#i fell asleep at midnight and planned on getting up at 9:30

[thawthebeez]

sleep deprivation and calculus is not a good combo. not even the oppenheimer soundtrack can save me

[holidayvisa]

24 February 2024 - Elise pushed me out of bed at 6:15 am so that I could go wake up Jimmy. Jimmy had to pick up Maddie, and he needed to leave by 6:30 to get Maddie in time. As soon as I got Jimmy up, he grabbed his things and rushed out the door. I immediately went back to bed and fell asleep for another hour. At 8 am, Elise and I woke up and left the house by 8:15. I had to guide a Piha canyoning tour, and Elise didn't have any other plans, so she decided to come along too. We drove to Piha for the big 12-person Piha canyon tour. We arrived at Piha a little early, so we decided to take a quick walk on the beach. We walked out to the water, had just barely enough time to dip our toes, and then we walked back.

We got to the AWOL shed at 9:15 am. When we arrived at the shed, Cam was already there. He saw Elise and say, "thank god you're here; you're working today!" Elise had planned on just coming along for fun, but with the 12-person trip, Cam was stoked to have another guide to manage all the clients.

The tour went GREAT! It was SOOOOO much fun guiding with both Cam AND Elise. All of my tours that I've guided for the past few weeks have been either me and Jordan OR just me solo. So, having Cam and Elise, two experienced guides, made the day so cruisy and easy and fun. I could chill and relax and enjoy the day more than when I guide solo. At lunch, we had two vegans, but only one vegan sandwich. Elise had to smooth things over with the angry vegan. When we got to the jump spot at the end of the canyon, Elise did a backflip!

After the canyoning tour, we said goodbye to Cam, and Elise and I went back to her house in Piha. Ruth, Elise's friend, and her dog, Ted, came over. Ruth made us all gin and tonics. Elise and I made fried eggs on bagels. We took our gin and tonics and lunches to Piha Beach, where we had a little impromptu picnic! We played with Ted and threw some big sticks for him to fetch.

After Ruth left, Elise and I were kinda of tired from our big Piha Canyon tour and were thinking about taking a nap, when we got a call from Taylor saying that he's leaving Henderson, heading to the Keddle house in Anawhata. Elise and I quickly packed or things and headed to Anawhata. Taylor arrived at the Keddle house around 6:45, and Elise and I didn't arrived until 7:15. When Elise and I pulled in, Taylor's car was parked at the house, but there was no Taylor to be found - he must have walked down to the beach! Elise and I walked down to the beach, bringing with us the guitar. Golden hour was just starting as Elise and I got down to the beach.

As we walked along the shoreline, we saw man holding a fishing pole walking towards us along the beach - it was Taylor!

We found a spot to put our things down, and Taylor and Elise wanted to go for a swim. I didn't have a change of clothes with me, so I started to say that we should head back up to the Keddle house, and after a little peer pressure, I decided to go for a swim. The water felt amazing. The waves weren't huge and the rip current wasn't bad, but the waves were very consistent. We swam in the waves for maybe 20 minutes before Jimmy came down to the beach. When we saw Jimmy, he hadn't seen us yet. We did a countdown, "one... two... three... JIMMY!!!" We got his attention! Jimmy joined us, and all four of us swam and played in the waves. We put our hands in the center and shouted, "TABLE!!!" That's what we are - a table - four points holding up the whole thing. After swimming for a while, we got out of the water and onto the beach to dry off a bit.

We took some photos of the sunset and headed up towards the bach. We got up to the bach and ate the takeout that Jimmy had picked up to share. We feasted on this delicious takeout at the bach, then we grabbed beers and walked back down to the beach. Taylor blasted some tunes on his bluetooth speaker, and we all chatted and drank together, the beach lit up under the cloud-covered skies that blocked a very bright full moon. Around midnight, we headed back up to the bach. I was pretty drunk and found myself lying on the floor at multiple points throughout the night while we all hung out and chatted inside the bach. We went to bed around 1 am.

I'm grateful for Elise, and I'm grateful for her empathy and kindness, not just to me, but to Jimmy, too. I'm grateful for a super fun day in Piha Canyon with Elise and Cam and the 12 clients. I'm grateful for an incredible night at the bach with Elise, Taylor, and Jimmy. I'm grateful to Taylor for the beers and the tunes. I'm grateful to Jimmy for the takeout and the snacks. I'm grateful to Elise for coordinating and arranging this whole thing with the bach.

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 35:

since school was out today for fall break, a lot of the kids weren't there, which made today slightly easier at work. I spent part of the morning with the "after schoolers" that were there all day, some time in the baby room, and then back with my kids after their nap

in order to not make a mess of our classroom with the small group of kids, we did a special "picnic" for afternoon snack where I took a blanket and their graham crackers out to the playground - they enjoyed it and it made my afternoon easier, so win-win there

Peyton got up shortly after I got home, he left work around 10:30 this morning with tummy issues (potentially food poisoning?) and Paige and I smoked a little bit before doing an FFY dinner. Paige's mom called while we were smoking and I ranted for a few minutes about trying to convince Mom and Dad to get out of the path of the storm, which is still an ongoing effort.

we watched some Bob's burgers and I played a bit on the switch, swapping between fall guys and a bit of animal crossing, where my villagers reminded me that I have been gone for 1 year and 9 months (oops). I almost fell asleep on the couch around 8ish, but texted Mom again to follow up on my hurricane pestering. dad is being stubborn about it, even though mobile homes are under mandatory evacuation he just wants to go to a friend's house. Memi is going to Gainesville to stay with probably Uncle Ray or him with her, which I don't like either for the trees around their houses, but brick houses are better than mobile homes. Mom and Dad might go to Aunt Kimmie's if I can convince them to leave tomorrow

Peyton decided to read another Ranger's Apprentice short story, one was about Will (who is now like 30???) and Tug. Paige and I both remembered her "Letterkenny but horses" project from like 6 months ago and she posted it on AO3 - imagine the Letterkenny s1 ep1 cold open but it's horses shit talking. bc of posting it shortly before midnight our time, it also shows as her posting it on her birthday, so that's a win all around. Peyton finished the last short story from the lost stories book, so we need to start on Royal Ranger next, and I still need to read him the second and following Alanna books, now that the second one is mostly dry following Paige's water incident

we're planning on going to see some houses on Wednesday, so hopefully that goes well. I think Sav is still coming down later this week, but no concrete plans there

[ferdiesnini]

Happy 64th birthday Daddy!

I’m a day late posting this year. I didn’t get to buy a cake yesterday. The thing is, my body clock makes it so that I’m awake in the wee hours, and asleep during the day.

I talked to Meann from 12 midnight up to about 3:30 in the morning. It started with us greeting you a happy birthday and then reminiscing about the past. Remembering the cake you got her for one of her birthdays as a grade schooler and how you barred her from going out the front door because the cake was outside. How you allowed me to go through so that I can light the candle and how you carried the cake inside afterwards.

How you’d always say “mukhang masarap yan ah” when you see us eating something to signify that you want some, and how you’d say “di masarap!” after finishing a plate of food, even if nasimot lahat.

I got to sleep for about an hour and then woke up to help your son in law get ready for the day. After he left for work, I looked through the cakes for sale on the food app in the but not a lot of options since it was early and so I decided to get back to it in the afternoon. I fell asleep afterwards. So when I woke up, it was almost 5pm and the only thing I could think of is dinner. Remembering I still have a salad bowl which I purchased the night before, I was covered for the night and was completely disoriented and forgot that I was thinking of getting a small cake for you, or maybe even a slice. Since it’s only me and my husband at home, cakes usually don’t get finished unless I eat most of it, which at this stage and in my age, wouldn’t really be a good idea. I’m trying to get back to eating healthier. Remember how stick thin I was growing up even when I ate like a construction worker? I’m still a foodie, but after passing 30 I started gaining weight. It is very hard to get back to how I weighed before. Can you imagine, I’m at 70kgs right now. That’s me after losing 2kgs Dad. I hope to go back to at least 56, hopefully 52.

Should we just share the cake I’ll surely receive for my birthday in several days? Unless I lose my fight with cravings later and ultimately purchase a slice, or a small cake— we’ll share that one, okay? Anyway, if you see the cake I’m sure you’ll say “mukhang masarap yan a!” Hehehe.

Oh, also… I’m not 100 percent sure but the baby girl who lives across from us, Lily— I heard it was her birthday last night (she was talking to her grandpa). So you might share the same birthday. Even with that my brain didn’t compute to remind me that it was November 9 and I was supposed to get you a cake. But anyway, what’s important is that I remember now.

We love you Dad. Still waiting for you. Happy 64th birthday Daddy!

⭐️🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔

November 15 Update

It’s my birthday today. It’s 7:20 in the evening and from our side of the family, it seems only Meann remembered it’s my birthday. Mom sent a picture of Tita Jane’s only daughter’s wedding but forgot to greet me. It’s alright though.

I woke up this morning with the sounds of activity in the kitchen. I realized it was my husband preparing his birthday surprise but decided to stay “asleep” to allow him to proceed with his plans. At some point, something fell so loud that I can’t just ignore it and had to wake up. By the time he approached with the cake, I turned my head towards him and he protested that he wasn’t ready yet 🤣 cos apparently, there’s still several things he haven’t set up yet.

He then proceeded to go back to the kitchen and handed me two bouquets of flowers.

And then brought in a sturdy paper bag with the word “switch” on it. Under it is an apple with a bite.

It’s an apple product. I wondered if he got me an apple watch because it’s the only thing in the apple store that I can think of that I don’t have yet. Although, I never really asked him for one or hinted at it, especially since I very much prefer the cheap version of it that I can get online for like, a thousand peso. If that breaks I wouldn’t feel so disheartened. But a watch that costs almost as much as an older version of an iphone or macbook— I don’t really think it’s worth it.

I opened the bag and I found a box for an iPhone 14.

He bought me a second phone because I whenever we go out, I would have to switch my simcard out of my iphone to get internet connection. Now my second sim has a new permanent home.

He also played some birthday music on TV via Spotify

And at some point we slow danced to it together. Not specifically the song on the picture but some other song in the playlist— that is also about birthdays.

And as promised, I share with you my cake Daddy.

It is a mocha chiffon cake with some buttercream frosting. Do you remember how I would always bake a mocha chiffon cake on everyone’s birthdays when I was a junior and senior in high school?

My husband asked me to lunch this coming weekend to celebrate my birthday. We’re inviting Mom and the siblings. David asked me to also invite my friends but I’d rather not. I realized one of them, the one I was closest to in senior year— never really appreciated the amount of affection I have for them, and my efforts to help them by sending information when they need it, were basically made to look ridiculous. Imagine how much effort I placed on writing them long letters back in the day after graduating high school, and her talking to one of our male classmates, you know him, the one I used to have a crush on, to basically make it seem like I just have a lot of things to say for no reason. Based on what she told us that she said to him— when the guy asked why I “was like that” when I sent a message to a group chat to tell him off after questioning her sexuality and surmising that maybe she was a lesbian, she replied that she doesn’t know, that I just write long things and it’s just that I’ve always been like that, I write paragraphs.

When the truth was, she complained to me and our other friends about him commenting on and questioning her sexuality. I basically defended her. And she knew hours before I sent that message that I will defend her, that I’ll take care of it— just like I always did for all of them cos they couldn’t confront people unless I start it. Anyway. I’m just tired of them at the moment. I told my husband I’d just see them next year.

Sorry for complaining to you on our birthday week hehe. Anyway, that’s where I am now.

I love you Daddy. I thank you and Mommy fo having and raising me.

My hopes are always the same. We still wait for you. Happy birthday to us, and Cha.

Nov 16 update:

Apparently Mom sent me a greeting yesterday which I didn’t receive. So I told Meann to have it resent to me tomorrow since it’s still my birthday anyway (my Chinese calendar birthday, that is.)

[ayamisc]

.:fatigue:.

(c) William Hanna, Joseph Barbera, Warner Bros. Discovery

Tuesday, Aug 21 …that night i slept at 4-ish in the morn.. it tried to finish my AP Bio summer thing.. for the review the next day [or rather… later that day at 3:30pm] but failed. oh well.

Wed & Thurs… same story. if you don't know by now. i'm a procrastinator who doesn't know my priorities.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday.. ..i can't really remember what i did. but all i know is. i was busy doing my bio and english summer work.

Monday, Aug 27 i slept at 3ish in the morn… same story. [and i actually did my work this time.. obviously for the lack of time]

Tuesday, Aug 28 ..i didn't sleep. at all. i did my english essay which was due on midnight. then tried to get ready for school… all the while finishing up 3 questions i left out from my AP Bio review thing. aaaand.. well… the rest was spent reviewing for my AP Bio test the next morning. oh the joys of student life.. so much for the 1st day of school right? i finally lsept after school at 1:30pm i think… then woke up at 7ish.. and did more of my english work that is due the next day.

Wednesday, Aug 29 .. i didn't sleep. coz i thought i had a test on english the next day. well.. there was a scheduled one but we didn't end up taking it. oh well.

Thursday, Aug 30 slept around 4.. yeah.. more work.. well.. i tried to read english.. didn't finish anyway.

Friday, Aug 31 slept at 5.. i tried to read more english. again. didn't finish. and spent 3 hours doing my loooooooong french homework… oh joy.

Saturday, Sept 1 slept at 3ish. ..i slept friday afternoon and couldn't fall asleep. oh well. at 10sih.. i awoke.. or rather.. my mom woke me up since we're going to her high school reunion thing. we left at… 11am.. i slept through the trip. i don't know how long… haha anyhow. when we got there… the weather was… sizzling? and for the most part it was boring i felt like sleeping. around 6ish-7ish.. my mom's classmate's daughter and i went to her room and watched anime until 9:45-10ish.. [Yay! Ate Fatima!] then i read a comic book.. then..well.. had a nap on her bed… ehehehe >> we left at 10:30-11ish… i think. we got home past 12ish.. i slept throughout the trip again. …when we got home.. we had a midnight snack.. watched some tv.. yeah. finally fell asleep at 3ish.

