items don’t exist. Thats i

Mist

Mist is about replication and being. Items you make, there will be a lot of them. Sometimes they amalgamate, so creating a shitty sword that turns into several shitty swords that fuse into each other is a thing, and the stats stack, so what was once formerly 10 pieces of shit suddenly becomes a good option. Mist is the best for making food, as you either get more bang for your buck, or one superfood that will feed you in one bite. But eating too much superfood will make you vomit.

Heart

Heart is about identity, stepping down from a pedestal to introspect, and souls. Items you make will be bare versions that are easily modified, and have their souls on their sleeve. They may even be emotion oriented. As for food, I’ve never seen heart food, but i can only imagine it is the purest form of it. Which might mean you get individual parts. That’s kind of stupid.

Rage

Rage is about outward warping, command, and giving up your identity so you can focus on what needs to be done. Rage items are commanding. They want to be used. You’ll find yourself using a Rage weapon and it feels good. Soon enough, you’re Gollum. Rage food is probably worse, because you’ll either be addicted to the food you’re eating in a non-wholesome, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Meth way. Or you obsess over the food and starve because you never actually ate it. It will mess up your life.

Flow

Flow is FIRE! It heats things up and makes them intense. Items burn and make everything seem a bit more real. You’ll be manic all the time. The food you eat will be spicier, hotter, and the tastes are more distinct. Eating Flow food is a good idea because they make you more productive, and are kind of like anti-depressants. The only foreseeable problems are addiction, because this shit is basically Speed, and also spontaneous combustion.

Rhyme

Rhyme takes it slow. Mutes and cools down so you can appreciate it. Items are cod and make things a bit more muted. They’re good for calming down, and while they do things slow, they do it right. Rhyme food is cold, maybe even raw, but it’s basically the every-food version of a pot brownie. Not gonna lie, I used to do Rhyme food benders a lot in my early days. Just do it responsibly. I distinctly remember me and this troll were Rhymed, the muted, effective nature of it made us go from friend to one-night stand. Even worse, nothing actually happened. I made out with her horns and she tried to bucketfill my toilet. I declare Rhyme food to be the worst food.

Mind

Mind is about logical thinking, options, and it’s my native aspect. Mind homeboys, holla if you hear me. Items tend to be electric coded, and in colours and patterns that encourage thinking. Nice to wear, even if there’s no inherent bonus besides electrocution. The food almost always comes out in a diverse palette so you have options in your diet. And they’re still electric. But maybe a good shock can knock a cog in your brain use, so munch up, junior.

Fate

Fate is about instinct and inevitability. Fate items look okay, but you realize that you probably wanted it like this. They oft have arrows on them, and move fast in the direction of the arrow. Good weapons. The food is similar, in that it’s okay, but not what you wanted. And in the end, you like it. They also hone your instincts and make you feel like making more impulse decisions.

Might

Might is about strength and standing up to meet challenges. Might items seem weak, but when you face them with adversity, they get stronger. A Might shirt will just be a shirt, but if you get hit with a hammer, it tenses up to block the blow. Might knives will be dinky pieces of metal, but they will go to sword-levels of sharp when needed. But don’t eat the food. They don’t want to be eaten, and will fight as they go down. If you do manage to somehow digest it, then a grape can feed you fully.

Sand

Sand is the direct opposite of Might. Instead of rising to meet a challenge, it cuts the challenge down to your level. This means a Sand weapon will cut through armour like butter, and then suddenly suck. The food is worse than implied. You may think it makes you hungry so it can feed you just enough, right? Wrong. It meets your hunger and decides that the best way to meet the standards is to tear your insides to shreds. Sand food is instantly lethal. And it’s also about deception, so you’ll have a hard to impossible time of knowing what the item is or what you ate.

Doom

Doom is about decay and necessary rot for life. The items are poisonous, but they’re so good, they have to exist. The food is predictably poisonous. But Doom decays the taste, you you might think “okay so it didnt taste like poison so i guess im good” and then you die. Doom players, however, can eat it all they want. These guys can benefit from drinking bleach, poison heals them. But if they feed it to you saying that it needs to be eaten as a part of the cycle, slap their defeatist face.

Life

Life is about growth, and the travel from Doom to Life, and ending in Doom again. The food is actually good. It fails to be tasty most of the time, but what sandwich can heal physical wounds, wipe away bruises, and grow back fingers? The armour is good too. The only gripe is the weapons, they suck ass and actually heal the targets. And no, it still hurts. Smashing someone with a healing mace will make them cry from pain, but heal it so any wounds don’t happen. Speaking from experience, they’re not worth it unless you plan on torturing someone.

Dreams

Dreams is about thinking up stuff, and ordered creativity. The items look like art pieces and coloured like aesthetic moodboards. They tend to look silly, and their stats are okay, but they increase when you’re doing something innovative, or while asleep. So a good battle strategy is to go to sleep and have a Blood player animate your drooling body to kick ass. The clothing items make you dozy, but creative. Food is weird because it’s hallucinogenic, and you’ll see weird stuff, but if you need divine inspiration, it’s there. You might also act half-lucidly and do stuff in the heat of the episode. This is dangerous for time players.

Rain

Rain is about unstructured, outside-the-box thinking. Items looks STUPID, but by god are the stats godly. They also make you crazier, but a good kind of crazy. The food will make you lose your mind, and it is all kinds of freaky. If someone wants to make Rain stuff, watch out.

Light

Light is about freedom and luck. The items are all lucky and light, and may float away. But if they don’t, then say hello to a lot of luck. In fact, it’s common practice to make a lucky item, then use the luck to make a cheaper, luckier, better item, and keep on snowballing. You will have more luck than an orc bandit who found a 4-leaf clover and got lucky enough to find even more clovers, if you know what I’m saying. 

I’m saying you’ll get really lucky. 

The food is lucky too, but still freedom oriented, so your digestive track may get gaseous, leading to serious health risks.

Law

Law is about locking things down and fact. They are heavier, and you have less things to do with them, but what you CAN do is effective. You may be disallowed from blocking with a sword, but the strikes ring out crits all day. It locks out something so you have a greater chance of doing right. As for food, it is very particular about what it will and will not make. They will be specific shapes, and they will taste like what they should taste like. If you have any kitchen sticklers, they will turn into gourmet nazis basically, and become lethal serious chefs. The french could never be this serious about food. And they are also a lot heavier, so be careful, because it will sink into your stomach.

Time

Time is about the flow of time, and the inevitable end of all things. Time-oriented items have the ability to time travel. This is very good, but please, leave the time travelling to the time traveller. Time food will also time travel. So not eat them. It is a one-way trip and you have no way of knowing your destination.

Space

Space is about physical space and making something from nothing. Space items tend to be BIG, and also have the ability to teleport. I can be unsettling when you put on a fresh shirt, walk in to the bathroom, and oops, you’re in your friend’s kitchen. The weapons are good though, because they have inherently high velocity. So get ready to see body parts and grist fly. The food is also bigger, but has this odd tendency to not stay in your stomach. It might taste good and be filling, but then you’re hungry and a half-digested hunk of meat falls into your bed. Gross.

