#i started working on this at 7pm yesterday

[regnismemorias]

"You're staring again, Агент Hotchner."

A mischievous glint shined brightly in Glitch's violet-touched eyes as she turned to meet his umber gaze over her shoulder. She leaned forward onto her elbow, cheek resting gently in the palm of her hand. Crimson-painted nails drummed quietly on the mahogany surface of his office desk. There's confidence in how the young woman carries herself, a comfort from the frequent visits she's made as a contracted I.T. security specialist for the BAU. She's been here, in this seat, his seat, his office, at least three times this week alone.

'Observing surveillance analytics from the source,' Her boss explained to her. 'A matter of national security - under no circumstance should this be done remotely.'

The young genius is nothing if not diligent in her work, opting to stay much later to obtain the full scope of information needed. ( Surely, it had nothing to do with the present company lingering just behind her, as he had been for each of her visits. ) It's the second time tonight Glitch has felt his piercing stare at the back of her head, boring through her & sending scorching shivers down her spine. Once is a fluke, a mere coincidence; something she could reasonably chalk up to Aaron simply being exhausted after a long day's work. Twice, however? The young woman swiveled in the office chair to face him fully, chin dipping low as she looked up at him through her lashes. She's kept a cool, assured demeanor so far, but looking at him now left her with a gentle flutter of butterflies in her belly.

"Something on your mind? Извини, I know we've been staying pretty late these past few nights. You must be beat, да?"

@retriibutions - for Aaron Hotchner

[ms-hells-bells]

my wrist is killing me lol

[skeilig]

a blessed succession sunday to you and yours

[seekingthestars]

happy wednesday, going bss is the best thing and also i've been so tired this week i don't wanna do anything also i have a ton of projects at work and i'm just sorta. existing. vaguely.

[firjii]

got a terminal case of the lazies today lads, I crunched hard yesterday to upload an EP in time for Bandcamp Friday and it's absolutely gonna also go live everywhere else but HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BRAIN BROKEN TODAY

[woozvc]

promises.

pt.2 of this fic - better left unsaid

synopsis - mingyu can't let you go.

pairing — mingyu x gn!reader

genre/s — hurt-comfort,minor fluff??

a/n - this isn't my best work but I had so many people asking for part 2 so I had to write it 😭😭 I'm not good at writing hurt comfort so pls forgive and focus on mingyu <3

w/c - 1k ish

“y/n get up”

you groan and pull the blanket over your head, wanting to block the sunlight coming into the room. your best friend was kind enough to let you crash on her couch for the night, but you forgot she had a life, work in the morning.

“give me 5 more minutes” you snuggle into the warmth of the couch.

“y/n if you don't get up I swear I'll call up mingyu right now- oh okay damn that was fast”

she stares at you as u immediately get up and give her a annoyed look

“did he really hurt you that bad?”

did he? it's something you also didn't know the answer to. honestly speaking you were mad at mingyu but somewhere in your heart you wanted to forgive him. somewhere in your heart made you think that maybe he never meant it, maybe it was really the heat of the moment

“he hasn't called” you look over to your phone, staring at it. it's silent, no notifications from mingyu asking you where you where or anything. it was completely silent

“he's doing what you asked him to” your friend hands you a glass of water

“I have work but you can stay here as long as you want, don't think about the fight too much okay? from what you've told me, he seems like an amazing dude, maybe it really was a heat of the moment thing? anyway don't rot here all day, if you can go out get some sun” she gives you a small hug and a smile. you nod and say goodbye to her.

the rest of the day goes by quick. all you do is sit on her couch and watch some shows. you thought of cooking something but it kept reminding you of last night so you let it go

it's about 7pm when the door bell rings. you get up to open it, fully expecting your best friend to be standing on the other side. but its not. instead it's a man.

“oh”

oh.

you meet his eyes. he looks the same as he did last night. you don't look better yourself, messy hair and puffy face.

“can I come in?”

“this isn't my house”

“then can you come out?