Satuday. September 2 i woke up at 9:20. then i went to community service at 10. i got home at 12. ate some lunch.. when i was in community service, my friend alex called telling me of a pool party at her house. i said i'll try to come. i really did.. but i guess my memory is horrible when i'm tired… i forgot to call… actually.. i even forgot about the pool party when i got home… then slept afterwards… [and since my phone was set in "meeting" i wasn't able to hear alex's and andy's call around 2-3ish..gomen!!!] and i woke up at 6ish for dinner. [at this point. i haven't checked my phone and was still wasn't aware i missed a pool party….] then slept again 10:30pm. and this is where i am now. i just checked my phone. sorry guys.. and at this time.. it was not my habit of not answering my phone.. it's coz i was asleep.. and now.. i have a mild headache for both lack of sleep.. and too much sleep. plans for tomorrow: guess what? i'll probably NOT sleep at all again… why? coz i have a ton of homework to do… yay… ><

ah. the joys of student life, oui?

again. sorry to Mel, Alex, and Andy, for not making it…… [and sorry to whoever was there…blah blah blah]

uhm. and. thank you to Taho coz she tolerated my..uh… deafening silence… hahaha.. jk… thank you Ate! LuvU!

PS. This blog was originally posted on DeviantArt.

[amoderndreamletdown]

Crushing

After Luke gets into a fight with his mom, he goes to stay with Bobby. This leads Bobby to have to deal with his feelings for Luke that he never knew he had.

AKA the Lukebobby fic no one asked for (Warning for swearing)

It all started the night Luke had moved into the studio after a huge fight with his mom. He had knocked on Bobby’s door and Bobby, as always, had answered it. It didn’t matter that it was almost midnight and they had school the next morning, Bobby always answered the door as his house was the only one that his friends felt truly safe in. Besides, most of the time, his parents were out of town on some kind of business trip.

“Luke?” Bobby asked when he opened the door. 

“Hey,” Luke responded. “Mind if I stay here for the night? I, um, I got into a big fight with my mom.”

Bobby nodded. “Of course, come in.” 

Luke came in, and Bobby shut the door behind him. 

“Are you okay?” Bobby asked once Luke was inside. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine,” Luke said. “Just the usual. My mom thought I was focusing too much on the band and needed to focus more on school.”

Bobby nodded. “You need anything?”

Luke shook his head. “Nah, I just want to sleep. Can I crash on the couch?”

Bobby nodded. “Yeah, of course, man.”

“Thanks, man,” Luke said. “I owe you one.”

Bobby shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” Luke said, and made his way over to the couch.

“Just call me if you need anything,” Bobby told Luke. “I’ll be right upstairs.”

“Umhum,” Luke said, already half asleep.

Bobby smiled and made his way up to his room. He didn’t sleep much that night. He kept thinking about the fact that Luke was right downstairs, and, of some reason, this caused butterflies to swarm in his stomach and his heart to pound. He just contributed it to him being concerned for Luke, and nervous that he was actually, in fact, not okay.

Bobby woke up in the morning to loud noises and the smell of burnt food downstairs. 

“What the hell?” Bobby asked the empty room, practically launching himself out of bed and running down to the kitchen. There, he saw Luke, and, wait, was he cooking?

“You’re cooking?” Bobby asked him.

Luke nodded. “Yeah. I figured making you breakfast was the least I could do for you for letting me stay here.”

“I get that,” Bobby said. “But you can’t cook.”

“Who says that?” Luke asked, and, almost as a response, the smoke alarm started to go off. 

“The smoke alarm,” Bobby responded, rushing to turn it off, and, when it finally stopped, Bobby made his way back over to Luke. 

“Maybe you should take over,” Luke suggested.

“Maybe I should,” Bobby said, going to look at the mess Luke had created. “How did you burn everything?”

Luke just made a face and shrugged.

Bobby rolled his eyes, removed the pans from the stove, and scraped the burnt food into the garbage. He then grabbed two cereal bowls from the cupboard and a box of cereal from the shelf and set it in front of him and Luke.

“Eat up,” he said. 

Luke smiled. “Gourmet meal, huh?”

Bobby smiled. Wow, Luke’s eyes were insanely green, were they that green before? Now the butterflies were back in his stomach, and his heart was beating faster. Why did that keep happening? 

“I, uh, Cheerios okay?” Bobby asked, a bit flustered. Why was he flustered? There was nothing to be flustered about.

“Yeah, they’re perfect,” Luke said. “Thanks, man.”

Bobby nodded, and passed the cereal box to Luke. He watched as he poured the cereal. He thought that it was a shame Luke wasn’t wearing a shirt that showed off his arms more, then quickly pushed that thought aside. What was wrong with him?

“Hey, earth to Bobby,” Luke said.

“Huh?” Bobby asked, looking at Luke. 

“Can you get some milk?” Luke asked.

“Right,” Bobby said, going to the fridge and pulling out the milk. He wondered what had gotten into him. 

“Shit,” Luke said from behind Bobby.

“What?” Bobby asked, then saw what Luke was looking at. The clock. It was 9:30. School started at 8.

“Shit,” Bobby repeated. “Well there goes that.”

“Whatever,” Luke said. “I was planning on dropping out anyways.” 

Bobby laughed. “Well that would be a good enough reason.”

Luke smiled. “I guess so.”

God, Luke’s smile was the most beautiful thing Bobby had ever seen. Oh no. 

“Um, so when do you think you’re gonna go back home?” Bobby asked.

Luke shrugged. “I’m not sure, why?”

“Just wondering,” Bobby answered. “You know you can stay here as long as you want.”

Luke nodded. “I know.”

“Okay,” Bobby said. 

The rest of the day consisted of Luke and Bobby working on songs or watching TV. Alex and Reggie came after school ended, asking where they had been. They just said they woke up late and left it at that. Alex and Reggie didn’t ask anymore questions.

After Reggie and Alex left, Bobby and Luke stayed in the studio for a bit. They talked about dumb things like school and music. 

“My parents are coming home for Christmas,” Bobby told Luke.

“Oh,” Luke said. 

“I’m sure they won’t mind if you stay here,” Bobby added. 

Luke nodded.

“Unless you wanna go back home?” Bobby asked.

Luke shook his head. “Christmas is next week, and I, I don’t think I can.”

Bobby nodded. He understood how Luke’s mom was. 

“Then you can spend Christmas with us,” Bobby said. 

Luke nodded. “Thanks.”

Bobby nodded in response, and made the mistake of making eye contact with Luke. Once again, he was overwhelmed with the color of Luke’s eyes. They were beautiful. They weren’t exactly green, like Bobby had previously thought, but more of a cross between blue, green, and brown. He assumed hazel would be the right word for them, but they were more than that. They were more than hazel. They were intense, bright, and Bobby found himself getting lost in them. 

“What about you and Katherine?” Luke asked, snapping Bobby back to reality with the name of his ex-girlfriend. 

“We, um, we broke up,” Bobby replied.

“Oh,” Luke said. “I’m sorry.”

Bobby shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. She liked someone else, I didn’t protest. I’d rather be broken up with than cheated on.”

Luke nodded. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t think you guy would care,” Bobby admitted. 

“Of course we care,” Luke told him. “You can tell us anything.”

Bobby smiled. “Thanks.”

Luke nodded. “It’s getting late, maybe we should-”

“Go to sleep?” Bobby suggested.

Luke nodded.

“Yeah, probably,” Bobby said.

“I’ll stay in the studio,” Luke said.

“Okay,” Bobby said. “Do you need anything?”

Luke shook his head. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Bobby said. “Just come get me if you need anything.”

Luke nodded, and Bobby headed out of the studio, and back to his house. There, he made his way to his room, and flopped on his bed. He thought about what Luke had said. 

“You can tell us anything.”

He wasn’t sure why that phrase kept coming to his mind. It wasn’t like he was hiding anything from the band, much less Luke. Why would he? He knew the band wouldn’t judge him. They never judged each other, and, when Alex had come out only a few months before, they had been nothing but supportive. They had even threatened to beat up anyone that gave Alex a hard time. So why was that phrase coming back to him.

He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but it was too hard. The phrase kept coming back to him over and over again as the night went on. Even when he fell asleep, it wouldn’t be long before he woke up and that phrase was the first thing on his mind, and, still, he wasn’t sure why.

“Can I just go to sleep, please?” He asked his brain. However, it didn’t seem to hear him as his mind kept wandering. Finally, it wandered back to Luke. His eyes, his muscles, his smile. 

“Shit,” Bobby said out loud and the dawning realization hit him. He had a crush on Luke.

[j0elmill3r]

a brief inquiry into online relationships

prologue - chapter i - chapter ii - chapter iii - chapter iv - chapter v - chapter vi - chapter vii - chapter viii - chapter ix - chapter x - chapter xi - chapter xii -chapter xiii - chapter xiv - chapter xv

chapter one

"friends don't lie and it all tastes the same in the dark"

Featuring: Chris Evans, Jaeden Martell, Katherine Langford, Jamie-Lee Curtis, Dodger Evans

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, but if there is, please let me know and I'll add them in!

A/N: Thank you all for reading this series so far! It's getting going now, and I hope you all enjoy this series because I'm really into it and I have it all planned out for each chapter. If anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know by asking through my inbox or my messages! Feedback and comments are always appreciated!

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You sat in your dad's trailer for the rest of that day, scrolling through your phone and looking at random TikToks you would show him later, only to have to explain to him what it meant.  He wasn't too up to date on technology, he didn't even have Instagram you were convinced that he barely knew how to use Twitter. But who were you to judge your dad's lack of technological knowledge? 

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"Y/N, come on, get up," You groaned as your dad shook you awake, almost rolling you off of the bed. "Y/N." He dragged out. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, shooting a pissed off glare at your dad. Chris chuckled and shook his head.

"What the fuck is going on? It's like," You paused to check your phone for the time, only for your face to fall as you saw that you had been asleep for the past 6 hours, meaning it was 9pm. "Alright, nevermind." You mumbled.

"C'mon, I told Jaeden you would be meeting him at 9:30 so you could hang out with him," Chris said, ushering you to sit up and get out of the bed. "Go and brush your hair, you look like you were dragged through a bush, honey."

"Wow, thank you for the compliment, do you ever wonder why you don't have a girlfriend?" You asked him, standing up and walking into the bathroom and brushing your hair. Chris laughed and shook his head, fixing the bed up from where you had been sleeping.

"Because I'm so goddamn good looking that no one wants to be with me because they'd be upstaged?" Chris said, leaning against the door frame where you were standing. You laughed as you put the hairbrush down.

"If that helps you sleep at night, you can believe that all you want. But just remember that there's one person you can never upstage in the beauty department," You pointed at your dad as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, taking it off of charge and sliding it into your pocket. Chris stood waiting, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "It's me. Obviously." You pointed out. Chris nodded and chuckled.

"Ah, you got me there," He admitted. You smiled over at him and then stuck your tongue out at him. "Alright, go, I got stuff to do, have fun, but not too much fun." Chris said, pushing you gently and pointing at you glaringly before he shut the door. The trailer door shut behind you and as you looked out over the lot, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing that any one of the trailers in front of you could be Jaeden's. But, luckily for you, you saw that he was walking towards you. His hands were shoved into his pockets, obviously he wasn't used to the Boston weather patterns and that it was very rarely warm any month after August.

"Cold?" You asked him, getting his attention. Jaeden looked up at you and laughed, nodding.

"I didn't think it would be so freezing, I'm not particularly used to the cold," He said, watching you as you walked down the steps to meet him, a small smile on your face. 

"You get used to it after a while, I mean, it's only October and to be honest it only gets worse from here," You told him as you walked to his trailer, your jacket held close to your body as the wind cut through you like a knife.  "What has my dad told you about me?" You asked him as you entered his trailer. Knowing your dad, he had probably already embarrassed you.

"Nothing bad, all good things, I promise," He said. You smiled over at him as he turned his TV on. "From what your dad said, he told me that your favourite movie's The Lost Boys, and I've never seen it before so I thought we could watch it together." Jaeden said. You giggled and nodded. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I mean, he knew your favourite movie. There was something about Jaeden that just made you feel so comfortable, you felt like you could be yourself around him.

"Yeah, but I'm kind off offended that you've never seen it before," You said. Jaeden laughed and shook his head, looking back over at you as you walked over to the couch, sitting down. "Like come on! It's one of the best 80's movies ever, it's up there with The Blues Brother." You pointed out. Jaeden sat down beside you and pressed play on the movie.

"I haven't seen that either," He said, looking up at you wearily. You let out a huff and shook your head. For someone who was appearing in a lot of movies, his taste appeared to be God awful. "I'm gonna have to spend all of my time showing you some great movies, aren't I?" You asked him. Jaeden nodded and smiled, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

"Would you hate me if I said I haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies?" Your jaw almost fell open as you turned to him, a look of pure shock written on your features. "I just haven't gotten around to it yet." He admitted.

"Haven't gotten around to it yet? They've only been out for like 41 years!" You exclaimed. "I can't believe this, I considered you a man of taste." You feigned offence. 

"Well, I apologize, Y/N," He said, making you laugh. "I promise, once you show me all of the other hundreds of movies you're probably gonna wanna want to show me, we can watch Star Wars."

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The night went well, you finished The Lost Boys and arranged another movie night with Jaeden and said you would watch 'The Blues Brothers' the next time. You didn't go back to the house since it was nearly 2 am by the time you had finished, even though the movie finished at midnight. You had spent the other few hours of the night showing Jaeden pictures and videos of Dodger, and you promised you would bring him to set one day. If you were to be honest, you were the happiest you had been in a while last night. 

"How was it?" Your dad asked, giving you a cup of coffee as you woke up from sleeping on the couch. It was 7 am and you only had about 5 hours of sleep, and you still had to drive home to take Dodger out and give him his breakfast. Chris sat down beside you and put his arm around you, smiling as you groaned and put your head on your dad's shoulder.