Hope

Hope is about rejecting everything and the beneficial powers of spite. Items you make will launch away at a very fast speed. Oops. If they don’t fly away, then grab it and use it. They make good weapons, but block as good as shields. There is virtually no difference between a tower shield and a rapier that is Hope-themed. The armour is top notch too. The food is good, and even if it looks rotted, is as good as if it weren’t. In fact, it actually tries to taste better if it’s rotted. However, Hope is still spiteful, and will give you indigestion. Fair warning though, some of these items have feathers on them. Incinerate immediately. Those are angel feathers. They provide Angelic Corruption. Unless you want to murder all your friends and commit suicide for some perceived ascendance, get rid of it. Now.

Stars

Stars is about accepting everything that comes to you and dealing with it. Items will come to you and cling. You can never get rid of these things unless you destroy them. But why would you? Sooner or later, you’ll fall into it and everything will work out. Star food will also show up and it wants to be eaten, but not in a creepy Blood way. It’s more psychological. When you eat it, you’ll be full for a long time. A bag of chips can probably sustain you for a day. Stars is good.

Sight

Sight is about symbolism and considering something from every angle. It’s a weird aspect, but an important one. The things you make are... odd. Like, a sword will be just a large edge, and shirts become chestplates and cloaks. It symbolizes everything, and that can be cool, but is also weird. The food is also symbolic. If it’s good tasting, it’ll look gold. If it’s bad, it actually looks like shit. If it’s plain, it’s a grey square. Regardless, eating them puts you into the Symbolism Fuckoff Zone. It’s freaky, but useful.

Sound

Sound is solidarity and focusing on what is. It makes thing literal and real. It has no documented effect on Alchemy. Fuck Sound.

Coins

Coins is about value and how you need to value something properly. Items are going to have good stats, and it’s going to take a lot of resources, even some you would overlook like basic grist or a ruler. The food is tasty too, and takes a combination of expensive ingredients, and basic ones. Never has ramen tasted this good.

Dust

Dust is about making the best out of nothing. Sometimes we don’t have pristine material, but Sburban Survivors Make Do. The items will be top notch, but costs not that much. A wooden sword can cut though steel. The food however, is not that great. It’s always a cube of protein that tastes like nothing, but is filling. Any comrades who play this game can use this as the gruel to feed your other comrades for cheap.

Joy

Joy is about feeling sure, and how you need to spend less time worrying just dive in. And because irony is fun like that, Joy items are dangerous. It’s been tested, Joy has a rather direct link with Zilly items and the Saccharine Doppelgangers. You can make items, and they feel right. Roll with it. But the second it looks Zilly, nuke it. Food is a little worse. Regular Joy-charged food will make you feel sure you could and should eat it. Even if it’s toxic. And once you start, you won’t stop. They're like pringles, you can’t have just one. And eventually, you’ll make a Zilly Snack. NEVER, EVER, EVER, eat a Zilly snack. I don’t care if you can see your ribs and taste your own stomach, it’s NOT WORTH IT. 

Doubt

Doubt is about feeling nervous, and the safety of being unsure. Items charged with Doubt will make people uncomfortable, allowing you to get more hits in as they cower. However, you will have to face the fact that holding onto this thing feels weird. Even funnier and worse if it’s food. You will look at your soup like no other. Sitting on your plate is an Anxiety Donut. If you work up the nerve to eat it, you will feel dread like no other. Nothing will feel right, and you will sit on the floor and cry. It is not fun.

[peterpparkrr]

Changing the Tide: An Avengers Fanfic (5/7)

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the new girl in town and also reconciling with the death of her twin brother, Pietro. As she starts to navigate her new life she manages to stumble into friendship with a group of teens who are surprisingly similar to her

A/N: This is basically just a highschoolAU for the Avengers without powers.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

The next day Wanda got to school earlier. She made sure to keep her head down as she walked the hallways before first hour. If she was going to make sure that Clint and the others left her alone she was going to make it as hard as possible for them to try and talk to her.

She made sure to walk into History seconds before the final bell rang. Wanda handed Thor back his notebook. She had started with the notes last night and copied down all ten pages of his notes in a few hours.

“Thanks,” She said, trying to be kind yet distant, before Thor could try to say anything Mr. Coulson was starting class and Wanda felt like she had jumped the first hurdle of the day.

After class Wanda got up and was out the door before Thor could register that she was gone.

Biology was much harder. Wanda had taken her time walking to the room but when she got there Steve was sitting at their table, waiting for her. She smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to do, the only other open spot in the room was next to Tony, which didn’t exactly seem like a more preferable option. When she sat down Steve tried to catch her eye.

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t see being kind to you as some sort of job I got put up to.”

“Okay,” Wanda replied, her tone neutral. Wanda wasn’t sure if she could trust Steve, she barely knew him after all, she barely knew any of these people. Wanda had never trusted anyone other than Pietro and she still wasn’t ready to admit that she was alone now.

Steve left her alone for the rest of the hour. Her conversation with Natasha during french was very similar, though Natasha admitted that Clint was stupid a lot of the time, but added that Wanda would be stupid to ignore that he was trying to do the right thing.

Philosophy was more of the same, Steve lefter alone (so did everyone else) but it was after philosophy that Wanda realized that she was going to have a problem. She didn’t have anyone to sit with at lunch. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, Wanda had always sat with Pietro or by herself (at her old school she had essentially been invisible) but when she walked through the hallway to the lunchroom and noticed people were watching her it was then that Wanda had somehow gotten mixed up with the most popular kids in school.

Normally Wanda avoided popular kids like the plague, unfortunately, Wanda hadn’t realized that they were popular, at her old school the popular kids had been the rich kids who could have parties and nice clothes or the varsity players. These guys weren’t who he would have assumed to be the popular kids, sure, Tony was rich and his dad was famous, and Thor and Steve were super athletic, but he could barely see them being friends with each other, let alone people like Bruce or Natasha.

However, before Wanda could worry more about who she was going to eat with Steve was next to her, “Are you going to eat with us?” He asked.

“Um...yeah,” Wanda replied. She could tell that Steve was surprised by her response but he tried to not look to pleased.

When they got to their table everyone tried to be nice to Wanda without making it too obvious. Wanda almost felt worse because of the fact that they were treating her like a rabbit that they didn’t want to scare away than she had yesterday when she felt like they were all pretending to be nice to her.

Maybe Wanda had over-reacted? Should she just let go of her assumptions and let them in?

No.

At least, not yet.

Wanda stayed silent for most of lunch, after everyone relaxed slightly the conversations started up like normal and Wanda listened quietly while she picked at the sad excuse for a sandwich she had made herself before leaving the house. She didn’t even like turkey, so why had she slapped three pieces of it on the bread she had found in the pantry? Wanda was so wrapped up thinking about her poor sandwich making skills that she didn’t notice when Clint sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said, breaking Wanda out of her train of thought, she looked up, no one else was listening to them, they all had their own conversations going.