“I don't know”

mingyu runs his hands through his hair and sighs. he looks at you one last time before sitting down right in front of you and looking up at you.

“mingyu what are you doing..”

“what I should've done yesterday” he looks directly at you, his eyes threatening with tears.

“I get you want to be left alone y/n but I can't do this. I need you to know I'm sorry. I can't let you go to bed mad at me. you don't have to speak to me but please just listen to me?” he looks at you pleading. if the atmosphere was different, you would've laughed at him, told him how he looks like a puppy sitting at the foot of the door.

you don't say anything though. you slowly slide down the door and sit next to him, looking away.

“y/n, you're the love of my life. I've never loved anyone like I love you. what I said yesterday…I regret it. I know that's not enough, I know you have every right to not believe me. but I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I wasn't thinking, I had too much anger and frustration which just burst on you and I'm sorry okay? you don't have to forgive me but please, please believe me when I say I'm sorry?” his voice was shaking. he was trying not to cry and speak as clear as he could but he was failing. he took a deep breath through his tears

“you don't have to contact me right now, talk to me when you want to, I'll leave you alone for now” he started getting up slowly when you grabbed his arm and made him sit down again. you finally look at him again.

“I'm still mad at you, but I'll let it go for now. I want you to promise me this won't happen again.”

mingyu smiles, wiping the tears off his face

“I promise, I swear on my life I'll never speak out of frustration again, I promise.”

you nod, holding your hand out to him “okay, let's go home.”

mingyu pulls you into a hug, buring his face in the crook of your neck and smiling. you hug him back, just enjoying his warmth for a while.

you hear footsteps and look up

“you guys are so cringe.. ugh you're going to let bugs into my appartment please leave or get in or do something so I can close my door”

you laugh, glad mingyu didn't leave this unsaid.

[mkmas]

Take Me, My Beloved Villain - Jude Jazza

sorry for any mistakes 🙇‍♀️ also everything is owned by cybird, i only translated

Kate: Ju-Jude, please let go! I can walk on my own!

Jude grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me down the corridor.

Jude: You’re going to run away as soon as I let go. I have to be cautious.

Kate: I won’t run away! I will pay back what I owe you…!

Today is the 31st of December.

I had been helping Victor make preparations for the countdown party since this morning.

However, Jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

“Have you forgotten that you owe me for saving your life yesterday? I will have you pay me back in labor.” …….. Then, he kidnapped me.

(I’m grateful to Jude for saving me from almost getting shot last night. He saved my life)

(But…)

Kate: It must be hard for Victor to prepare alone…..

Jude: Ha, you’re worried about him? How kind of the princess.

Jude: But it’s useless to try to measure someone who is the Queen's aide by ordinary standards.

Jude: No matter how much you complain, it's already decided that you're going to help me with my work. Shut up and follow me.

And so, I was forcibly brought to the common room.

On the desk is a familiar typewriter.

Jude: Use it to transcribe the handwritten documents. The format should be the same as the sample.

Ellis: Jude, I got what you asked for.

Ellis, who came into the room after us, had his hands full of papers.

Kate: Thi-This many…..!?

I trembled, and Jude gave me a cold glare.

Jude: Can’t do it? Was your life so light that you didn't deserve a job of this magnitude?

Jude: Sorry….. I must have overestimated.

Kate: Life isn’t light, even for me. But….. It’s too much, I don’t know if I can do it alone.

Ellis: It's okay, Kate. Jude wouldn't ask someone who isn’t capable.

(….. Ellis and Jude are like carrot and stick)***

Kate: ….. I understand. I will do it wholeheartedly…..

Jude: Don’t put your heart into it. All I want is speed and accuracy.

Jude: If you miss even 1 letter….. Do you want to know what happens?

I began work with a twitch in my cheeks, sensing that it was more than just a threat.

———

Jude: ….. That’s enough.

Jude stopped my work at 7pm, a few hours after we started.

Kate: Eh…. But it looks like there are still some paperwork left to do…..