"It was good, we watched The Lost Boys, he said you told him that it was my favourite movie," You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed and your face scrunched up. Chris nodded. "How did you know?" You asked him.

"I made the mistake of letting Scott babysit you when you were four, he let you watch it and you were oddly fascinated with it," He told you. "Realistically, you should have been shit scared of it." Chris laughed and remembered the confusion he felt when he saw that you were sitting there watching the movie quite the thing. Scott looked more scared of the movie than you did, and he was way older than you.

"Can I bring Dodger here today? I promised Jaeden that I would let him meet him," You said, putting your shoes on and finishing your coffee. Chris nodded and then grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you're making promises to him?" He said suggestively. You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"I told him he could meet the dog, not marry him, dad. And anyway, we're just friends," You assured your dad. Chris nodded skeptically and hummed, chuckling. Across the lot at the mansion, everyone was beginning to gather. Jaeden was standing with Katherine, feeling oddly nervous for some reason. 

"So what are you trying to say, that you like Chris' daughter?" Katherine asked him. Jaeden sighed and nodded, he felt like an idiot. He had only hung out with you once and he felt like he was head over heels for you, what a fool. Last night was the most fun he had had in a while, and all you did was watch a movie and hang around. 

"Is it that obvious? I saw them bump into each other yesterday and they both had the puppy dog eyes about them," Jamie-Lee piped in. 

"If Chris ever finds out he'll kill me on the spot, I guarantee you that," Jaeden said. Speaking of the devil, Chris came towards them, completing the set. Jaeden's face fell, noticing that you weren't following behind your dad. 

"Where's Y/N?" Jaeden asked Chris. 

"She's gone back to the house to get ready and bring Dodger to set," Chris told him. Jaeden nodded. Back at your house, you had cleaned up and showered, changing from your pyjamas to actual clothes. You then took Dodger a walk before getting him into your car, taking his leash and driving back to the set. You took him to your dad's trailer and waited for them to call break. "Y/N?" Dodger barked and ran to the front door to greet his dad.

"Hey, how's your day going?" You asked your dad. Chris went to the bedroom and sat Dodger on the bed.

"It's going good, but better now my two favourite children are here," Chris said. "Wait, I just noticed that my colour scheme matches Dodger's." He pointed out. You pulled out your phone and videoed them sitting beside each other, their colours matching very ominously well. 

"Wow, you are that fashionable you stole the dog's combo? That's amazing, dad," You said, a sarcastic smile on your face. 

 --

At lunch, Jaeden had gotten off earlier and asked if you could bring Dodger, and he needed his afternoon run anyway. Waiting in the yard of the mansion, Dodger sat beside you looking up at the ball in the thing you used to throw it for him. 

"Hey," He said, appearing behind you. Jaeden was still dressed in the school uniform, and you couldn't help but laugh. "What?" 

"Nothing, I just didn't take you as the uniform kinda guy," You said. Jaeden snickered and smirked at you with a small shake of his head.

"I'm not, I just can't get changed yet. If I could I would, school uniform's are really uncomfortable," Jaeden said. 

"Tell me about it. I mean, it could be worse, I've been wearing then everyday for the past 10 years," You told him. "Look, Dodger, who's this?" Dodger spun around to say hello to Jaeden, who crouched down and pet your dog, trying his hardest to not get any dog hair on him.

"Hi buddy," Jaeden greeted your dog. "Can I throw his ball for him?" He asked you. You nodded and handed him the ball launcher, watching as he threw the ball for Dodger, who chased after the ball.

"Thanks for last night, by the way," You said. Jaeden smiled at you. "I brought Blues Brother's on DVD for tonight if you're still up for it." You told him.

"Yeah, of course. Who else am I gonna watch all of the supposed 'superior' movies with?" He asked you. You giggled and if your face in your hands. The sound of your laughter made Jaeden's heart soar, he would do anything to hear you laugh like that all the time, it was like music to his ears any time he heard it.  Dodger came back with the ball, dropping it at your feet and sitting back, looking up at you expectantly. "Guess he's looking for this." Jaeden handed you the launcher and you got the ball in the top part.

"Alright Dodge, you ready bubs?" You moved back a few steps before launching the ball halfway across the extensive yard. Jaeden watched you, impression written on his features. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll throw you across the yard like that." You threatened him playfully. 

"You would never," Jaeden challenged you. "You'd have to catch me first." He said.

"You think you can outrun me?" You asked him. He grinned at you before running off from you, running down to where Dodger was. "Jaeden!" You yelled, starting to chase after him. He apparently didn't care that he was supposed to be entirely clean, but there wasn't any rain, so he probably wouldn't get that dirty. You laughed as you chased after him, catching up to him slowly but surely. You didn't see him, but your dad was watching you, a smile on his face at the sight of you seemingly happy. 

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Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Part 1

*Based loosely around 12x15 but Ramsey kills Gwen and gets away

Word Count: 2.6k

Trigger Warnings: Injured animal? Idk? If you think something should be added to the TW list drop a comment or DM me

Summary: Humans aren’t supposed to see hellhounds, so what happens when y/n finds an injured hellhound and brings it home to care for? 

*Disclaimer* Lucifer will be introduced in the 2nd part which should be up by Saturday 4/3/2021

It was almost midnight when y/n got off of work. She was exhausted after her shift at Regional West Medical Center in Nebraska. As she trudged through the parking lot to her old, beat up 2002 Suzuki she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, like something was watching her from out in the darkness. Fumbling with her keys she turned to unlock the driver’s side car door (The remote to unlock the door was broken. The car could only be opened with the actual key.), only to freeze in place when she felt the hot breath and heard the heavy breathing of some sort of animal behind her. “Dear god, please let it be my overactive imagination.” she prayed silently, knowing it was no use. Whatever stood behind her was very much real.

Very slowly she turned to face whatever it was that was sniffing her, her keys moving between her middle and ring finger in case she needed to defend herself. Instead of being met with what she thought for sure would be a small bear or a rabid coyote, she was met with a very large dog. A very large dog that looked like it had been through absolute hell. Its fur was matted and caked with dried mud and dirt, and it was covered with cuts and what she naturally assumed was its own blood. It was hard to tell through the thick, matted fur but it also looked very underweight. “Oh you poor baby….” Y/n’s heart melted upon seeing the creature.

Obviously the dog had been out on its own for a very long time. Y/N took pity on it. It seemed so sad, and it didn’t appear rabid or vicious. It looked like it just wanted help. Reluctantly she reached down to check for a collar. There was a collar but it was in a foreign language. One she’d never seen before. Unlocking the back of the car she coaxed the dog in with some leftover food she had from her lunch break. She knew the poor thing must be starving. Being hurt it took a little help getting in. Little did she know how dangerous that dog really was or that there was a man out right now searching for it.

The K-9, which y/n decided to call (Dog’s name) had fallen asleep on the car ride home, snoring softly over the radio that was playing some Green Day song. Pulling into the driveway, (Y/N) stopped the car and turned off the radio. Almost on queue (dog’s name) looked up to see where they were. A light was on outside, illuminating a large porch (Which could probably use a new paint job, if we’re being honest) with 2 rocking chairs, a small table and a plethora of healthy, brightly colored plants. She picked up the injured dog and carried it inside, planning on taking it to the vet in the morning to see if it was microchipped.

She was going to let the dog sleep in the basement for the night, unsure if it would destroy the house or not. She remembered her aunt’s German Shepherd who took pleasure in tearing up sofas, and eating her plants. The dog also really needed a bath and she didn’t want it on the furniture until it got one. Unfortunately around 3:30 am, y/n felt a dip in the bed and then something making itself comfy by her feet. Looking over, she found the dog curled up in bed with her. Way too tired to deal with it now, and knowing she had to wash the sheets anyway she just fell back asleep let the dog stay with her so long as it stayed at the foot of the bed.

~

The next morning, Y/N got up early to go to the pet store and get stuff for the dog. She called up the local vet, making an appointment, she washed the sheets, and most importantly she began trying to wash (Dog’s name). At first the dog resisted, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the water. Y/N knew exactly how to deal with this though. Placing a glob of peanut butter on the side of the tub to keep the dog preoccupied, (Dog’s name) happily entered the bathtub. A trick y/n had learned from that aunt with the poorly behaved German Shepherd. By the time y/n was done with the dog she’d had to drain and refill the tub 3 times before she gave up and kept it drained, just using the shower head. She couldn’t believe how much blood and dirt had come off this dog.

Around 2pm the doorbell rang and this dog who was once so sweet, albeit a bit skittish turned into an absolute beast. Running to the door, loud deep barks and growls left it. The dog seemed ready to tear the stranger on the other side of the door to shreds. It was almost like it had turned into a completely different dog. “(Dog’s name)!!!” Y/n shouted as she raced down the stairs after it, hoping to get to the door before the dog did. “NO!!!” She yelled. Even hurt and underweight, (Dog’s name) was really big. If it wanted to break that door, it probably could. Without thinking, Y/n quickly grabbed the dog by the collar to stop it. “I said no!” She told her firmly with a pointed finger. The dog whined, tail between its legs as it hurried back up the stairs to the bedroom to do that thing dogs do when they roll around on the rug to dry themselves.

The front door had a glass window looking out so y/n could see the stranger. He was short, and wore a nice suit. He seemed only slightly concerned about the interaction. The man didn’t even flinch as the massive hound lunged itself at him. It seemed like this was a normal day for him. Actually, he seemed more unnerved after she called the dog off. Opening the door, y/n apologized profusely for the dog “I am so sorry about the dog! I-” Before she could continue, the man squinted at her, clearly confused about something. “What are you?” He questioned in an English accent.

“Hellhounds? Really?” She questioned with a quirked eyebrow and a small grin, crossing her arms and constantly turning to keep facing the man. It was obvious she didn’t believe him.

Obviously his question confused y/n as she gave him a look of confusion back “What do you mean ’what are you?’” She stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her “I'm human”

“Yes, really.” The man continued, as serious as a heart attack “You especially shouldn’t be able to control that bitch. I’ve only ever known one person to be able to control Ramsey and you and not that person.”

“Oh really? And who might that person be then?” Y/n asked, beginning to think this was some elaborate prank being played on her by a friend or coworker.

Remembering what the demon said about her being able to control the hound, y/n gave it a shot. Raising a hand she firmly commanded “Ramsey stay.” Not only did the dog stop dead in her tracks, she laid down and waited for further orders. Now most people would be a little freaked out by this; finding a hellhound that they didn't know was a hellhound, and now being visited by a demon sent to collect said hound. Y/n however wasn’t afraid. Actually she kind of got a Déjà vu feeling at this.

“No you can’t be. Humans can’t see hellhounds, much less control them.” Normally Crowley would just collect the demonic hound and leave, with humans being none the wiser that the rogue canine was even there, but not only did this woman know the hellhound was there, she was taking pretty good care of it. Even stranger, the dog was letting her care for it. There was something different about this woman, something special. He just wasn’t sure what it was yet. Crowley circled y/n, inspecting her. He was trying to find any indication of her not being human.

“Lucifer.” Crowley responded

At that, y/n was done. “Look pal, I don’t know what kind of kool-aid you’re drinking but I’m not buying it. Now’s the part where I tell you to get off my property.” she turned to go back inside, closing and locking the door behind her. As she turned to head upstairs though, Crowley was standing right behind her, his eyes red. She let out a screech, jumping as far back as she could (Which wasn’t far as the door was right behind her). Again, the dog that the demon in front of her called ‘Ramsey’ came running to her defense.

~

“The name’s Crowley. King of hell.” He introduced himself “May I ask who you are?”

“Y/n y/l/n.” she responded before telling him “Queen of this house.” This was crazy. Y/n was standing in her entryway conversing with a demon king. “Could I offer you tea ‘your highness’? Maybe Coffee?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed Crowley as 'your highness' She wasn’t gonna hand over the dog so easily, and something told her the demon wouldn’t be leaving without Ramsey.

“.....Who are you?” Y/n asked the man

Y/n and Crowley sat in her kitchen, sipping tea and chatting. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” The demon who sat across from y/n questioned “Most people would run, or beg for mercy if a demon showed up at their doorstep. Not invite them in for a drink.”

~

If it weren’t for the fact that y/n could sick Cujo on him at any moment, Crowley wouldn’t be being so patient with her. He wouldn’t be trying to convince her to send the dog to her death. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you take that dog back.” Y/n told Crowley. For some reason she felt bonded to that dog, with the overwhelming need to protect her.

“I’m afraid I must insist. She’s dangerous and unpredictable. It’s for the best that she be put down. She’s killed a lot of people who weren’t on hell’s hit list while she was topside.” Crowley explained “A pup like that out and about isn't good for business. It makes it look like I’m not in control.”

“Do you want me to beg for mercy?” Y/n asked with a smirk and a small, dry chuckle. “Sorry but you’re not very scary so forgive me if I’m quaking in my shoes.” She would never be seen begging for mercy. Not in a million years.

“I thought you were the king down there.” Y/n questioned “A king answers to no one. You could turn, walk right out that front door, and pretend she vanished. That you weren't able to find her. Or you could go back and tell your people she attacked you and you killed her. Besides, you’re a demon. You don’t really care about the people she’s killed, do you?” Y/n definitely cared and felt bad, she just didn’t believe Crowley did.

“The Winchester’s. They hunt monsters. Vampire’s, werewolves, demonkind, et cetera.” Crowley explained “They’re ruthless, and if they find out that dog is here they will show up and kill her. Painfully. If you hand her over I promise her death will be a painless and merciful one.” Of course he would make the boys sound worse than they were. In reality they’d kill it as quick as possible if they could. He’d say anything to get her to give up Ramsey. 