“Okay,” Wanda replied. She hadn’t really forgiven Clint for what he had said, but Wanda wasn’t exactly one to hold grudges - at least not outwardly. The internal battle Wanda was having was fierce. She had always been a fighter, but right now she just wanted to give up.

Wanda couldn’t help but think back to being at the hospital after Pietro’s accident. When Clint found her she was hiding in the storage closet bawling her eyes out.

“Um… can I help you?” a boy about her age asked. Wanda looked up, startled by the intruder before she realized that she was the one who wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Sorry, I just- How could I have let this happen? It’s all my fault.” Wanda sobbed.

“What?” He asked, crouching down next to her.

“M-my brother was in a car accident, he’s in the ICU right now,” Wanda told him, “They don’t know if he’s going to make it.”

“I’m still not seeing how this is your fault,” He said gently.

“I was the one who told him leave.” Wanda cried, “We needed milk, I told him to just go find some, so he did and then he ran a red light a few blocks from our house. He got T-boned and now he’s here.”

"Hey, look at me. It’s your fault, it’s his fault, it’s the other driver’s fault, who cares." he replied, “Sitting here is going to change what happened.”

“They won’t let me or our parents back to see him,” Wanda said, pulling her hands away from her face.

“Oh, well I can probably sneak you into his room,” he replied nonchalantly as he stood up and held out his hand to help her up.

“Really, you would do that for me?” Wanda asked him as she got to her feet.

“Sure, as long as we don’t get caught.” He replied with a wink before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the closet.

The two of them snuck down the hallway and around a few doctors into the ICU.

“What’s his name?” The boy had asked her when they got to a nurses station.

“Pietro Maximoff,” She replied quickly, glancing around nervously.

“Hey, if you keep looking around like you’re not supposed to be here they’ll realize that you’re not and kick you out.” He told her while typing into the computer.

“Right, sorry,” She replied.

“Room 324,” He announced, looking up from the computer, “Right this way.”

Wanda nodded and followed him down the hallway.

“You can’t go in, unfortunately because there’s a bunch of nurses right now, but you can look into the room,” He told her while they walked briskly, “Are you ready for this?” He asked her, glancing sidelong at her.

“Yes,” she answered definitively.

“Well, this is it.” he said, gesturing to the room number next to the door right in front of him, “You’ve probably got five or six minutes until his doctors come back.”

Wanda nodded and walked up to the doorway. She hadn’t know what to expect, but she figured it would be something like on all of those doctor shows on TV, that Dr. McDreamy would be bossing around people and her family would be able to go home by the end of the episode.

That’s not really what it was like.

I mean, there was a nurse who seemed busy enough, but she hadn’t realize that he was actually hooked up to tons of machines, everything about the situation seemed wrong and -painful-. Wanda could barely see Pietro’s face, there were so many wires and tubes connected to it.

After what had felt like mere seconds to Wanda at the time but must have been several minutes in reality she had felt the hand of the boy on his shoulder.

“We need to go now,” He told her, his voice soft.

“No.”

“If we don’t I’m going to lose my job.”

Wanda sighed and turned away from her brother’s body.

At the time Wanda hadn’t know that would be the last time she would see her twin’s body while he was still alive.

“No, like I’m really sorry about what I said yesterday, that was super out of line,” Clint replied, snapping Wanda back into reality.

“You were there for me when no one else was, you have no idea how much that meant to me, I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” Wanda said, dutifully examining the bread of her sandwich so she wouldn’t have to look at him, “It’s just...I haven’t really talked about Pietro since it happened. I can’t.”

“That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about. Just know that whenever you’re ready, I’m here - we’re all here for you.” He said, “Even Tony, especially Tony.”

“Thanks, can we just drop it for now?”

“Of course,” Clint said with a slight smile, taking a bite of his lunch, “How are your classes? Catching up?” He asked through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, I’ve had to do work every chance I get though, these teachers really do not take it easy do they?”

Steve looked over at Wanda when she said that, “That reminds me, we have a Philosophy study group that meets every Thursday after school to hash out ideas and help with the essays and stuff, you should join.”

Wanda nodded, “Oh, awesome, that would be a huge help.”

“And we all tend to get together every afternoon at someone’s house to do homework and hang out,” Clint added, “So you have a standing invitation for that too, we don’t always get a lot of work done though, so just know that if you show up you’re going to get distracted any time you try to do actual work.”

Wanda laughed slightly, “Okay.”

“We always figure it out in the groupchat, Peggy interjected, “can I add you?”

“Um.. sure,” Wanda replied, quickly rattling off her phone number as Peggy typed it into her phone. The moment Peggy was done Wanda heard her phone start pinging and pulled it out of her backpack.

(216)355-7654 (12:42) Omg is the new number wanda???

(216)355-7654 (12:42) heyyy wanda

(216)787-3584 (12:42) Yes. You heard our conversation, please stop texting the group chat for stupid reasons.

(216)355-7654 (12:42) sorry peg. Luv youuuuu

(216)651-4599 (12:43) we’re all sitting at the same table just talk to each other

“Um...” Wanda muttered.

“Here,” Clint said, putting his hand out, “I’ll but everyone’s contacts in so you know who’s who.”

Wanda nodded and handed her phone over to him. After a few minutes Clint handed her phone back and Wanda scrolled through to see the names of everyone at the table were now added into her phone, along with a few that she didn’t recognize.

“Who are these other people?” Wanda asked, pointing to their names.

“Oh, those are a few of our other friends, they don’t have this lunch though. Peter Parker is Tony’s stalker, Sam Wilson is Steve’s best friend, Hank Pym is another science nerd, I don’t really know why we need another one but I guess he’s cool, T’Challa’s another one of the exchange students, Carol Danvers is a badass who can do whatever she wants, and Bucky Barnes is basically Steve’s boyfriend.”

Wanda was still trying to take in all of this information in order to make sure she’d remember who everyone was, “I thought Steve and Peggy were…” Wanda replied, confused.

“No one really knows which one he’s actually interested in,” Clint replied, offhandedly, “Well, do you think you’ll come over this afternoon? Study group is at my house.”

“Sure, it’s not like I have anything else to do.” Wanda replied with a slight smirk.

[cisco-fics-4-all]

Lose This Number

So this was an anonymous request for: “Reader and Cisco are together, but Reader’s ex won’t leave her alone (not harassing but just continuously asking how she is etc). Cisco is jealous and finally one day he snaps and does the whole “who is this? This is Y/N’s boyfriend” cliche text message thing? And the rest is up to you. Thank you! :)“. Hope you guys like it!