Jude: No matter how much progress you make, there's no point in reviewing if I can't catch up.

(But I think Jude's revision work is well on its way….?)

Jude: ….. What’s with that face? I told you to stop, but you’re not happy?

Kate: N-No. It’s not like that.

(….. That’s right. Jude said so, so let’s call it a day)

I've learned from experience that pestering him will only make him grumpier, so I decided to clean up my desk.

Kate: What kind of year would you like to have next year, Jude? Do you have any resolutions?

Jude: Resolutions? I have nothing like that.

Jude: The year changes, but in reality, there’s no actual real effect. It's just an arbitrary boundary decided by humans.

Jude: Last year, this year, next year, nothing I do will be any different.

(If I recall correctly….. Jude needs money to fulfill his promise to someone)

(That’s what you’re working so hard for, right)

Kate: Jude is pushing forward towards his goal.…. It’s amazing.

Jude: Flattery will get you nothing in return.

Kate: I’m not looking for anything in return, I really do think so.

It didn't mean anything, but Jude frowned as if he had eaten something he didn't like.

He waved his hand as if to tell me to get the hell out of the room.

———

Victor: Kate! Are you finished with the work Jude asked you to do?

Kate: Yes, he doesn't need any more help today.

Victor: The best timing, we were just about to eat.

Victor: I'm glad Jude kept his promise to me.

(Oh, by the way…..)

———

It was when Jude came to the kitchen to take me away.

Kate: Sorry, Victor.…. I have to help Jude.

Victor: Don't worry about it. I'll prepare everything for you too!

Victor: But….. With all these delicious food prepared, you have to get Kate back in time for dinner, okay?

Jude: It’s up to her to decide when she can go home.

———

(….. Jude, I guess you let me go because it was time for dinner.)

The timing of the work being stopped seemed unnatural, so it must be it.

Then, time passed as everyone gathered in the dining room to eat.

However, Jude never came to the dining room.

(I guess his work isn't done yet…..)

Curious, I kept looking at the door, but there was no sign of anyone coming in.

Roger: Kate, could you do me a favor?

Kate: Yes, what is it?

Roger: I want you to bring Jude some food.

Roger: Jude hasn't eaten anything since lunch, has he? If he dies, we'll have a lot of work to do starting in the new year and it will be troublesome.

Roger: He would get annoyed if I nag him so I would be grateful if the young lady can encourage him.

Kate: …..! I understand!

Having found a good reason to visit Jude, I put some food on the plate and left the dining room.

Alfons: ….. Saying you’re worried when you’re really not, how shameless.

Roger: It’s not really a lie, is it? Well, the biggest motive was that the young lady was worried.

———

I came to the common room with a bowl of hot soup and a loaf of bread.

(Huh…..? Jude isn’t here. He left his papers here, so he’ll probably be back soon)

There, my eyes fell on the desk that Jude had been using.

(Ah….. I knew it, it was a lie that the revision process couldn't keep up)

The paperwork I had finished producing had long since been reviewed, and another new set of work documents was spread out on the desk.

(From the moment we met... Jude has been mercilessly and arrogantly cornering me.)

(So why does he sometimes give me kindness that is hard to understand?)

Is it just a whim, or is it to win me over and use me.…. or is it something more?

(….. I don't know what Jude's true feelings are, which is why I'm so curious and want to know)

But, even in the midst of uncertainty, there are certain things.

I hope Jude’s dream comes true one day, those are my feelings.

(That's right! Let's make a wish for the New Year!)

(I think I'll use.….. this wooden desk that Jude used)

Kate: Touch wood…..

While whispering, I tapped the desk lightly. It's a spell that has been passed down in England for a long time to ward off evil spirits.

Jude: ...... What are you doing?

Kate: !?

I heard a doubtful voice behind me and turned to see Jude standing there.

Kate: Wh-When did you get here…..!?

Jude: Just now. …… So, what’s up with the princess?