“Of course I don’t, but some hunters I know care a lot about the people that were killed. If I don’t collect this dog, they’ll come and collect her for me and they’ll be far less inclined to sit and chat over hot beverages.” Crowley explained

“Tell me about these hunters.” Y/n asked, genuinely interested. "I assume you're not referring to people who shoot buck in their free time."

“Let them come.” Y/n spoke after quietly mulling over what was just told to her. Whether she was underestimating these hunters or just didn’t believe what Crowley was telling her he was unsure. “She may be in a weakened state now but she’ll get better. She’ll get stronger and when she does I’ll be the only one who can stop her. If they show up, I’ll be ready and they’ll have to go through me. When they get through me, she’ll be ready for them too.”

“Y/n I know you think-” Y/n cut off the demon king, her patience wearing thin. She had all the leverage she needed in this situation and she knew it “You said I was the only one who could control her. Now I don’t know how or why that is, but that means there’s nothing stopping me from sicking the dog on you. If she really is as vicious and dangerous as you claim she is, I would be afraid of the one person who can send her after you. I’m telling you to walk away. I’m giving you an out. I strongly suggest you take it.”

Thinking about it later though, she was actually kind of sexy. She knew she held the power and the leverage in that situation and she knew how to use it. Not only that but she was bold enough to try and intimidate not just any king, but the King of Hell. And she didn’t need to raise her voice once while doing it. She was clearly a strong, intelligent, woman. He liked that.

~

After he was gone, y/n was in fact a little freaked out. If there was a hell that meant there was a heaven. Would she be going to hell just for harboring this animal? And better question; how do you even properly care for a hellhound? She imagined it would be a lot different from taking care of your average, run of the mill Pitbull.

Crowley stood his ground, calling her bluff. He didn’t believe she would actually do it. “Ramsey!” Y/n called “Ramsey c’mere girl!” she whistled as the Hellhound came barreling from upstairs “Ramsey, hurry up! Go get him! Get the demon!�� Y/n told Ramsey in the same sickeningly sweet baby voice most humans use to talk to animals they find cute. Before she could get to him though, Crowley had disappeared into thin air.

After hours spent searching on the internet y/n got her first lead. Okay so it wasn’t really a lead. It was more of an idea. It’s not like she could just log onto wikipedia and pull up a page on 'How to take care of a Hellhound'. She did however find instructions for summoning and trapping a crossroads demon. She didn’t realize there were different types of demons but to her, a crossroads demon was still a demon so good enough right?

Late that night y/n put Ramsey in the car with her and drove to the nearest crossroads. Spray painting a ‘devils trap’ in the road she buried a box in the center. It contained a photo of her, some graveyard dirt, and the bone of a black cat. No, she didn’t go out and kill a cat. She was able to get that from a wiccan shop on the outskirts of town.

After burying the box, she stood and read the incantation she had written on a scrap of paper “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” She waited a moment and when nothing happened she thought she might've gotten a word wrong. That was until she heard a woman speak behind her “What can I do for you tonight?”

Jumping a bit she turned to face the demon. “I just need some information.”

.....To be continued....

[savingyou]

Hello friends.

First, I AM FUCKING PISSED THE FUCK OFF.

Second, I was doing SO good.

Here’s what happened. I moved to college and i live in an on campus apartment (basically I’m still paying for campus housing like dorms but i live in an apartment not a dorm room) and i have seven roommates. But in my room i have one roommate. He likes to go out a lot and party so he usually comes back late at night. We usually go to sleep anywhere from midnight to 3 am.

Tonight, though, i got into bed around 9:30 pm because i want to get up in the morning around 9 am in order to do homework and have a routine. I fell asleep at 10 pm. It was going great. I had so many great plans. I was gonna get that sleep.

AND THEN. AND ONE AM. My roommate comes home and I swear, he is the loudest shit on the fucking planet. He woke me up within five minutes of getting back to our room, and now it’s almost 2 am and i’m still not asleep.

I guess for context I’m one of those deep sleepers who sleeps for awhile but if i get woken up i stay awake. I can try to go back to sleep but its usually a light sleep that i wake from easily or i just can’t sleep again.

I’m just super pissed off man. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to get up kinda early and do homework and laundry and shit. But this fuckin party boy decided to choose violence today.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The BNHA Group Chat Fic Nobody Asked For

Pairings: Todoroki Touya (Dabi)/Mr/ Compress (Sako Atsuhiro), Shimura Tenko (Shigaraki Tomura)/Chisaki Kai (Overhaul)/Kurono Hari (Chrono), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)/Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)/Shirakumo Oboro (Loud Cloud), Fukukado Emi (Ms. Joke)/Kayama Nemuri (Midnight)

Word Count: 2,420 Words

Summary: Uraraka makes a fatal mistake, triple date night with the Emo Squad, Thery-oki strikes again, and Hitoshi in the morning is a zombie.

Warnings: Caps, Cursing, Half Blind Character, Deaf Characters, Anxiety Mention, Mostly Mute Character (due to a different medical issue), Selectively Mute Character, Mineta Minoru Exists (sadly), Autistic Meltdown Mention, Food Mention, Sleep Deprivation, Insomnia, let me know if I should add anything else.

Note: AU where the League Of Villains are just hero course students. btw Yukimura is Dabi (he goes by his mother's surname (mostly because it's his last hurrah at making Endeavor absolutely livid at him and partially so he and Shoto don't get confused whe someone calls for 'Todoroki')

Usernames: We Are Number One™ Aizawa: Dadzawa, Aoyama: immafiringmahlaser, Ashido: princessbubblegumknockoff, Asui: Galvan, Iida: Emergency Exit, Uraraka: 9.8, Ojiro: tailfloof, Kaminari: Pichu, Kirishima: baby shark, Koda: youredoingamazingsweetie, Sato: GuyFieriIsGod, Shoji: Cthulhu, Jirou: Jack Skellington, Sero: Spider-Man, Tokoyami: EdgarAllanCrows, Todoroki: WHERE?, Hagakure: cena, Bakugo: WHAT?, Midoriya: SmolMight, Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: exhausted, Yaoyorozu: TheGreatCreator, Kurono: stopwatch, Chisaki: donthugmeimscared, Yukimura: choticgaydisaster, Bubaigawara: shadowclonejutsu, Shimura: idontfeelsogood, Awase: illrememberyouallintherapy, Kaibara: IDOWHATIWANT, Kamakiri: scyther, Kuroiro: itsmeyaboy, Kendo: Akimichi, Kodai: deadinside, Komori: shroomgurl, Shiozaki: wElCoMeToBiBlEsTuDiEs, Shishida: furry, Shoda: cryptid, Tsunotori: mylittlepony, Tsubaraba: airbender, Tetsutetsu: Iron Man, Tokage: t-rex costume, Fukidashi: glorifiedtextbubble, Honenuki: Eren Jaeger/spookyscaryskeletons, Bondo: Slimer, Monoma: HopeSummers, Yanagi: iLiEdImDyInGiNsIdE, Rin: snek, Toga: mystique, Sako: lostmymarbles, Hikiishi: queenofmagnetism, Iguchi: eye gucci, Shinokanri: stardust

Usernames: Emos Anonymous Kaminari: blackcloakedbrides, Shoji: fryingpan, Jirou: greentwentyfourhours, Tokoyami: myscientificinfatuation, Todoroki: twentyoneplotpoints, Bakugo: immobileinwhite, Midoriya: falldownboy, Shinsou: stabtheveil, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Chisaki: plummetingininverse, Yukimura: anxietyintheclub, Shimura: nappingwithsirens, Kuroiro: thousandfootcane, Kodai: marianaspit, Monoma: entiretimelow, Yanagi: recentyearsday, Sako: halfminutetomars, Aizawa: hollywoodlivingdead, Shouji: fryingpan, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Aoyama: phantomtown, Honenuki: visualizedragon, Sako: halfminutetomars, Awase: distressparade, Shinokanri: simplestrategy

Usernames: UA Teachers Are Tired™ Eraserhead/Aizawa: grumpy scarf cat, Present Mic/Yamada: screeching cockatiel, Midnight/Nemuri: chaotic goth gay Ingenium/Iida: gotta go fast, AllMight/Toshinori: actual sunshine, Vlad King/Kan: bloody hell, Power Loader/Majima: speechtotext, Ectoplasm: needalegup?, Snipe: kazoo cowboy, Cementoss: concrete block, Blackmist/Kurogiri: goth portals

The Rise Of The Emos-Chapter 2

9:32 AM

We Are Number One™

cena: so, Kirishima mentioned that there's an emo chat? is this true?

9.8: only one way to tell

9.8: when i was

9.8 a young boy

WHAT?: MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

exhausted: TO SEE A MARCHING BAND

WHERE?: HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP

SmolMight: WOULD YOU BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN

EdgarAllanCrows: THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED

HopeSummers: HE SAID WILL YOU DEFEAT THEM

deadinside: YOUR DEMONS AND ALL THE NON-BELIEVERS

idontfeelsogood: THE PLANS THAT THEY HAVE MADE

donthugmeimscared: BECAUSE ONE DAY I'LL LEAVE YOU

Jack Skellington: A PHANTOM TO LEAD YOU IN THE SUMMER

chaoticgaydisaster: TO JOIN THE BLACK PARADE

Pichu: WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY

itsmeyaboy: MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

spookyscaryskeletons: TO SEE A MARCHING BAND

lostmymarbles: HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP

stardust: WOULD YOU BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN

stopwatch: THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED

immafiringmahlaser: SOMETIMES I GET THE FEELING SHE'S WATCHING OVER ME

Cthulhu: AND OTHER TIMES I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD GO

spookyscaryskeletons: AND THROUGH IT ALL THE RISE AND FALL THE BODIES IN THE STREETS

WHAT?: AND WHEN YOU'RE GONE WE WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW

illrememberyouallintherapy: WE'LL CARRY ON, WE'LL CARRY ON

WHERE?: AND THOUGH YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE BELIEVE ME

WHAT?: YOUR MEMORY WILL CARRY ON

SmolMight: WE'LL CARRY ON AND IN MY HEART I CAN'T CONTAIN IT

HopeSummers: THE ANTHEM WON'T EXPLAIN IT

deadinside: A WORLD THAT SENDS YOU REELING FROM DECIMATED DREAMS YOUR MISERY AND HATE WILL KILL US ALL

itsmeyaboy: SO PAINT IT BLACK AND TAKE IT BACK LET'S SHOUT IT LOUD AND CLEAR

chaoticgaydisaster: DEFIANT TO THE END WE HEAR THE CALL TO CARRY ON

exhausted: WE'LL CARRY OOOON

illrememberyouallintherapy: AND THOUGH YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE BELIEVE ME

SmolMight: YOUR MEMORY WILL CARRY ON WE'LL CARRY ON

EdgarAllenCrows: AND THOUGH YOU'RE BROKEN AND DEFEATED YOUR WEARY WIDOW MARCHES

idontfeelsogood: ON AND ON, WE CARRY THROUGH THE FEARS DISSAPOINTED FACES OF YOUR PEERS

Pichu: TAKE A LOOK AT ME ‘CAUSE I COULD NOT CARE AT ALL

iLiEdImDyInGiNsIdE: DO OR DIE YOU’LL NEVER MAKE ME

deadinside: BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART

stardust: YOU CAN TRY YOU’LL NEVER BREAK ME

stopwatch: WE WANT IT ALL WE WANT TO PLAY THIS PART

illrememberyouallintherapy: WON’T EXPLAIN OR SAY I’M SORRY

WHERE?: I’M UNASHAMED I’M GONNA SHOW MY SCARS

chaoticgaydisaster: GIVE A CHEER FOR ALL THE BROKEN

Cthulhu: LISTEN HERE BECAUSE IT’S WHO WE ARE

lostmymarbles: I’M JUST A MAN I’M NOT A HERO

immafiringmahlaser: JUST A BOY WHO HAD TO SING THIS SONG

spookyscaryskeletons: I’M JUST A MAN I’M NOT A HERO

itsmeyaboy: I DON’T CARE

SmolMight: WE’LL CARRY ON WE’LL CARRY ON

WHAT?: AND THOUGH YOUR DEAD AND GONE, BELIEVE ME

itsmeyaboy: YOUR MEMORY WILL CARRY ON WE’LL CARRY ON

Jack Skellington: AND THOUGH YOU’RE BROKEN AND DEFEATED YOUR WEARY WIDOW MARCHES ON

EdgarAllenCrows: DO OR DIE YOU’LL NEVER MAKE ME

idontfeelsogood: BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART

donthugmeimscared: YOU CAN TRY YOU’LL NEVER BREAK ME

HopeSummers: WE WANNA KNOW WE WANT TO PLAY THIS PART

lostmymarble: DO OR DIE YOU’LL NEVER MAKE ME

Pichu: CARRY ON

iLiEdImDyInGiNsIdE: BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART

SmolMight: YOU CAN TRY YOU’LL NEVER BREAK ME

Dazawa: WE WANT IT ALL WE WANT TO PLAY THIS PART

exhausted: CARRY ON

tailfloof: wow

baby shark: told you so

TheGreatCreator: even Aizawa-Sensei joined

Spider-Man: ...

Galvan: are we gonna ignore Aoyama joined too

Akimichi: And Honenuki.

immafiringmahlaser: Uncovered like this...

spookyscaryskeletons: I just really like their songs.

immafiringmahlaser: I guess my closet emo has been discovered. Whoops.

Emergency Exit: Are you guys okay? I hear crying from Kaminari.

WHAT?: ...