*Buzz buzz buzz*

You glanced down at your phone, the screen facing upwards as it lay on the bathroom counter while you brushed your hair. The contact picture was tiny, set in the upper left hand corner of the preview pop up window, but you recognized it instantly, without even having to look at the contact name across the top. A groan left you, one of those ‘are you freaking kidding me?’ groans that told anyone within earshot you were so done with it’s cause. You set your brush down, opening the message and rolling your eyes immediately at it’s contents: From: Cracker Jack Hey Peanut, hows it going? That stuid fucking nickname. He’d chosen it for you after a cute fight you’d had with him, you had told him he was crazier than a box of cracker jacks, and he’d countered by calling you nuttier than peanut butter, and the name just stuck. It was fine for him to call you that while you had been dating, but he was you EX now, and whenever he used it these days, it just annoyed you. Reply: Cracker Jack Fine. Can’t talk right now, getting ready for work. It wasn’t a lie exactly, you were getting ready to go to work with Cisco, your current boyfriend and roommate, but working at Star Labs these days meant you didn’t really have a scheduled shift, you sorta just showed up and waited for the madness to end, or at least die to a manageable level. You didn’t even have time to set your phone down before he responded, and it took all your restraint not to throw your phone across the bathroom. From: Cracker Jack Sorry, my bad. Hey you wanna meet up for lunch later? I haven’t seen you in ages. “No I don’t want to meet up for lunch later, theres a reason you haven’t seen me in ages you idiot, i’ve been avoiding you!” you hissed as you typed out your response. Reply: Cracker JackCan’t, work has been crazy this week, gotta work through lunch to catch up. It was a vague enough answer that you hoped he would get the hint, but wouldn’t be offended by you effectively dicking him around until he lost interest. You didn’t know why you cared anymore, it wasn’t like you still had feelings for the guy, he was too clingy, and he was also kind of a wuss, you had been the one to break things off after he failed to stand up for you in a bar one night, choosing to let some creep with wandering hands intimidate him into leaving the bar altogether. It wasn’t that you had wanted him to take a beating for your honor, but it was like he had no backbone without you, and you just weren’t comfortable being in a relationship where you had to be the dominant one all the time. Still, you didnt want to out and out tell him to fuck off, because while he hadn’t been a stellar boyfriend, he hadn’t exactly been an asshole either, you just hadn’t anticipated that he’d hang on this long after both had spilt. You managed to set your phone down, and finish with your hair before your phone buzzed again: From: Cracker Jack Maybe tomorrow then? Or how about this weekend, it’s half price at that noodle place we love… You groaned again. “Oh take a fucking hint already!” you whined in frustration. “I’m going to assume you’re not screaming at your toothbrush,” Cisco’s voice came through, muffled by the closed bathroom door. You sighed, mentally groaning at the fact that he’d overheard you. “No, I’m just…it’s nothing, don’t worry about it babe,” you assured him, deciding to ignore the message, hoping that if it took you ages to reply, he’d give up. You finished getting ready, and emerged from the bathroom with a smile, hoping Cisco wouldn’t mention your not so secret outburst. He didn’t, he just smiled back at you and gave you a kiss. “I made us lunches!” he announced, holding up two paper bags with doodles of space ships and cats on them, “it’s just leftovers from last night smushed into a sandwich, with some baby carrots and apple sauce, but still you said we should cut down on how much take out we eat, so I’m making an effort.” You chuckled, taking one of the bags from him before pecking him on the cheek. “That is so sweet, thank you babe,” you said, inspecting his doodles further, “did you cut the crusts of the sandwiches too?” you teased him lightly. “Nope,” he replied with a smirk, “but I did build tiny stick critters out of the baby carrots,” he grinned, “I got bored while you were in the bathroom.” You laughed at him. “You know, sometimes I wonder, if you’re really twenty eight, or if you’re just a twelve year old with excessive growth hormones or something.” “I believe the term you’re looking for, it manchild,” he clarified, “and yes, I am one, you knew that when we started dating,” he moved in close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he whispered, “but I’ve never heard you complaining, especially in the bedroom.” You nodded, smirking back at him. “Well, that’s because, there’s nothing little about you in the bedroom.” It was Cisco’s turn to laugh then. “Ooh, nice save,” he commented quietly, “but we should probably get going, before this turns into weird porno dialogue, yeah?” You giggled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, probably.” You both left, Cisco driving while you read off the specs for your latest project together from his tablet. By the time you arrived at Star Labs, you’d practically forgotten about your stupid EX, and you were ready to get to work, fighting criminals, and building cool stuff, just like every other day. At lunch, you discovered that Cisco’s carefuly crafted carrot critters had fallen apart somewhat, but were still pretty fun to play with until… *Buzz buzz buzz* You froze, mid attack from your carrot-o-saurus on your leftover sandwich, and glanced at your phone. Of course it was him, who else would it be? Barry was on patrol, Cisco was in the breakroom making coffee, and Iris, Joe, and Wally were having lunch with Cecile and her daughter again. Caitlin was the only one who might text you, but she was upstairs in the med lab, and was a firm believer in face to face communication if you were both in the same building. No, it had to be him. You opened the message and sighed, reading his unassumingly gentle message, prompting you to reply:

From: Cracker Jack Hey Peanut, what’s the word on noodles?