Jude: Muttering to the desk with a grim look, were you trying to put a curse on me?

Kate: It’s the opposite! I brought dinner, and gave Jude a good luck spell.

Stuttering my words, I explained that I had no malicious intentions.

Jude: I don't need silly wishes like "I hope my wish comes true".

Kate: N-No! I didn’t wish like that.

Jude: ….. Oh?

Jude raised an eyebrow in interest. I felt like he was urging me to continue, so I opened my mouth again.

Kate: ….. Jude says if you owe something, you should pay it back.

Jude: Loans exist to be paid back.

Kate: If the loan is to be paid back…..

Kate: In that same sense, I hope your efforts will be rewarded as well.

Jude: …..

Kate: That’s why….. I wished that Jude’s efforts would be rewarded.

Jude: ….. What a childish wish.

Jude's reaction was as cold as I expected, but that was okay.

Whatever I wish in my heart, is my choice.

Jude: And yours?

Kate: What is?

Jude: Resolutions, resolutions. I'll have to pay you back for your questionable spells. It's a pain in the ass, but.

I never thought that he would give back what I had wished for on my own.

This kind of discipline may be one of the reasons why Jude has been so successful in his work.

(My resolutions for this year are…..)

Kate: ….. I would like to get to know Jude and spend more time with him.

Jude: Spend even more time with me? Come on, you don't have to make that your resolution.

Kate: Eh…..?

Jude: You owe me a lot, remember?

Jude: You don't think you can pay back in a day what you owe me for saving your life, do you?

Kate: Eh, it’s not right!?

Jude: You said it yourself, life is not light. It's not even close.

Jude: Don't even think you can leave me until you pay off all your debts.

(Then that means….. I can spend a lot of time by Jude's side?)

Jude was probably just stating the obvious, that I owe him and I should pay him back, and that there is no special meaning to this.

(It bothers me that I'm treated like a labor force, but still... I don't know why... I'm happy)

The fact that I wanted to be by your side and was allowed to do so even for whatever reason warms my heart.

Jude: ….. Respond.

Kate: Ye-Yes…..! Next year too-

At that moment, as if timed perfectly, a bang sounded.

When I turned around, I saw large fireworks going off in the distance from the common room window.

(….. Oh, it's the New Year already)

Kate: ….. Let’s get along well this year too, Jude.

Jude: Haha, what a gentle and polite bow….. Hopeless.

Jude removes his gaze from mine to resume his work.

It was a new year that came without a countdown, but that didn’t bother me.

Maybe it's because I'm looking forward to being by Jude’s side this year.

***carrot and stick (飴と鞭) or candy and whip = combination of reward + punishment.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i tell my thesis coordinator, about one of my groupmates lack of comitment?

I want to start saying english is not my first language, and give some over all info. I am writing this on the 28th of November, 2023, a Tuesday. I am a Game Design major.

Ok, so i am doing my thesis work, and for what we thought it was going super well!

We have 5 members in our group, me, the game designer, 2 artist (M and B) and 2 programers (A and P).

As I said I thought things were going fine, we had a dead line for monday, yesterday as I am writing this, and we planned to have everything done by Sunday, with monday being a playtest by 3 people or so.

Both artists had all tasks done by wednesday and friday, and both were helping me with formating the big game design document 194 pages long baby! Wich got done by saturday night. However, I got informed by P that there were some issues with the code for the game, and they were gonna try and fix it by monday afternoon. It comes monday and i try and talk to both programers to get info on the game, and A tells me he can't talk cuse he is to busy and that he needs me to write the conclusion of our thesis paper. I found it weird that he asked me that now, since he said the writing was done on June! I believed that we only had to add some in game screenshots, but I write it the conclusion without any arguments.

Anyway, me and the other 2 artists get in a call to check the prsentation slides, and M says she has something important to talk about. B joins and the truth comes out. M explains that A has been doing another persons thesis coding work, not helping, but doing it entirely! We were super surprised and she asks us to not tell anyone else, and says this has been going on for a while, and she did confront A about it a week back, and he promissed he wasn't gonna work on the other guys project. Turns out he did work on it mutiple times, and even filmed the walktrough of the game for the guy. As I am writing this, A has told her he was working on this today.