WHERE?: i'm adding them to the emo chat

9:54 AM

Emos Anonymous

twentyoneplotpoints has added Honenuki, Shinōkanri, Sako, Awase, Hari, Aoyama, Shoji, Aizawa to Emos Anonymous

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Aizawa's name to hollywoodlivingdead

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Shouji's name to fryingpan

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Hari's name to inhalecarolina

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Aoyama's name to phantomtown

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Honenuki's name visualizedragon

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Sako's name to halfminutetomars

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Awase's name to distressparade

twentyoneplotpoints has changed Shinōkanri's name to simplestrategy

twentyoneplotpoints: i believe, we already know they'll serve here just fine

twentyoneplotpoints: not onto business, why is Kaminari crying.

blackcloakedbrides: I miss that band.

falldownboy: cuddle pile in Kami's room after school.

hollywoodlivingdead: i'm turning on their songs for the remainder of class. 1b is welcome to join during free time.

immobileinwhite: Woe is our poor pure Pichu. Come hither, Denki.

entiretimelow: Denki

falldownboy: for the 1b kids not here to witness.

falldownboy: [video of Kaminari sitting on Bakugou's lap with Hotaru sitting guard on his desk, slightly obstructing view. "Deku, I will break that phone."-Bakugou "No violence during cuddle time."-Kaminari "Fine."-Bakugou; the camera begins shaking because Midoriya's laughing and the video cuts off while Midoriya starts laughing]

halfminutetomars: Ah yes, the burden of darkness that looms over my emo heart lessens slightly with the purity of witnessing two emos supporting one another.

myscientificinfatuation: ...Someone said it before me. I don't know how to deal with this.

anxietyintheclub: y'all two need to hang out. you'd get along way too well.

10:45 AM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

screeching cockatiel: @grumpy scarf cat who wrote 'Avaliable Screech' on the board?

grumpy scarf cat: that would be me, darling. love you.

screeching cockatiel: I love you too but you didn't come up with that, did you?

grumpy scarf cat: it was Hito.

screeching cockatiel: I can't even be mad, I laughed when I saw it.

screeching cockatiel: Sometimes I swear he's just a smaller purpler version of you.

grumpy scarf cat: thank you.

12:30 PM

We Are Number One™

spookyscaryskeletons: Aizawa-Sensei, do you know where my dad is? He said to meet him at the teacher's break room but he isn’t opening the door when I knock.

Dadzawa: he's fine, fell asleep on the couch in here.

spookyscaryskeletons: Well, I brought him lunch.

Dadzawa: kay, opening the door.

WHAT?: Wait, so two of our hero course students are the kids of two of our teachers?

WHERE?: Honestly, I expected Aizawa and Shinsou but not Ectoplasm and Honenuki.

SmolMight: How didn't you expect that?

WHERE?: I just never really thought about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

WHAT?: How many other students have family members that are teachers here at UA?

itsmeyaboy: ...Shirokumo Kurogiri is my dad but my mom never told him about me because he has a wife and kids now so I’m keeping it that way.

lostmymarbles: Not a teacher anymore but my mother was Miss Marble and my father was a villain named Paralysis.

SmolMight: Miss Marble? As in the one who could control marbles as her weaponry? And Paralysis with the immobile touch quirk?

lostmymarbles: The ones and only.

cena: Didn’t her boyfriend kill her because she cheated on him?

lostmymarbles: He killed her because she had me.

Mineta: ha ur moms a hoe lol i knew a reject like you had to have a funny family story

chaoticgaydisaster: @Mineta you wanna fucking GO? Come and fucking fight me you fucking flavor-fucker piss-baby ripoff grape soda wannabe!?

WHERE?: I'm not stopping Touya, I suggest someone else take action. I'll be with my brother-in-law who is hAVING A MELTDOWN

Dadzawa: @chaoticgaydisaster don't fight him, I'll deal with this. Mineta, you've earned yourself a month of detention and garbage duty and you'll be apologizing to Sako.

Mineta: FINE

3:24 PM

We Are Number One™

mystique: Guys, look.

mystique: [pic of Honenuki asleep on his desk]

Dadzawa: that's cute but he shouldn't be asleep in class

mystique: says the teacher texting back during class

Dadzawa: touche

4:20 PM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

grumpy scarf cat: so, @needalegup? Honenuki's your son, huh?

needalegup: And?? Shinsou is yours

screeching cockatiel: Me too? dafaq?

4:56 PM

We Are Number One™

chaoticgaydisaster: @everyone all y'all fuckers stay outta my room, I'm cooking for my man. Don't you DARE interrupt our date night or you die.

lostmymarbles: Sweetheart, you don't need to do that.

chaoticgaydisaster: bullshit. meltdowns = extra love dammit and you will recIEVE IT ATSU

lostmymarbles: I really do love you, Tou.

chaoticgaydisaster: I love you too, now keep playing with Sora, she wants to cuddle.

TheGreatCreator: sorry for asking but I'm way too curious. Sora?

lostmymarbles: My weighted bat stuffie.

EdgarAllanCrows: Aw, bats are adorable.

EdgarAllanCrows: Also, keep up the great work, Atsuhiro.

immafiringmahlaser: You're doing great sweetie.

lostmymarbles: Thanks. That actually means a lot right now.

chaoticgaydisaster: Kay, dinner's almost ready. @EdgarAllanCrows @idontfeelsogood triple date night may now commence.

EdgarAllanCrows: it seems, Kai isn't feeling well and Tenko and Hari refuse to leave his side.

lostmymarbles: Oh dear, is he having a flare up again?

Emergency Exit: I'm afraid so, sadly.

9.8: What's a flare up?

idontfeelsogood: An anaphylactic flare up. He went into shock this time. Recovery Girl wants him to stay overnight because he's still not breathing right.

HopeSummers: How about we bring date night to them?

chaoticgaydisaster: ...it could work.

EdgarAllanCrows: Let's do it.

immafiringmahlaser: What a wonderful suggestion, dear.

HopeSummers: I just don't want them to feel excluded or anything.

5:07 PM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

bloody hell: btw @grumpy scarf cat I saw one of my students wearing an engagement ring today. wtf's happening?

grumpy scarf cat: ah, you mean Sako. yeah, he and Yukimura got engaged the other night.

bloody hell: really? how do you know?

grumpy scarf cat: because I’m in the kids’ group chat with both hero classes.

chaotic goth gay: How am I being surpassed in life by a teenager?

chaotic goth gay: AMERICA EGGSPLAIN!!!

grumpy scarf cat: quit your lying, you're dating Emi.

chaotic goth gay: And you're married to a human toucan and a human cloud! I wanna be married too!

grumpy scarf cat: y'all are engaged. just wait four months, y'all have your wedding.

chaotic goth gay: Unfair.

bloody hell: Hate to interrupt the gay, but some of our hero course students just took a pot, and several bowls with them out of the dorms and are headed toward the school. Should I be worried/concerned or should I just let it happen?

grumpy scarf cat: they asked to stay overnight in the Infirmary with Shimura, Kurono, and Chisaki.

kazoo cowboy: I'm still sorry about that, guys. I didn't know he was allergic to dairy.

goth portals: It's alright. Not many people know outside his friend group and me.

kazoo cowboy: I'm still sorry. I feel horrible and Shimura was pissed.

needalegup?: It's fine. He'll be fine.

kazoo cowboy: Okay. I’m just glad Recovery Girl knew what to do.

8:35 PM

We Are Number One™

WHERE?: So anyway, we already know Midoriya is AllMight's secret lovechild, Honenuki is Ectoplasm’s son, and Shinsou really is Aizawa's son.

WHERE?: But is Tokoyami Hawks' secret brother?

EdgarAllanCrows: God, I hope not

WHAT?: What is that supposed to mean?

EdgarAllanCrows: It means my parents adopted me and I have yet to get in contact with my birth parents and now I'm hoping to any god that will listen that Hawks is not my sibling, I can’t deal with that much sunshine in my life.

EdgarAllanCrows: I can hear Midoriya cackling from his room and it's very offputting.

idontfeelsogood: The whole building can hear it.

WHERE?: Also, what if Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are brothers?

baby shark: we are, dad got him and mom got me and both remarried.

WHERE?: Is Shiozaki Kamui Woods' daughter?

WHERE?: Is Jiro Present Mic's lovechild?

baby shark: go to sleep. this isn't good for you.

WHERE?: Crimson Riot is Kirishima's dad

baby shark: no he's not. sleep or I'll come up there and make you sleep.

WHERE?: fine

4:30 AM

We Are Number One™

exhausted: I’m so tiiiiiiired

WHAT?: Go to sleep then, you heathen.

7:30 AM

We Are Number One™

exhausted: angiejgbnlfdkvnlakfngao

Pichu: That’s an exhausted keyboard smash if I’ve ever seen one.

baby shark: That's cute.

WHAT?: I'll go help him wake up.

baby shark: Tell him I said hey!

Pichu: make sure you bribe him with cats or he won't get up.

WHAT?: I’m making curry bread, takoyaki, and matcha tea for breakfast when I get back if anyone wants any.

Jack Skellington: I'm suddenly awake.

princessbubblegumknockoff: Food!

SmolMight: @everyone get up and get food.

7:45 AM

We Are Number One™

WHAT?: He's up. I'm bringing him for food in our dorms.

Pichu: How many cats did you promise him? That was way too quick.

WHAT?: Dude, none. I said coffee.

baby shark: Ah, the forbidden word.

WHAT?: Yeah, still trying to get him to leave his coffee pot.

WHERE?: Good luck.

SmolMight: Do you need reinforcements?

WHAT?: No, it's good. I've got him. He's coming.

Pichu: How!!!???

WHAT?: Easy.

WHAT?: I told him to bring his coffee pot.

WHAT?: [pic of Shinsou clutching his full pot of coffee protectively while he looks dead on at the camera with a dead ass tired expression]

tailfloof: Wait, he drinks a whole pot of coffee in the morning?

SmolMight: Yup. He's a zombie without it.

tailfloof: That's...

cena: I believe the word you're looking for is scary.

tailfloof: Horrifying.

cena: That too.

8:00 AM

We Are Number One™

Jack Skellington: Did I just see Hagakure in a bodysuit? And hair dye?

cena: maybe

Galvan: Why is there dye in your hair? Isn't that defeating the purpose of being invisible?

cena: It's temporary. I can wash it out.

princessbubblegumknockoff: Oh cool.

TheGreatCreator: So now we can see you! What a great idea, Toru!

cena: aw, thanks.

5:00 PM

We Are Number One™

Cthulhu: Why are there children in the dorms?

Emergency Exit: Because we go to UA and they have set forth a dorm policy.

Cthulhu: No, like...tiny children.

Cthulhu: [video of two kids running up and down the fourth floor boys hallway, one with dark pink and light pink hair]

WHERE?: My sister, Fuyumi, is out of town at the moment with her girlfriend and brought her children over to me to watch because my brother is on an abroad trip to Korea with his boyfriend.

WHERE?: Their names are Hotaru and Yuki, they’re turning 10 in a few days. They’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, don’t worry.

Cthulhu: Ah, thank you, local cryptid.

WHERE?: No problem, pleb.

Cthulhu: I’ve never felt so honored to be insulted. This is weird.

WHERE?: Good, learn to fear the unknowns, Shoji, you need to with that one boyfriend of yours.

Cthulhu: I fear for the safety of my future children now, thanks.

WHERE?: No problem.

Taglist:  @logan-sanders-enthusiast @luckyicekitsune @whippedbel @lgbtforeverything @pinecone-chomper @mikmacmoo @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @purplespiderstormcloud @stankyratman @king-of-the-oranges @headcannons-and-random-things @fear-ze-queer @turtleluv799 @ymmm-someone

[lemonsandstrawberries]

I was First

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU

summary: It is Tony's 50th birthday and while Tony doesn't have any expectations, Steve wants to celebrate early.

length: 1 480

a/n:  Happy Birthday, Tony Stark! Endgame, what? Don't know her. And Tony has the best butt in MCU, don’t even get me started on it! Hope you will like the fic and as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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I was First

"Hey, babe... Babe? Tony? Hey, Tony. Babe. Babe. Babebabebabebabebabebabe-"

Tony pulled his eyebrows together, the annoying sound getting to him through his sleep. It was like someone had been relentlessly poking on his skull, every syllable drilling into his mind. Groggily, he forced his eyes to open, blinking in the dim glow of the night lamp.

"Wha - Steve?" Tony croaked out, wrapped in the covers up to his waist and comfortably smushed, belly first, in the soft mattress on his and Steve's marital bed. With some effort, Tony lifted himself on his elbows, turning his head to the side, trying to locate his husband. "Steve, what the heck-" he complained, finally finding his husband, sitting at his side and smiling too brightly for no apparent reason.

Tony didn't know that someone could smile so much, but somehow Steve did it, adding a lot more enthusiasm into his already perky self and looking elated with Tony being awake.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Steve said in a cheery voice, leaning in closer and pecking Tony's cheek in a tender kiss.

Birthday?

The annoyed feeling from being woken up got replaced by something warmer and fuzzy. Well, that was cute. Annoying to be woken up, but cute to receive birthday wishes from his husband as the first person.

"Aw, thanks, Ste-," Tony didn't finish when he noticed the numbers displayed on the digital clock.

12:01 am. AM. As at midnight. Not noon.

And the annoyed feeling was back.

"Steve!" Tony scolded, not believing that his husband woke him up, barely an hour after Tony managed to fall asleep. That was just cruel. "God! You couldn't wait until morning?!" Tony hissed, wrenching the pillow from underneath his face and covering his head with, wanting to fall back to sleep in comfortable darkness.

"I wanted to be the first to wish you happy birthday," Steve said and Tony didn't need to look to know that his husband jutted his lip forward in a sorry pout, that made him look extra adorable. "I bet your social media is already flooded with wishes!"

Tony groaned from underneath the pillow. Maybe. His birth date was there in the open, for everyone to see and Iron Man had quite a fanbase. It was cute that people cared, but at the same time, it could get a bit overwhelming. This year, Tony didn't plan anything special on his birthday, seeing that he was turning -

"Any ideas what you want to do on your 50th birthday?" Steve asked in a happy voice, the mattress dipping under his weight as he plopped down on his side, next to Tony.

Tony just groaned again, only wanting to sleep. Why his husband couldn't get a hint.