“The word is no! It’s obviously no! Why don’t you get it?! No no no!” You growled at your phone, deciding to ignore his message again, and suddenly finding yourself disinterested in your carrot-o-saurus. “Don’t like the sandwich?” Cisco asked from the doorway, frowning at your curiously as you fumed at your lunch. “What? Oh, no… I dunno actually, I haven’t tried it,” you replied as he entered the workshop more fully, “I was just…yelling at my phone.” You mumbled the last part, but Cisco heard you. “Something wrong with it?” he asked, setting a bottle of water in front of you, “I could probably fix it for you.” You shook your head. “The only thing wrong with it, is that it keeps receiving messages from people I don’t wanna talk to.” Cisco frowned again. “Who don’t you wanna talk to?” he asked, and you really didn’t want to have this conversation, but now you couldn’t avoid it or it would make things worse. “My EX,” you sighed in reply, “he’s not like…harrassing me or anything, he just…I dunno, he keeps asking me how I’m doing and stuff, which is nice I guess, but it’s literally like…every day y’know? And I don’t want to tell him to leave me alone, because he’s a nice guy, but at the same time, he hasn’t left me alone since we broke up, and it’s just -” “You want him to leave you alone so you can finally have some closure about the break up?” Cisco offered, to which you nodded vaguely. “Yeah,” you agreed, “I guess, something like that.” You pouted sofly at him, “I just feel like he needs the closure, and he’s refusing to let himself have it, if that makes any sense?” Cisco nodded. “Yeah, but hey I can’t say I blame him,” he leaned in and kissed your temple, “I wouldn’t want to let you go either.” You couldn’t help but smile at that, the irritation from your EX’s text fading away somewhat. “Well lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere,” you told him, “where else am I gonna find me a man, who will build me a tiny dinosaur out of baby carrots for my lunch?” Cisco grinned. “Well you know what they say, the fastest way to a woman’s heart, is food figurines,” he opened his own water bottle and took a swig, “I bet you’d lose your mind if I got you one of those blocks of butter carved like a turkey.” You began laughing heartily at that, and he joined you, picking up one of the other carrot critters he’d made you, and using it to attack your carrot-o-saur. It was barely past sunset when you and Cisco left for the day, deciding that you were going to try to cook dinner together as part of your plan to cut down on take out food. You made it through an entire trip to the grocery store, and halfway through cooking dinner, before your phone went off again, this time, with a very familiar ringtone. You couldn’t believe it. Well no, that wasn’t true, you could believe it, you weren’t really surprised, after all, your EX was clearly awful at taking any kind of hint whatsoever. You left the kitchen and answered, Cisco’s curious eyes following you as he continued to cook. “Hey peanut!” he greeted you, “sorry if I caught you at a bad time, but you didn’t respond to my texts, so I thought you might not be getting them-” “I got your text messages,” you cut him off, “I just didn’t respond because I thought you would get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to you!” There was a pause before he resonded. “Ok, I’m sorry peanut, I didn’t realize we weren’t on speaking terms anymore,” he said in a sad little tone, “I mean you said we could still be friends, I…what changed? Did I do something?” You sighed, already feeling guilty for snapping at him. “Look, I just…we broke up, but ever since then, you haven’t stopped texting me, and it feels like, you don’t get that we’re not together anymore. I mean its been ages, I’ve moved on, I have a boyfriend now, we live together-” You didn’t get a chance to finish your statement, a gentle hand covering yours, and taking the phone from you. Cisco put your phone up to his ear, a stern expression on his face as he asked, “Who is this?” You couldn’t hear your EX’s reply, but you were sure it was a nervous one as Cisco nodded. “Ok ‘yourEx’sname’, it’s nice that you care about Y/N, and want to be sure she’s ok, but this is her boyfriend speaking, and I’m pretty sure I can do a fine job of looking after her all on my own, ok?” There was a moment of silence from Cisco as he listened to your EX respond, then his eyes narrowed, and his lips curled up in a tight little smile. “Listen buddy, I don’t care if you think I’m a controlling asshole or not, I’ve never met you, I hope I never have to, but I’m telling you right now, if you contact Y/N again, I will be having a very long conversation with my friends at the CCPD about your stalker like behavior, and then I’ll be talking to a lawyer, who I’m sure will be thrilled to write up a restraining order for you. So if I were you, I would lose this number, and probably think about the definition of the words ‘desparate’, and ‘pendejo’. That last one is in Spanish, so you might have to translate it first, but either way, bye.” He hung up the phone and held it away from him, taking a breath before he looked at you. “Cisco, what-” you began, but he shook his head, and you stopped. “I know, it wasn’t my place to intervene, and I probably should have asked if you wanted me to handle it first,” he handed your phone back to you, “but you seemed to be really irritated by this guy, and from what I found when I looked him up, he needed a firm rejection or he wasn’t gonna stop. You blinked at him in surprise, taking your phone from his hand slowly. “You…you looked him up?” you asked, “how did you look him up? I didn’t tell you his name or anyth-” “Facebook,” he replied easily, “I scrolled through your page and saw you had a bunch of pictures with the guy, then on one of the pics it said ‘I love my Cracker Jack’ while he was kissing your cheek, so I did some minor hacking-” “You hacked him?!” You gasped. Cisco shrugged, “Only a little,” he admit, “any way, I did some minor hacking, and found out he has a restraining order against him from another girl who said he wouldn’t stop contacting her after they broke up, so when you answered the call, I figured I’d use a few buzz words to catch his attention, and scare him off.” You stared at Cisco for a moment in something akin to awe. “You hacked into his computer because he was bothering me?” you repeated quietly, taking a step or two towards him. “Well…yeah,” Cisco confirmed, “but like I said, it was only a little hack…a baby hack…like under a the serving size that this guy deserv-mm.” You muffled the rest of his words with a kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he did the same to you. When you broke apart, you smiled at him. “That is so sweet baby,” you told him, “you’re my hero.” Cisco grinned at that. “That’s my job babe,” he said stoically, “fight crime, keep Barry’s suit from falling apart, and hack the computers of creeps who bother my beautiful girlfriend.” He kissed you again, soft and sweet. You really loved how effortlessly wonderful Cisco could be. When he pulled back this time, he tapped you on the nose. “Now, what do you say we finish making dinner, and watch a movie together, hmn?” You nodded. “Deal,” you agreed, “but I get to pick the movie.” Cisco snorted. “I just got Mr. Creepy to stop texting you, I think I earned movie rights for the night sugar butt.” You shook your head at the use of the name ‘sugar butt’, wondering where on earth that had come from. But it didn’t matter, at least it was better than Peanut…

[multifandomwaifu]

Valentine’s Day with the Peaky Blinders

[HOW THE HECK I GOT 2K+ ON THIS POORLY WRITTEN THING!?!??!?!?TY FOR ALL THE LOVE OMG GUYS ;A;]

Wah, I didnt know there are so many people that still liked this fandom nvn

I’m so happy my first imagine of this show got so much love and support, thank you guys and also have a happy Valentine’s Day even if I’ll be at work and then come back home and cry alone with a box of chocolate and strawberries.

Enjoy~! <3 

Thomas Shelby

Lips pressed against your temple, fingers laced together while you two cuddled in bed, enjoying each other's warmth and company.

Valentine's day was today and Tommy decided to make it romantic, kicking everyone out of the house and made it a day only for you two to spend together.

Candles lighted up all around the room, rose petals sprawled everywhere while a big heart that was drawn out of them in the middle of the bed.

When you had came home and found that there, you thought it was a joke but finding Tommy sitting in the middle of the rose petals heart with a champagne in one hand and two glasses in his free hand, you knew it wasnt' a joke.

When it comes to romance or dates, Tommy would do anything to please you, even becoming a hopeless romantic to please his woman.

Arthur Shelby

We all know that Arthur was never one for romance, all this mushy things that would make your knees week and your heart throb, but when it came to you, it all changes.

You found him home, pacing around the room before he noticed you, rushing to your side, spinning you around in his arms before having a giant boquet or roses shoved in your face while his eyes averted somewhere else with a simple mumble of 'I love you and all that shit and I know you like roses, so here' .

The gesture was something to make you break into a smile since Arthur tried to become a better man and quit his fighting and drinking habits thought a little glance at the table told you that he already drank half a bottle of wine, probably to man up and give you the flowers.

John Shelby

John always surprised you with something, from flowers, to chocolate and even skipping work so he could take you out and see the pictures.

Today was special and for such a special occasion, he had reserved the theatre for you guys all evening, letting you enjoy the movies you adore and keep sharing deep and passionate kisses once in a while, holding hands and fighting with popcorn when the movie got too cheesy.

When the evening was over and you guys left the pictures, you had asked him why he keeps loving you so much, him pausing in helping you get your coat back on only to press a loving kiss to your neck and smirk.

"Can't a husband love his wife and the mother of his children?"He simply replied only to laugh at the red color surfacing on your cheeks.

Michael Gray

Michael had decided since it was Valentine's day, to take you out and what better way then with a picnic in the park nearby the house you two shared.

Basket in one hand while his free one held yours, fingers laced together while your cheek pressed against his forearm (since you barely reached his shoulders) and enjoying the silent walk you two had.

Once at the park, he had set down a red blanket with dark lines and yellow flowers designs making you snicker at his choice of blanket only to sit down, letting him take out the sandwiches and drinks he had bought before a red box caught your eye making you open your mouth to ask the male what is that only to gasp, hand moving to press against your open mouth while you stared in shock at Michael getting on one knee and showing you the content of the box.

"I know it's cheesy being Valentines Day and everything..but would you do the honors of being Miss Gray from now on?"He asked with a gentle smile.

Finn Shelby

When Finn wasn't taking his drugs and copying his brothers, he was quite gentle and shy when it come to romance and you were sure he had asked his bigger brothers for tips since right now you were on your way to the circus that you always wanted to see since you were a child. Excitement being evident on your face while you kept shifting in your chair like a hyper child.

"You know this circus comes only once every three years?"You asked, licking your dry lips only to lean and peck the male's cheek, giggling when they became a dark red while Finn glanced at you and then back at the road, mumbling he knew that only to add he will even take you backstage so you can meet the performers after the show.

That just made you squeal out in happiness, hands wrapping around Finn's neck to give him a giant hug only to chirp he was the best boyfriend before you leaned back, letting the male keep driving while cooing over his rosy cheeks and how he kept unbuttoning the collar of his shirt to cool down.

Isaiah Jesus

Isaiah loved to treat you like a princess and with everything he did or does, he wants to make it be seen by his close group of friends and even the guys that dear to go against the Peaky Blinders.

During Valentines Day, he had came early at your job, wrapping his arms around your waist while placing open mouth kisses on your neck, squeezing you closer before placing a wrapped up box with a bow in your hands, mumbling he had bought you that expensive Belgian chocolate you craved for weeks.

"I knew you wanted it, so I bought it. Only the finest for my girl."He would mumble, nibbled your earlobe while you unwrapped the box and smile at the chocolate inside, picking one up and press it against Isaiah's lips only to blush when he bit down on it and lick his lips before he leaned to kiss you, grunting when you tried to pry his lips open so you could take the chocolate for yourself.

Alfred ‘Alfie’ Solomons

Since Alfie owned a bakery, he always made you the best treats in town and since it was Valentines Day, it was a much more special day then the others.

Coming home and finding all those freshly baked sweets on your kitchen table only to make you raise an eyebrow hearing thumbs from upstairs making a smile break on your lips.

Once upstairs, you found Alfie cussing while kicking the side of your bed, mumbling more profanaties only to pause when he heard your giggles making him turn around and give you a gentle glare.

"[Y/N], you're home earlier...I wanted to wrap your stupid mutt up in ribbons and have him bring the sweets to you but he bit me and then I---"His words were cut off by your lips pressed against his, gripping the front of his jacket to keep him closer and hum, leaning back and snicker that he was being an idiot right now.

"Boxer will never let you touch him..We both know he started hating you the moment he walked on us having sex..I think we scarred my dog for life."You laughed, combing your fingers through Alfie's hair only to press a gentle kiss to his neck and whisper for him to go downstairs and get the sweets and then come back and close the door.

"Lock it too..I want to eat those sweets off your body."You cooed while watching Alfie with dark eyes and smirk when he walked to the door only to hiss when you slapped his bottom and wave at him from your bed.

[unsean-blog]

Chriss

I usually tell people and myself, that im not really close to my family and that they don’t mean as much to me as most people. They assume we have issues... but we dont.. I have an amazing family when compared to most familys actually. Everyone cares for each other and makes time for special occasions to see each other. We do have a few clash in personalitys but its great compared to most, and no drams or fights. When I read my text messages on break from work the other night, I saw a text from my mum, a long one as usual so i didnt really read it through, she always sends me long boring texts messages i dont care about. But i got a few key words and read it back in full... It read, that my Aunty Chriss was critically ill... and that they didn't expect her to make it through till mid morning. I continued to eat my sourdough roll which i had toasted in the sandwich press with ham and maasdam cheese i bought from the deli. I was thinking how maybe I should of bought a tomato too for the sandwich, and how that would of complimented it.  It wasn’t untill i was leaving the tea room from break and walking down the stairs, till I fully realized what that text really meant.   I realized that someones life was about to end.... and there was nothing I could do about it. That that person has always done good towards others, and how much they helped me growing up. How that person was my Neighbor for all my childhood till I moved out of home. How I did all those terrible things to them as a child but they always forgave me.... When I image her, it is always of her smiling, even when I knew she was going through such hardships in life... she always had a smile.  When my farther died when i was 5, I remember staying with them. They were so nice to me and treated me just like one of their own.  When i returned to work, I asked to leave for 5 minutes to call my mum. I wanted to ask my mum about visiting my Aunty in hospital after my shift. I sat down in the store’s cafe, luckily no one was around. and my mum explained how it got this bad. I knew she was diagnosed with an auto immune disease a few months ago, but I never considered that it would be serious. Her last month she was in hospital, my mum didnt mention it to me because she didnt think it would be real serious either. Apparently she had some growths on her liver that acted like cancer and kept growing, and that she kept having internal bleeding, that they had to keep cutting things out, and how she is now, they left the stitchs open as they knew there was no point.  I felt warm tears going down my face, which surprised me. I didnt feel like crying but yet I was, I couldn't stop it. My supervisor noticed my phone call was taking me awhile and handed me a water, realizing that I just needed some space.  Chris wasn’t just an Aunty, she was a truly amazing and caring women, who left way too early. She would work hard on the farm next door to me with her husband, and loved all animals. She would try to nurse any sick animal back to health when putting it down would of been far cheaper and less time consuming. When it was the 10 year drought, and they couldn't afford anything to feed the cows but hay, we all could see their suffering. It was a time where farms that were inherited in the family for 100+ years were closing down and being sold, and farmers taking their own lives. They survived past it, but barely. They felt the pain of the animals but knew there was nothing more they could do to help them.  In primary school my mum had episodes of depression, from my farther passing and a mix of her anxiety. She would sometimes talk to herself and yell and we would throw things at each other. one day I missed the bus, Chriss and Owen next door noticed I didnt get on, as the stop was in front of their house. My mum refused to drive me to school or the next bus stop. Chriss later came over on a horse, bare backed, she must of gotten on right away, and appeared at the front door, yelled out and said “im taking gabi to school!” my mum came out and yelled at her to leave saying it had nothing to do with her. She ignored my mum and said calmly to me “come on Gabi, lets go! grab your bag :) “ I got on the pony she brought with her, and we rode off to school together . We parked the horses in a car park right by the entrance gate of the school.  I was so happy, and had one of the best school days I had in awhile.    Other times when my mum was having bad times, I stayed with their family, went out into the town with them, just to do normal things. Probably the first time I got to experience what it was like to be in a real family. I had no siblings, it was just my mum in my immediate family, and she was only half ever there. My cousin Trikkel taught me how to type on the Nokia phones they had back then which were still new.  I also helped them on their farm a few times and although she didnt want me to be in danger, I really wanted to help them. She taught me how to milk and how to ride the 4 wheel bike. I also got electrocuted a few times... but I guess thats the easiest way to find out which fences are turned on and which arnt XD To think that someone who i saw only a few months ago, who seemed healthy and fine to me, from across the table, would now be cold.. lifeless.. gone. That i would never be able to speak to her again, never be able to tell how how grateful I am for all she has done to help me. I never got to see her in hospital.. and I will always regret it. How can someone whos heart is so large, and has never done wrong by anyone have to leave so suddenly? Why does life always take away the best people?   She passed away at 8pm that night. 