"On my 100th birthday we went to Disneyland for a week, do you remember it, Tony?" Steve continued to chat, not bothered by his husband's attempt to shield himself. "Remember that teacup ride? They should put warnings on those things, I almost puked on your shoes once we were off."

Tony remembered that Disney trip and how happy Steve had been, just grinning and skipping in joy like a child, even if the first ride almost made him vomit. Some pretzels and a cup of water later, Steve had been good to go, choosing more and more daring rides. It was a great trip.

"Sooo... Any wishes for your birthday?" Steve asked in a low whisper, and Tony felt light fingers brushing against his shoulder. It was nice and caused a shiver to travel up his bare back.

"A slide and a ball pit," Tony muttered out, not thinking it through, just hoping that coming up with something ridiculous would make Steve leave him alone and let him sleep.

"That could be arranged," Steve laughed and Tony just groaned. He didn't have the mind power to discuss his birthday. "Alright, I will let you go back to sleep," Steve said generously and shifted on the bed, probably reaching his hand to turn the night lamp off. "Just to be clear - the official version is that I was the first one to wish you a happy birthday, right?"

"Right," Tony croaked out, his body really wanting to get back to sleep.

"Great," Steve said, again in that cheery voice, and for a second Tony had doubts if he would get any sleep if Steve showed that level of enthusiasm, "go back to sleep, babe," he added in a softer voice, pulling the covers up Tony's back, wrapping him in warmth.

"Mhhhm," Tony hummed gratefully, his eyes already closed. Sleep.

Instead of laying still and joining his husband for the night, Steve fidgeted on the bed. "Isn't there a custom that you should get your ass spanked on your birthday, one slap for each year?" Steve asked, and Tony wasn't sure anymore if he was thinking out loud or talking to him. "I think there is. We should do it now. Fifty slaps!"

Tony didn't expect to have his ass swatted, and his body jumped after the first slap, luckily, it was the gentle kind of a swat. More like a pat, really, just with enough force to let him feel it, but not to hurt or leave a bruise. Quite nice.

And that's how Tony fell to sleep, listening to Steve counting the fifty slaps at his ass, and vaguely aware that at some point, Steve played his butt cheeks like bongos, quietly singing 'happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my husband, happy birthday to you.'

When morning finally came, Tony stretched in bed, slowly wakening up. He was alone in the bedroom, and rolled on his side, reaching for his phone and smiling when he noticed the hour.

9:30 am.

A much better hour to wake up to.

And seemed that Steve was right, and his phone did blow up with notifications overnight, starting from text messages from Rhodey and Pepper and ending on social media posts from people all over the world. Out of curiosity, Tony opened his twitter and skimmed through his wall, smiling at each message, until he got to that one post, with the highest amount of likes and retweets, already trending.

Post made by SteveSR_CaptainAmerica. Official account.

It was a photo of Tony and Steve. Both were in bed, Tony flat on his stomach, wrapped in covers, Steve grinning at the camera and holding the digital clock they kept on their nightstand. The displayed hour was 12:36 am.

'I was first. Happy Birthday to the love of my life!' A simple caption and a bunch of grinning emojis and birthday related ones. And the hashtags went on and on and the more Tony read, the more mortified he was.

#happybirthdaytonystark, #happybirthdayironman, #happybirthdaytomyhusband, #FIRST, #lookatthatbutt #ONLYLOOK, #canttouchthis, #mine, #bestbuttintheworld, #stillsmokingat50, #captainamericasfavoriteass

Tony felt a lot more awake and paid closer attention to the photo. While Steve was on the foreground and there was no doubt that it was him, there was no real proof that the man wrapped in the covers was Tony. Well, Tony knew it was him, but it couldn't be so obvious to others. Maybe his sleep ruffled hair was a hint, sticking out from underneath the pillow, or the visible wedding ring on his finger for people who would zoom in, but the most obvious indication was right in the middle of the photo, covered with the thin sheets, but still sticking out enough to be recognizable.

#lookatthatduckbutt, #duckybutt, #ducky, #quackquack

Tony felt embarrassed. Somehow humiliated. Just at the same time, it was so damn funny, he started laughing, just to himself, while alone in the bed. So the Happy Birthday concert Steve had played on his butt during the night was just the tip of madness.

"Happy birthday, boss!"

"Thanks, Friday," Tony smiled, laying in bed, happy and content. "Where is Steve?"

"Captain is during a meeting in the conference room. He told me to give you a message that he will be back after 10 am."

"Hmmm, okay," Tony hummed, working his phone with quick fingers. Aaaand retweet. Tony put the phone away and curled underneath the covers, feeling that he could enjoy some peace and quiet in bed, before Steve would come back and Tony would have to start his day for good. "Please make sure that Steve checks his twitter account."

"Sure thing, boss."

"Thanks," Tony yawned and pulled the covers more over himself, imagining the hubbub his and Steve's exchange would cause, but that would be something for the PR team to take care of and Tony didn’t feel like being bothered, especially on his birthday. To his account, Tony retweet Steve's post, adding comments of his own.

'I confirm it, Steve was first. Thank you all for birthday wishes!' #happybdaytome, #stevecalmyoselfgddamit, #nextime, #stickaflaginit, #andclaimitforamerica #loveyouhusbanddontkillme

Somehow, Tony could hear Steve laughing all the way from the conference room.

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Tony wanting a slide and ball pit was inspired by the fact that RDJ had a slide and ball pit on his 50th birthday party

[purplesurveys]

1086

Do you think someone is missing you atm? No. Maybe my friends do, but like in passing? since I haven’t seen most of them in nearly a year. But that’s assuming a lot and being a little too confident, lmao. Idk anyone who would be actively missing me.

Can you think of one reason why some people might not like you? I have a formal side to me especially when it comes to work, so people might see it as being cold and aloof. I’m also pretty straightforward about my feelings towards certain people, so even if we don’t really talk but I know I’m not fond of them, I’ll silently block them on social media so I don’t see them on my feed lol. That is definitely an easy way for them not to like me.

So we’re two months into 2017. How has it been for you so far? Has anything happened in the past 2 months that you think you will always remember? I was meh. It was my first anniversary with Gab then so everything was going perfectly on the relationship front. I was still struggling badly with mental health issues and a lot of anxiety stemming from my transition to college, soooo it was nice to have someone comfort me during those difficult times. But yeah, the first half of 2017 was basically still me having a tough time in university.

Can you describe what was going through your mind during your last kiss? I was thinking of how happy I was and how everything was going to be okay after all. Look at how wrong I turned out to be, haha. I laugh it off now.

Are you talking to anyone while filling this in? What are you talking about? No.

If you’re in a relationship, are you happy? And if you’re single, are you looking for someone? Not looking. A friend told me some girl was interested in me but she had asked for my star sign, which was an immediate turn-off lol. But in all seriousness, I’m not looking to be in a relationship any time soon, much less date around. It’s my first time being completely single in 6 years, so there’s a lot about me I’m continuing to explore and learn about which is a nice feeling to have. I’ve finally gotten the hang of being alone and actually enjoying being alone, so I don’t plan on breaking the routine soon.

Have you ever been so drunk that you could barely stand? As the friend with the lowest alcohol tolerance, yes.

Was your last hug from someone of the opposite sex? No, they are non-binary.

Will you be sharing your bed with someone else tonight? No.

Is there anything wrong with you right now? I need a shower lmao. But other than that, no.

Have you eaten chocolate today? No, and I’m not looking for it at the moment. Too sweet.

Think back to last night … did you go to sleep before midnight? Yeah, just shortly before midnight. I had been trying to sleep since 9:30 but couldn’t and I was only finally able to fall asleep at like, 11:30 or something.

The last time you sent a text to someone, did you add a kiss at the end? Nah. A kiss would’ve been irrelevant in the text I sent.

Where did you meet the person you love/like? Hm...do I still love her? Idk if I can refer to her in these questions anymore. You all know where we met, anyway.

Have you had any recent calls or texts from any unknown numbers? Did you answer them? It’s unknown but I knew who they were; I’m just too lazy to update their info. It was a missed call but it was beyond 6 PM so I no longer called him back.

OK … let’s just say I’m going to buy you a present … but I don’t know what to get :/ Would you mind if I just bought you a box of chocolates? I’d appreciate the gesture, definitely. It would take me a while to finish it up though.

Has anyone ever stolen food from you? Yeah. 

What is something that people make fun of you for? I’m kinda slow and it takes me longer than most to process things, from simple jokes to complex mechanics. I hate it when people I’m not close to make fun of me for it - because we aren’t even close??? but if it’s my friends, I laugh along since being slow has been my trademark for years hahaha.

Which supermarket do you like to shop at? We usually do our shopping at SM or Metro, but my dream is to be rich enough to be able to do my regular shopping at Rustan’s, ha.

Do you think you might have any obsessive compulsive tendencies? I guess. The one I practice most frequently is having to take several trips to check on something, like making sure I closed the fridge properly, or that I locked the main door when I leave the house, or making sure my bedroom light has been switched off, etc.

Who was the last person to text you? Do you think this person cares for you? Angela, and yeah and she reminds me all the time that she does.

Did you have a conversation last night that made you smile? Sure.

Has anyone paid you a compliment at all today? I don’t think so, so far.

Have you ever been told that your boyfriend/girlfriend wasn’t good enough for you? Hahaha yeah for like the past three years. It always fell on (my) deaf ears, so Angela was relieved as fuck when she found out it was finally over.

Do you think it’s okay to flirt with someone that’s already taken, as long as it goes no further? No. I’d feel pretty betrayed if a significant other started flirting with someone else.

Have you ever been on the phone for more than an hour straight? Way more than an hour.

Are you a spender or a saver? Can be both, but right now I’m a saver considering how much I had to spend in the last two months. Are you currently wearing anything pink? My shorts are pink.

If someone close to you is upset, does that make you feel upset too? Depends on how invested I am in their problem. But if I’m the one who caused them to feel upset, then yeah I’d definitely feel the same way because I hate fucking up.

Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? Sometimes, but it’s been easier to do it these days.

Are you wearing any label brands of clothing? Not right now.

Do you think it’s really possible to love just one person until the day you die? It’s possible. It certainly happened with my grandpa, who I believe was never with anyone else other than my grandma.

Someone attractive is staring at you. What do you do? Use my phone. That, and feel creeped out.

How long can you stay single after a relationship break-up, before you feel ready to be with someone else? It’s been four months and counting and I don’t feel like jumping into another relationship. I enjoy being by myself.

Do you miss someone atm? Does that person know that you miss them? No, I don’t.

Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? Andi is quite polarizing, tbh. They have a loud personality that some will see as being too bold/brash or feeling too close to someone. So I guess yes.

Do you think someone else will also want to fill in this survey? Eh, sure.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's so special about what you're wearing? Nothing.

What was the last thing you drank? I had some water earlier.

Have you ever walked on the beach at night? Nope. 

When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? Like 20 minutes ago.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? I like to hold my doggo’s hand and it seems so does she because you can literally feel her paw tighten around your hand and when you let go she puts her paw on you as if to stop you. It’s cute.

When was the last time you bought a bathing suit? When I was a kid. The times I went swimming when I was older I always just wore a shirt and stretchy shorts. I didn’t feel comfortable in a bathing suit of any kind. Wearing the shorts were already a lot for me as it was. Now I just don’t go swimming at all. I didn’t enjoy it much anyway.

Who is the last person that made you laugh in person? My mom.

What kind of lotion is closest to you? Winer Candy Apple or something like that from Bath & Body Works.

How many rings do you wear daily? Zero.

What woke you up this morning? My lovely stomach cramps and bloated-ness that I get. That’s always fun.

When is the next time you will see your grandma? My maternal grandmother passed away 15 years ago. I’m not sure when I’ll see my paternal grandmother, whom I call Nana. It’s been a couple years since the last time. They live out of state and neither myself nor my Nana and Papa have been able to travel to one another. They used to come every summer in their RV, but they can’t make the drive anymore.

Have you ever been kissed in the rain? No. I’ve kinda always wanted to.

How do you feel about your hair? I hate it. I haven’t been able to get it dyed in almost a year now and it just looks awful.

How are you right this second? I’m in my typical moody, irritable, shitty mood that I get in everyday.

Is there anything you disliked about your last birthday? I was bummed we couldn’t go to the beach, but otherwise it was chill. 

Is your room clean and tidy or messy? It’s a little messy. I have boxes stacked up from stuff I ordered during Christmastime that I still need to take out and my room could just use some reorganizing. The issue really is that I have too much stuff in a small amount of space.

Anything exciting happening soon? No.

Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? This is my diary.

What were you like a year ago? The same and that’s the problem. 

What did you do today? Well, like I said I was woken up this morning with stomach pains so I put on a heating pad and waited for that to warm up and start to help, which thankfully it does but it takes like 30-45 minutes to really start helping. The pain is awful. :/ Then I was able to fall back asleep for a few hours and after an hour I finally dragged myself outta bed (it was like 3PM at this point). I visited with my mom and we watched Judge Judy. Then I ate my leftover pizza from yesterday, visited and watched more TV, and now I’m just doing this while she and my brother went to the store and to go get me a Starbucks. 

Have you kissed anyone on the lips within the past 12 hours? Nope. It’s been almost 8 years now since the last time... omg.

Is someone on your mind right now? Well, the person I last kissed since you mentioned it.

Who was the last person you sat next to? My mom.

What are you doing tomorrow? I have a doctor appointment in the morning and then just the usual stuff I do everyday.

Are you single? Very.

What’s something you need to go shopping for? I don’t need to go shopping for anything at the moment. 

Are you wearing socks? Yep. Always.

What’s the last thing you ate? My leftover pizza.

Last movie you watched? Wonder Woman 1984.

Has someone disappointed you recently? I’m a disappointment to myself.

Do you have plans for this weekend? Nope.

Do you always get along with your siblings? Yeah.

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? I last saw some of them last February for my brother’s 21st birthday.