[pbandjesse]

I am sleepy! I am going to take a shower and get ready for bed after I post this. My belly is kind of hurting tonight. Whats new. 

Today was mostly a really good day. But man was it hot. Just unreasonable. The heat index was 106! Camp didnt feel as hot as Im sure it felt here in the city. But it was still bad.

I slept okay last night. I had some really active dreams again. But I felt alright when my alarm went off. Poor James didnt sleep well again. He just cant seem to get a good nights rest and that makes me sad. But he said he was okay. 

I got ready. Changed my mind about my outfit. James had braided my hair last night but it was still to hot to wear down. Ah well. 

I got out to camp on time. And it was a nice morning. Leila, the jr counselor, was with me again. And that was nice. But I was kind of extra low energy because I was melting. I went to go get new cleaning supplies and was roped into taking a little girl to the other side of camp. Which was fine but man it was hot. 

Once I got her up there I stopped over at horse camp to pet the dogs. I got chased by the barn cat, Winnie. And stopped to eat some berries before I headed back to the art shed. Where I saw a very tiny frog!! 

We did ceramics today and it went well! I tried not to rush through my speech/lesson about how to make things. And the kids did such a good job! I didnt take pictures because my hands were dirty but they did such a nice job. I was very proud. 

The first group struggled a little with behavior but it was alright. I was mostly just to hot to care. 

Once they were gone and we cleaned up I laid down in the hammock and listened to a podcast while Leila drew. I just tried to cool off and calm down. 

I did some more prep. Got things ready for next week. Still work to be done but its a start. 

I took a nice long break. It helped me feel better. and then at 1230 had my next few groups. And they did such a nice job and were so fun to hang out with. I got to have some funny conversations with some of the kids about what being rich means. We also just talked about pottery and 2 of them made functional piggie banks! I got to share with them the history of a piggy bank and how you break them open once they are full. It was fun. But I was pretty burnt out and super over heated. Which lead to me closing my pocket knife on my finger. Ouch. 

I was done with all my classes at 230. I cleaned up. Put things away. Got things ready for tomorrow. And changed into my bathing suit. 

I went over to the pool (after letting Heather know where I would be), and just. Was so happy. I love swimming. I have always loved swimming. The water was a little warm but it was so nice. I hung out with Leila and the other YPLs, and a few of the counselors. I just floated and enjoyed myself. I put on a lot more sunscreen this time so I hope Im not burnt. I also learned a coworker also has psoriasis! So that was exciting for me. Comradery. 

I was in the pool for like an hour and a half. Got to play with baby Kenny. I was in a very good mood. But I was also very sleepy and hungry. I went and got changed. And had a cliff bar. 

I went down to the office. Hung out and tried to be helpful but really just talked to CJ and had a popsicle. I had some nice conversations with some kids. And then I went home.

Well really I went to burgerking. I got a sandwich and a milkshake. And then I went home. I was excited to see I had a package. And confused how we missed a package? Very confusing. 

But I had my dinner. Hung out with sweetP. Attempted and failed to hang a shelf. And now I feel so tired I can barely focus. I am excited to take a shower and get the chlorine off my skin and get some sleep. I am excited for James to come home. And I am excited to have a fun day tomorrow. I hope you all have a fun day too. Goodnight everyone. My dad is having surgery in the morning. Send him good thoughts. 

[rottenhatred]

so much shit is happening i dont even know where to begin. im just falling apart lately. it feels like that stupid meme with the plates collapsing in that closed glass cabinet.

honestly i dont even know how to get out of this.

just went to the kitchen and kinda got teary eyed over the stupid milk i bought myself few days ago along with my cereals. was hella excited to eat something good again. and then meds came. and i overdosed, ready to lose weight again. and now im just staring at the fucking milk, still barely empty, and being mad that it will go bad. i dont want it to go bad. yet i dont wanna eat. >.>

it was literally like this in spring last year. i got fucking cheddar for my nameday, normally id lose my shit over it and fucking make some sick sandwiches. but hey, all it brought me back then was fucking sadness cause i didnt want it to go bad, but i couldnt eat either.

just like now.

i feel like Eowyn’s vision from her nightmare is literally me rn, except she says there’s light behind her, which she wants to see yet can’t turn.

for me, i feel like there’s a dark abyss in front AND behind me. all i can do is stand and watch whichever catches up to me first. fuck.

this is a bad idea. i know my body wont end up how i want it to be. ill just destroy my fucking breasts, muscles and teeth again. theres really no joy in this. last year i was fucking overjoyed by not eating. every day without food that passed, i was happier and happier. went to bed happily looking at my flat fucking stomach, patiently awaiting the weight loss. today? i just think “what have i done”. but i cant bring myself to break this cycle. i DONT want to eat. and i dont want to not eat either. every day i take my meds, go to my room and fucking lifelessly do whatever until its 4am and i go to sleep.

but if i go back to eating, i wont lose fucking weight. its gonna all suck, and ill never see a change. fuck me.

therapist and the boyfriend tried to talk me out of this, yet they cant do shit. i wish someone would stop me, physically, held me and helped me through whatever the hell this is. parents dont even care. probably didnt even notice. 

[blog-perfectgiverbouquet-blog]

New School Year Resolutions (For Mums)

New school year resolutions (for mums)

And they are BACK! Mine went back to school today (as you can see, one genuinely excited and one… yeah, notsomuch)…

For me, the kids starting back is at school is even better than January for a good old Mum Refresh. I’ve been boring the kids senseless with advice on how to get on in this new school year. But it occurred to me this morning that I’m thoroughly crap at following that same advice myself. Here’s some stuff I tell them to do that maybe all mums should apply to themselves too…

Make lots of new friends

New mums at the school gates, mums you’ve admired from a distance but been too shy to talk to, or maybe ladies you think are fab but never get round to meeting for that wine or coffee. Get off your arse and make that arrangement. Chances are they really could do with a chinwag and a few drinks with a fellow mum, too. Let’s face it, husbands might pull interested expressions when you are describing that incident at the school gates between Marie and Wendy, or pondering whether Brad and Angie will actually get back together… but they would rather be watching Game of Thrones in their pants.