Why did you fall for the last person romantically? There’s no such person currently, but the last person I fell for was Ty a few years ago. He was a genuinely sweet, kind, caring, laid back kind of guy with a silly sense of humor. He was patient and understanding. Just a really good guy. We just vibed and connected over a lot of things. We had the best conversations. We always had a good time together. Gahh. He was the best. 

Can you speak in a different language conversationally; if so, which language? I can speak a little Spanish.

What is it that you really want right now? To not feel shitty and a Starbucks.

Do you write? No. That was something I used to like to do, though. 

Is there a map hanging in your room? Nope. 

Have you ever gone to see a movie passed 9:00 PM? Yeah, I’ve been to a few midnight premieres. 

Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other? I can’t do either one if we’re moving around, but if we’re just sitting then I’d like either one.

Have you ever had a churro? Countless times. They’re delicious.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Do you have any pictures on your facebook? Yeah, I have a lot of pictures on there. Some go back to 2008.

Is your life anything like it was 2 years ago? Yes, and again that’s the problem.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? No.

If you could get a tattoo, where would you get it? I’m not sure, honestly. I’m too scared to get one anyway.

If you could do something differently, would you go back? There’s so much I wish I could go back and do differently. 

What kind of pants are you wearing? I’m wearing gray leggings.

What are you looking forward to? There isn’t anything.

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An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27,  Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35,  Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 44,  Chapter 45, Chapter 46, Chapter 47, Chapter 48, Chapter 49, Chapter 50, Chapter 51 Chapter 52, Chapter 53, Chapter 54, Chapter 55, Chapter 56

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Chapter 57. Juggling and Swimming

Jugglers. 

People skilled enough to throw three, four, five balls into the air, and with swift and precise maneuvers of their hands, keep them flying over their head. Easily. While smiling.

I remember watching them as a child, open-mouthed, mesmerized. I always kept my eyes on the fast-moving balls, as if studying their hands would steal the magic away. As a consequence, I never tried juggling myself. I was sure that I would drop the little balls -- or lemons, I had seen a guy juggling at the side of the road using the yellowest lemons once -- even before throwing them up in the first place.

Maybe if I had tried to juggle before, my life at university would be easier. Because it felt like juggling. I often found myself lying on my bed after midnight with my eyes closed, not because I sought sleep, but because I was trying to imagine how I would manage to keep all the tasks I had undertaken -- my very own lemons -- successfully flying around me and not send them crashing to the ground.

If I finish this essay on Tuesday night, and then start with the presentation for Dr. Raymond after Wednesday’s practical…

No. 

If I first work on the presentation, on Monday…

Shit. We have the ‘Dissection Drinks’ on Monday night. I can’t miss it again.

No matter how I tried to schedule my tasks, my lemons were one too many.

Jenny had called me twice that week, and both times I had texted back, explaining that I was in the middle of a lecture and I would call her later. Texts had never been Jenny’s preferred means of communication. Which was more than odd, since she had to be the only Gen Z-er who hated texts. With practicals after my lecture and heading to the library to prepare for the tutorials after that, later had become tomorrow, and tomorrow became the day after. 

Don’t forget to call Jenny, I would think to myself at the most irrelevant and inconvenient times. Tomorrow morning. I will call her tomorrow. Before she comes down to Oxford herself and I have to justify the radio silence to Jenny face-to-face.

With Joe things were different. He demanded pictures from my college, my dorm, and my textbooks, so we could compare our respective medical schools and start bickering about whose university was better. It was utterly ridiculous and we both knew it -- since mine was the Oxford University and there was no real competition, to begin with. Not that Joe would ever agree with that notion. We usually texted when I was in the library and ended up writing in caps, our conversation nothing more than ludicrous arguments. I had choked more than once in my desperate attempt to swallow my laughter, but it was more difficult to pretend that I wasn’t aware of the irritated glances shot at me from my fellow students who were trying to study in silence. To Gail’s utter despair, Joe kept arguing with me even when they were together, and on top of that, he tried to pull her into the debate. When Gail grabbed his phone and started talking New York bagels and pancakes, I knew the conversation was over.

Apart from feeling totally overwhelmed by the workload, life at Oxford was good. More than good. Mary and I got along fine, and when we weren’t deep in the library researching for the essays we had to prepare for Dr. Hildegard’s or Dr. Raymond’s tutorials, we had late nights together with Malva and Davie, drinking beers and discussing professors and medics from other colleges. Davie had proposed we call ourselves the very humble ‘Lifesavers’, while I was inclined more towards Malva’s ‘Where’s the Finish’. We settled for ‘Four Angry Pencils’ and we were very proud of our little team.

Texting with Jamie was a constant. He was becoming more and more stressed as his meet in New Jersey approached, and I pulled out all my feel good moves to calm him down. Silly, sweet gifs in the middle of the day, ridiculous voice messages, goofy selfies... We stopped calling in the morning because he was literally running to the pool the moment he woke, and we kept our conversations short at night because he was usually exhausted and needed sleep. No matter how much I smiled or played the fool, he was getting more distant as the days passed by.

“Ye don’t understand, Claire,” he would say, again and again, even though I insisted that I did understand. “It’s very important to do well in this meet.”

I would spend the rest of the call reassuring him that I knew how much the meet meant to him and that he would do great, until at last, he would mumble that I was right and he shouldn’t be so nervous, but that he couldn’t help it. By the time we would say goodnight, he would become my sweat Scot again, sure of himself and his abilities. Until the next morning. 

The Wolverines departed for New Jersey on a rainy Tuesday -- or at least it was drizzling in Oxford. When he was with his teammates, Jamie fell back into being much closer to his old self. He was sending pictures of himself and John making silly faces or smiling like loons, and when he called, his voice sounded aloof, unconcerned. I wasn’t sure whether he strived to maintain a cool facade in front of the others or if he really relaxed around them. I could see that the strain back on his face, however, a frown establishing itself between his eyebrows, the moment he was alone.

“No matter what happens tomorrow, know that we are very proud of you and that won’t change,” I told him the night before the competition and saw him heaving a deep sigh, his chest deflating. 

“What if I fail, Claire? What if I’m not as good as they thought I would be? I can’t continue here without the scholarship and I don’t want to go back to Scotland like that.”

I looked him in the eye and put on my most serious face. “Jamie,” I intoned, trying to keep my voice harsh on purpose. “Stop doing that. It’s not fair! You’re doing a disservice to yourself, can’t you see that?”

“What if --”

“There are no what-ifs. I’ll have none of that,” I announced as if I was his mother and he was asking for another scoop of ice-cream. “You will go out there, and you will swim. Remember what I had written on your birthday cake last year?” 

I could still see the dark blue buttercream letters if I closed my eyes. Not my most beautiful work, but it had served its purpose.

“Just keep swimming,” Jamie replied, and I could swear I saw a smile crack on his lips.

“Just keep swimming, Jamie. I’ve seen you swim, I’ve been there. You swim because you love to. And you’re good at it because when you’re in the pool, you feel free. Don’t be afraid, you stupid Scot! Live it! Go out there and enjoy yourself!”

He rubbed his face with his palms, then ran a hand through his hair. “Ye’re right, I guess.”

“I am. I always am,” I amended. “You should know it by now.”

Jamie snorted, but didn’t disagree. He was smiling now. A wide, toothy smile. “I will think of you the entire time,” I said, softly. “You won’t be alone, I promise.”

Jamie nodded but didn’t speak. 

“I won’t be in the bleachers but I will be thinking of you,” I said again and felt the guilt painfully squeezing my heart. Jamie needed me and I had chosen to stay in Oxford. Not that it had been the wrong decision. It just hadn’t been the right one, either.

“I ken, babe. ‘Tis irrational, this worry.” The camera lost focus as Jamie moved to lie in bed. When his beautiful blue eyes were back on mine, I gave him my biggest smile.

“It is. Don’t let it eat at you. But first, you need to get some rest, and I need to go to bed because we have Hildegard’s tutorial tomorrow and it’s a pain in the arse.”

We ended the call and I returned to my room, my heavy steps the only sound in the corridors. Speaking with Jamie before he went to bed had made me Oxford’s resident nocturnal animal. I fell asleep the moment my head sank oin to the pillow and dreamed of swimming pools, wet auburn curls, and finishing times.

Jamie was more cheerful the following day, but I could tell he still wasn’t completely himself. I went on with my pep talk as I had prepared it, trying to boost his confidence in a break between two practicals, and promised again that I would be thinking of him. Before hanging up I risked sending him a ridiculously loud kiss while wishing no one was around to hear it. I returned to the class keeping my head low, in case anyone would identify me as the silly girl kissing a screen. 

I hadn’t wished Jamie good luck, because I planned on calling him again right before his race. It was our little tradition since we had been in Scotland. He would say “I will imagine that I’m swimming towards you, Sassenach,” and I would reply, “Come find me, then, ridiculous Scot.”

It was cheesier than I could usually handle, but Jamie insisted that he loved the way I blushed every time before I said my part. And that was the reason he demanded we hold onto our own version of ‘good luck’.

I spent a good part of the practical checking the time, counting down the hours to Jamie’s race. It was two hours later when Mary stood in front of me, asking if I was ready for Hildegard’s tutorial. I was ready to nod when I checked my bag and realized I had forgotten the USB drive with our presentations back in the dorm. And like that, we found ourselves running in the rain, boots splashing through puddles and breaths hitching in our throats, frantic to get the flash drive and be back before the tutorial started. 

We made it. We entered the class with our cheeks red, our hair matted on our faces and coats soaked in water, but we made it on time. Dr. Hildegard crooked an eyebrow but gestured towards two empty seats without any verbal comment, and I felt immensely grateful towards the taciturn professor. 

The tutorial was amazing. Dr. Hildegard was so serious and collected, that she kept making jokes we only got when it was too late. She managed to stop Mary’s stuttering while she was a few slides in her presentation by subtly praising her work, and after mentioning a few points I should have addressed differently in mine, she concluded that it was one of the best presentations she had seen from a fresher. I beamed and nodded repeatedly my thanks before I found my voice to properly thank her.

When we left the tutorial, I realized that I had missed the time window for Jamie’s ‘good luck call’. 

I had six unanswered calls and two texts on my phone.

Scot: We left the room and we’re heading to the pool.

Scot: Oh god, there are so many people here. I think the backstroke race is in fifteen minutes or so.

Scot: Sassenach?

Scot: A few minutes left, babe.

Scot: Where are you?

Scot: Claire? Where are you?

Scot: I’m going.

I wanted the earth to open beneath my feet and swallow me up. I had promised I would think of him during his race and instead I had been thinking of… physiology.

Not listening to what Mary was saying about our next tutorial, I called Jamie. It was an hour since I had received his last text and the race must be over now. He didn’t answer.

I called again. And again. 

Feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks, I texted him. 

Sassenach: How did it go?

It wasn’t enough. 

Sassenach: I’m sorry I didn’t call.

Sassenach: I’m so, so, so sorry Jamie. 

Sassenach: I was in Hildegard’s tutorial, and got carried away. 

I waited for a minute after that, then called him again. Nothing. The initial plan was to leave the class at some point to call Jamie, but with presenting my work and then listening to the others... I had forgotten. 

Sassenach: Jamie, please pick up your phone.

It wasn’t that terrible, was it? I didn’t say good luck before a race. A single race. I had talked to him that morning and every day before that. He knew that I would think of him… 

I paused on this thought. I had said that I would think of him, but I didn’t. I wasn’t thinking of him at the time of the race. I had promised.

Pulling my hood over my head I walked back to the dorm, my eyes fixed on my phone. 

Sassenach: I’m sorry. 

Jamie needed me and I had disappointed him. And even though calling him for one last time didn’t seem that important to me, it obviously was important for him. I had messed up. Royally. 

I entered my room and changed out of my clothes, but didn’t dare take a shower. He might reply at any moment. Maybe he hadn’t seen his phone yet. Maybe he was with the rest of the team, celebrating his victory. It wasn’t the end of the world.

As if there was a chance Jamie wouldn’t reply to my texts, no matter where he was.

It was irrational. He was irrational. I repeated that thought to myself, trying to smother the burning feeling that kept eating at my heart. 

Jamie needed me and I hadn’t been there.  

I wore an old t-shirt I had stolen from him when I visited Michigan and buried myself under the blankets. I unlocked my phone and kept looking at my screensaver. He was hugging me tight and we were both smiling at the camera. 

It was just a call, it couldn’t be that bad. I had always been there. People make mistakes.

I looked at Jamie’s eyes in the picture, so slanted from his smile that I could barely see the blue in them. I called him again. 

One more time. 

And again.

Two hours had passed. I saw the lemons I had flying over my head, falling, crashing down.

I set my jaw, tried not to cry, and sent yet another text. 

Sassenach: Call me. Please?

Chapter 58

[trash-and-recyle-fics]

Desperate For Freedom part1

Summary: In a universe where females are not allowed to remain innocent after their 18th birthday Y/N must hide. But when her cover is blown how will the unforgiving government punish her? None other than gifting her to a God from three worlds away. The god of mischief. He is told to keep and do what he wishes with the lying girl. So that is what he will do. Chained to the inside of an air craft she is brought to him on Asgard. Were her fate will be in a liars hands.

Warnings: Swear words, there will be smut in future chapters, grammar, punctuation and spelling mistakes , Some light physical violence

Note: ⚠️THIS IS 18+ FANFICTION READ WHEN YOU TURN 18 ⚠️

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The dinner table was quiet and your parents solemn. Tomorrow you go to the clinic to get the operation to make you a women and available or marriage. Once a member of your society and available for marriage you will be sent away to have children. Only to repeat the system and laws you did not agree with. 

“Mamma cant I-” Your mother, not the one to answer, but your father. His hand made an impact on your right cheek. Your head whipped to the side and your hair fell in your face. The sensation not a new one.

“Mention this again Y/N and you won’t see tomorrow.” His voice commanding and rough. Not the slightest sympathy or remorse for what is going to happen. He was a believer in the government and how they operated. Your mother on the other hand had learned not to voice her opinions that differ from your fathers. You had yet to learn the skill.

“Y/N dear, don’t you want to be married and have a family? Maybe be desired?” She glanced over at your father to make sure it was the right thing to say. He looked pleased enough with her answer. Looking at her the hurt evident on your face. She almost shows emotions not approved by your father. He gives her a flat out deadly look.

“May I go to bed?” Your father nods and you clear your spot at the table practically run up the steps. Your room door missing just like the law states. As a young female you cannot, have a door in your private space, you may not attend a secondary school until you have the operation, you can not celebrate birthdays nor speak of your age to male members of society until you have the operation. You can not date or interact with males. You may not leave your house until 8 AM and you have to be back at 9 PM. You must know the laws before you attend any schooling of any kind. 

Your room contained only a mat made of foams and a insert on your wall that holds your clothing. You go to lay down, but a sudden defiance takes over you. These rules and laws are not for you. The government is a oppressive and strict one. Defiantly not one you support. Without really making the choice you go across the hall and find the glass pain in your parents room. You pick up the metal candle holder and launch it through the glass. You climb over the shards and drop to the cold moss below. The plush moss didn’t help much with the landing. With no time to wait you take off over your barrier that blocks off your property from the neighbors. 

“Y/N!!”

Your mothers voice faded as the smile spread across your face. The need for freedom coursed through you fueling the thought of something you only ever read from stolen books. Entering the waters area, you heard boys talking about it on the walk way before. Girls were not allowed to go. The skimpy clothing might reveal your true age. Only boys and men could go in the cool water. You sat down in the moss legs stretched out chest heaving. The feeling of freedom starting to be realized. You tear off the extra fabric at your legs that always hung loose. Your upper robes covered down to your knees. Ripping the sleeves off you felt like you could breathe better. You stood and started jumping and spun in circles. Celebrating everything you never could before. The date of your birth your newfound freedom and the fact that you could remain innocent forever. You laughed freely laid on the moss. Looking at the sky that held stars as if to light the sky for you and only you. Closing your eyes you fell asleep. 

Cold, wet and happy is what you woke up to. Instead of the midnight sky it was a blinding sun. The moss hugged you and only the sounds of birds and sirens were heard. Wait, sirens? looking up the flashes of yellow and red were seen. Surroding you were men in armor holding spears. Your heart started beating out of your rib cage. You turned to run and was met with a man holding a sword. The dizzy feeling and uneasyness did not go unnoticed.

“NO LET ME GO!!” Your screamed. Another rule broken. No lady was to raise her voice. Arms grabbed you from behind and you thrashed in them another set of arms grabbed your legs. Your parents had sent in the defense team after you. The same team that fought wars and had eaten at Odin’s table. A sharp smack across your face and you saw the same stars as last night expect this time they were falling. 

When you awoke again you had restraints on. Arms behind your back and chains on your ankles. The guards in full uniform holding weapons. Your innocence. Did they take it? As your thoughts started to speed up again the door was opened and minimum of 10 more guards entered the cell. Three without weapons advanced towards you. One grabbed your torso and the other your legs. While the third man unlocked the chain from your ankles. Your body numb as they carried you up stairs and through a door. Inside sat the General of Punishments next to the General of Official's affairs. The room sat publishers who were in charge of spreading official business, like a new war, international affairs and come to think of it treason.

“Y/N Y/L/N is surrendered by the blood parents for treason. Y/N fled from her private area on the grounds of not wanting to give up her innocence. Y/N will be sent to the father realm as a gift to the secondary son of the allfather. As an alternative punishment.” Treason? Asgard? The second child? 

Your home, family and the only place you know is sending you as gift to the god of mischief.   

“Y/N will be property of the secondary child, Loki. He may do whatever he sees fit with her. She will be leaving now.” The three man chained you again with the meatal known as Odin’s truth. It is unbreakable and used on the worst of criminals. You were lifted, you started to kick and fight. Getting in a kick to the man holding your legs he drops them and the man holding your torso looks back and you hit him with your head. His helmet only falling off and causing your head to ache. The man picked up your legs again but firmer this time. It seemed like no time at all before you were strapped in an aircraft between two guards. 

“The flight will be over soon.” The guard on your right spoke. Your body was flung against the back of the seat. Your wrists pinching with the chains on too tight. It seemed to last hours but in reality it was about 30 minutes. 

The guards stood and the aircraft landed. As the door opened more guards were waiting. They had on more official uniforms and better weapons. The guard who was directing the aircraft spoke to an Asgardian defense member. Starting to form a plan of escape when unchained. Your thoughts were interrupted. 

“Yes my lord she is in there.” Heavy footsteps landed on the metal floor stopping in front of you. Not once raising your eyes to see who it was. Your stomach dropped when he was in front of you.

“Unchain her feet she will walk.”  

“My Lord are you-’ 

“Are you questioning me?”

“No-.’ 

“Then unchain the thing.” Thing?! He didn’t even think of you as a life, and you just arrived. The guard undid your legs chains and your belt holding you to the chair. As he grabbed your upper arm to stand you up you kicked him in the knee and ran towards the control panel for the air craft. Your hands still behind your back you started to bend over to press the button that brings the heavy machinery to life but a hand in your hair stopped you. Yanking you back and onto your ass. The twist of your body made your arms throb. The man wearing green black and gold looked down on you.

“As entertaining as that was you will walk pet or you will be dragged.” You roll onto your stomach using your knees to get up. You stand in front of the god and spit in his face. His reaction was not one of anger but something much worse. The grin spread and his voice oozed confidence.

“ Very well we can do it the hard way. I happen to like that way better.” He nodded towards the guard you kneed. “Have her brought to my chambers cleaned and dressed. Her arms will remain chained but her feet will not. Is that understood.” The guard nodded. “Oh and drag her.” You looked at him defiance on your face and a smug grin on his. At least you aren't dead yet. 

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The bed was plush and had silk sheets. The heavy draped were closed and the room lit by candles. The green and black were dominating and had hints of gold within the room. Your arms had been brought in front of you as you were chained to the bed post. A handmaid had washed you in the bath and put on a dress much nicer than anything you have ever owned. Ishbire your realm was not one of riches. Your eyes heavy and your body aching. It had been just you for many hours now no more light was shining under the curtains. When the heavy door swung open you were leaning against the bedpost nearly asleep. His presence took up the room, the looming thought of sleep trying to overtake you. Loki was a god of tricks and lies. He could very well put you under a spell and use you. He could also just as easily kill you.

“Are you sleeping pet?” He peeled off his outer layers. 

“You need to be present for our conversation.” He walked over to you and tapped your face. Opening your eyes he let the evil grin show.

“Sleep.” You murmured. Hoping and praying he would let you doze off into oblivion.

“Only goodgirls get sleep. Which is what I need to talk to you about. From now on you will address me as Sir. You will follow every command I give you if you do not you will be punished, and because you were sent to only because your home did not want you, you will also listen to the handmaids and guards. This is the overview. We will go in depth tomorrow. Understand?” Your eyes shut again and you started to slump. This time a rough slap on your bare thigh woke you up. He had both his hands on you thighs and was leaning so close you could smell him. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Letting put a whine you tried to squirm out of his grip.

“Yes.” you knew without the sir portion of your answer would make him upset. And with that you were issued another slap in the same spot that stung worse. You let out a half cry and tried to bring your legs to your chest. Only resulting in more pressure on them.

 “I asked you a question.” He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “I expect an answer.” 

“Yes,Sir.” you seethed out. He nodded in appreciation. 

“ You will sleep next to me from now on.” He undid your arm chains and dragged you up the bed. In a sitting postion you sat less than a foot away from were he stood. His hands cold on your bare wrists. “If you try to run I will chain you up for weeks with punishment everyday.” You nodded. His nimble fingers wrapped around your throat, pinning you to the bed. You arched your back and tried to shove him away.

“Words, pet.” You shook your head no. He put slightly more pressure on your throat.

“Yes. Sir.”

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Some days

Sydney hated summer. Sophomore year had ended a month ago, and junior year couldn't be coming sooner. It felt like summer had just begun and Sydney hated everything about it. The hot stale air made every day drag, and the sun setting at 8:30 every night didn’t help the days move faster. Every day felt like an awful eternity she couldn’t escape from, and they all blended together. 

‘What day even is it?’

Sydney would wake up every day around 9 after going to bed around midnight the night before. That sounds like a good amount of sleep. It's everything but. She will get into bed and lie awake for hours, unable to actually fall asleep. During that time her mind is flooded with awful thoughts and memories, unable to escape the plague that is the past, making her more tired. This did nothing but make the lack of sleep more frustrating, there was no escape from herself. If she did manage to fall asleep it was only for a couple of hours before waking back up again into the endless cycle. Napping during the day wasn’t any better.

‘Maybe tomorrow’

Sydney was never not tired. If it wasn’t from a lack of sleep the night before it was from an invisible weight placed on her shoulders by an even more invisible foe. She was always wrapped up in a blanket of exhaustion. The most she could do during that time was lie in bed, sometimes for hours, desperately trying to sleep. No matter how tired, physically or emotionally, she is never able to fall asleep. This did nothing but feed an ever growing anger. Sometimes in acts of frustration she’d hit the wall or punch a pillow, not knowing what else to do. She had no one to talk to after all.

‘Not that anyone would want to listen to me’ 

Sydney didn’t have friends. Well, no, she had “friends” but they were nothing more than kids who knew her name, and she didn’t know anything about them other than their names, so it was mutual in that way. She had peoples numbers, and that had hers, but no one ever texted her, and she never texted them. Sydney was never invited to hang out or anything remotely like that by any of her “friends” once. Outside of their shared classes it felt like she didn’t exist. She didn’t even think about dating, and no one ever showed interest in her either. Some days this got to her more than others. She never dwells on it long, but she had to admit, she wasn’t completely innocent on her end. She focused more on school than trying to make friends. 

‘If they wanted to talk to me, they would, I shouldn’t bother them’

Since freshman year school was the only thing Sydney could bring herself to care about. In middle school things fell. Hard. She was in the seat, but she was lost somewhere else entirely, but it was ok. Everyone understood, but time passed. After 8th grade the only thing she was told was “You really need to try harder, high school is when things get serious, without good grades you’ll never get into a good college” and more notably “GPA is forever, pain is temporary” That one stuck with her. Sydney took it to heart, focusing solely on school. It was the only thing that mattered, right? She signed up for AP classes just to push herself. When she got home from school she’d immediately do all her work, not stopping for breaks or for food til she was done, which most of the time wasn’t until it was dark out. So far she hasn't gone to any type of school event or dances, and she wasn’t planning on it. This worked. The teachers and other staff congratulated her on being such a good student, and her mom was proud of her too. The only problem was summer, but right now everyone was happy, right?

‘Im happy, just a slow day’

While every kid always looked forward to the end of the year, counting the days and talking about summer plans, Sydney loathed it. Her mom never let her sign up for summer college courses, saying “Summer is a break, you should enjoy it”. The last thing Sydney could do was enjoy it. Without the schedule and work of school she felt useless. She had nothing outside of school and now she was left with 104 days of what felt like wasted time. Wasted potential. She felt miserable every dragging day of the hot season. Everyday she didn’t do something productive she got more and more pissed at herself, but there was nothing productive to do. She’d watch the same youtube videos and Netflix shows over and over again, while endlessly scrolling through social media, watching the world fall apart. The only thing keeping her going was the promise of school in the fall. Summer just left Sydney feeling awful and she didn’t know what to do about it.

‘It's fine…….it’ll be better tomorrow’

She never left her room. The only times she did was to use the bathroom, get water, or grab some food. Sydney was home alone almost every day, her mom opting to get every work shift she could, so she had free rein over the house, but she chose the safety of her room over any other place. Without school her room fell into disarray, a mess was putting it lightly. Eating was rare. At most she’d grab one small thing to have once a day. It always felt like ignoring the hunger was easier than doing something about it. Sometimes her mom would order take out or pizza, and that would be the snack for the week, still not grabbing some as often as she should. Sydney did however drink plenty of water. She always had her water bottle by her side on her desk. Whenever it was empty she would immediately get up to refill it, an interesting habit she developed long ago. She ate food and drank water, she was healthy enough, right?

‘psh I’m healthy’

Sydney wore the same clothes every day. Simple dark blue skirt, with a matching blue tee, and a striped long sleeve underneath, and she’d never be caught without her long hair in a ponytail. While this look was cute that's not exactly why she wore it so often. Those clothes were the closest thing to her on the floor when she woke up in the morning, sometimes she’d even go to bed with them on, just not caring. Her ponytail easily hid the fact she hadn’t showered in a week. She had a hard time being motivated to get a fresh set of clothes, or take a shower, but that didn’t matter. No one was ever going to see her anyway, so what?

‘I’m clean, enough’

Sydney never went outside. Other than grabbing the mail there was no point. Besides she didn’t to be seen outside alone. Everyone around here was always on a walk with someone, even if it was a dog, no one was ever alone. So even if she wanted to go out, which she definitely didn’t, she didn’t want to be that freak loner kid on the street. She decided long ago that her room was better than the outside anyways. Watching the clouds float past through her window was just as good as being outside, definitely.

‘Why is the sky so blue?’

There was nothing wrong with Sydney, and she knew that. The school rewarded her for working like this, and her mom didn’t notice anything wrong with it. She was finally the girl they all wanted her to be. Sure sometimes she’d get really frustrated over some small insignificant thing, but she never cried over it. She didn’t allow herself to. Everyone gets upset from time to time. 

‘I'm just a stupid teenager with stupid teenage emotions’ 

In her eyes, all she had to do was make it to junior year, then everything will be fine again. No more boring days. No more feeling completely fucking useless because she hasn’t done anything in weeks. The school will go back to praising her and she’ll pass all her classes with flying colours. Just what everyone wanted. Just a few more weeks til the start of a new year. 

Sydney just has to make sure nothing and no one got in her way, and she’d be fine,

‘right?’