…but also nurture old ones

Yes, make the new mum friends. But look back on the past year. Which mates really made your life easier and more enjoyable? Which ones were there to drink wine at 5.15pm on a Friday and slag off your mutual partners with? The ones who raise you up, who support you and have your back? They are the ones to look after.

Ignore people who aren’t very nice

Stop wasting time being nice to people who simply aren’t interested in you (for whatever reason). You don’t know what their reasons are. But do you know what? Don’t fucking worry about it; it’s just not your problem. Politely move on.

If you need a wee, go for one.

How many times have I got annoyed when the kids are dancing around trying to finish a level on Skylanders or when playing and they clearly need to pee? A lot. Bea had several accidents last year and I know that she will put off having a wee till the last minute. Then I catch myself typing ‘just one more sentence’ before I will allow myself to get to the loo. Cue several minor accidents due to my severely impaired pelvic floor. FFS woman just go to the bog already! Geez.

Eat vegetables and drink water

Even if my son is currently only eating sweetcorn and cucumber with his school lunch, it’s fresh, vitamin-rich food that his body actually needs and I regularly remind him. Likewise with water. I drill its importance into my daughter who barely drinks a thing. Then I eat rubbish (sometimes) and don’t get a drink for hours! Treat your own body with the same concern you do your kids’.

Try your best

That’s all I ask of my kids. If you’re shit at something, don’t sweat it because you’re awesome at loads of other stuff. Just make sure you are really doing that bit of work that you are struggling with to the best of your ability. Even if it is just the Take a Break crossword.

Don’t compare

Kids are terrible for comparing their abilities or situation with others’. But adults are too! You know that annoying advert with the mustachioed man singing about insurance comparison? Well, change the word ‘Go’ with ‘Don’t’ – and every time you catch yourself comparing you or your kids… JUST FUCKING STOP IT. Whether it’s accidentally noticing that your kid’s classmate is reading Tolkien whilst yours struggles with Biff and Chipper, or the fact that Becky at school is a size 8 and has a 9 month old and you’re still struggling with ‘post baby weight’ despite having your last child 6 years ago… just quit it already. As Theodore Roosevelt said, ‘Comparison is the thief of joy’.

Relish new responsibilities

I told both of them this morning that new starters would be in their class and I want them to treat each new kid with respect and care: it’s their actual JOB as ones that have been there for a while. If anyone is crying I want you to look after them, I barked. (At this point, their eyes had glazed over). As each year progresses, the kids get more responsibility at school; whether that’s counting numbers for lunch or simply looking after the little ones. Same goes for us, too. Turns out, this adulting stuff is really hard. Who knew you had to renew your driving license every time you sodding move?! But sometimes you do just have to sit down and get that shit done.

Get rid of some energy

Kids have break time; we have lunch hours, or if you are a SAHM or self-employed then it’s dog or go to the shop walks – same thing. I intend, after six weeks’ worth of a diet made up primarily of sandwiches and crisps whilst day tripping with the kids, to have longer dog walks and generally just get out more to move around. Kids need it – they literally have to get rid of some energy. But we need to move too. So get off your arse and MOVE girl!

In the spirit of the new school year, new me, I shall also be cutting my chin length hair into a short crop and buying a few Autumn essentials. Y’know, maybe some boots and a coat. They get to be shiny and new – I want some of that as well! After six weeks of childcare I bloody deserve it!

What will you be resolving to do more or less of this new school year? Let me know!

Related Questions:

When should kids go back to school shopping?

I would suggest going as soon as you get the list of needed items. They tend to be cheaper all year except in August/September. You could always stock up in winter on all the necesities so you can just get shopping over with. You should buy lots of pencils, pens, and white-out; as these tend to run out in the middle of the year. If you buy binders, get good, expensive ones; or buy multiple cheap ones so if they are ruined by fidgeting children, they will have a back-up.

Why are kids always hungry when they get back from school?

Not all kids are hungry on return from school.. However, in many cases, it is simply a long day and the staggered lunch periods often have children eating lunch very soon after breakfast, and many more hours until returning home. This is a problem that simply cannot be fixed. In other cases, it may be because of the classes attended, such as physical education, may be in the afternoon.

Did Native American kids go to school back then?

yes native Americans did go to school back then there is a book that will prove native Americans did infact go to school the book is called My heart is on the ground: the diary of Nannie Little Rose by Ann Rinaldi from the Dear America series

Why kids should be held back in school?

because they are obviously not doing what they are supposed to be doing like talking during class not doing home work and just being a retard.

How many kids are in one school?

Well, it depends on the school. Some schools are bigger than others and have more students. i used to go to a small elemantary school that was small, it didnt have much students like the one i go to now at middle school at C.C.M.S. hope that's the kind of answer ur lookin 4. Good Luck:)

When do kids go back to school?

Depending on the school it may vary. Some start in the next 2 weeks while others after Labor Day. Contact your school to find out when the first day of school is.

How does the revolutionary war effect the kids in school back then?

The Revolutionary War affected the kids in school. The schools were not a safe place for children to be. Most schools were suspended and children did not receive a formal education during those years.

Will schools go back to hitting kids?

Yes Cause kids are getting to out of hand they will start in 2013

When do kids go back to school from spring break?

This depends on where you live and what school you go to. You may want to check your school or school system's website for a calendar. generally sometime in April

From where can one purchase kids backpacks for school?

One can purchase backpacks for children at many different stores. Walmart, Target, Macy's, Toys R Us, Sears, Staples, and Office Max sell backpacks for kids.

Article Summary:

For me, the kids starting back is at school is even better than January for a good old Mum Refresh. I've been boring the kids senseless with advice on how to get on in this new school year. New mums at the school gates, mums you've admired from a distance but been too shy to talk to, or maybe ladies you think are fab but never get round to meeting for that wine or coffee. Adults are too! You know that annoying advert with the mustachioed man singing about insurance comparison ? Well, change the word ' Go ' with ' Don't ' - and every time you catch yourself comparing you or your kids JUST FUCKING STOP IT. Whether it's accidentally noticing that your kid's classmate is reading Tolkien whilst yours struggles with Biff and Chipper, or the fact that Becky at school is a size 8 and has a 9 month old and you're still struggling with ' post baby weight ' despite having your last child 6 years ago just quit it already. As each year progresses, the kids get more responsibility at school ; whether that's counting numbers for lunch or simply looking after the little ones. In the spirit of the new school year, new me, I shall also be cutting my chin length hair into a short crop and buying a few Autumn essentials. What will you be resolving to do more or less of this new school year ? Let me know!

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