Before we continue with this mess, I want to explain how M has found this out. A few months back A did tell her he was helping this other guy out with the code, he is a good programer and this dude is doing the thesis by himself, so she didn't think much of it, but a few weeks back, when she was asking A to implement some assets she had finished, he said he was to busy with Guy's project to do it. At this point she realised how much he was involved, and let me tell you, M knows how to extract information, she now knows A is also being PAID for it, he guy owns 500 bucks to A from what I gathered, besides what has alredy been paid. ANYWAYS let's get back to this mess.

I was so tired I couldn't even really react, and just did what I had to do that day, by this point I gathered we wouldn't be able to do the playtest, and write the thesis conclusion acordingly. Around 10 PM the programers tell me the game still has a few glitches but they have uploaded it to the google drive, and i do a one over and send in the file for avaluation.

I spent today mostly relaxing, reading and watching some videos, but around 7pm i am consumed by the anger and betrayel i couldn't feel yesterday, and I talk to B about what happened

We agreed we had to confront M about the situation, and since me and B were not supposed to know about it, she had to talk to A. She said she alredy did, and told us that A was planing on talking to everyone on the next meeting (tomorrow), however, i argue that P needs to know beforehand, since this situation is horrible and he could lash out if A just dropped this on him, us 3 agree and invite P to the group.

Turns out A has told P about it today, but he was so tired from the past few days, he had no energy to react.

We talked a lot, and we agreed we need to talk to our coordinator about this hole mess, wich is probably gonna happen the following days.

So, WIBTA for airing this mess?

What are these acronyms?

[suuuupernovaaa]

Today is Monday. On Sunday, you moved into Spencer Reid’s apartment.

He works long hours, while you’re annoyed if work isn’t wrapped up by 4pm. You’re home first but it still doesn’t really feel like home. It feels like your boyfriend’s house.

You put away a small bag of groceries and open a bottle of wine. The dinner you have planned is a marathon, not a a sprint, so you get started on the prep right away while an audio book plays over the speakers.

By the time the chicken is in the oven, the main character is just finding out that her new love interest is a vampire - how shocking!

You put away a few things you hadn’t gotten to yesterday, mostly clothes and records, and tidy up a little. The floors need swept. The place could use a little dusting. The bathroom needs sprucing. Time flies when you’re cleaning and ‘reading with your ears’, as Spencer says.

The timer for the chicken dings and as you pull a delicious smelling meal out of the oven, the front door opens.

You set the hot tray down and grab your phone to pause your audio book. Spencer enters the kitchen as you grab two plates and two wine glasses out of the cupboard. Those are yours, and they make you feel more at home here.

“How was your day?” Spencer asks, setting his bag down on the counter. The clock tells you it’s 7pm - he’s a little later than usual.

“Fine, slow. Yours?”

He’s looking around the apartment, scanning it with his eyes. “You - did you clean?”

“Just a little, while the food cooked.”

He turns back to you, and the expression on his face is hard to read. Is he glad you cleaned? Angry? Annoyed?

The relationship is still relatively new. Your friends all told you it was too soon to move in, but you were already spending almost every night here, and your lease was up. It felt like the logical next step.

“So you cleaned and made what smells like a really, really good dinner, and I just get to come home and enjoy all that? And you, as well?” Spencer crosses the kitchen, a peaceful smile on his handsome face, and the tension you were holding in your back and shoulders finally releases.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss that’s warm, cozy, and expresses his gratitude.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers into your ear as he holds you. “I don’t deserve it.”

“No talk like that,” you reply, squeezing him right and pressing a kiss to his neck.

The longer Spencer holds you there in the kitchen, silently thanking you, the more your surroundings start to feel like home.

You think you’ll probably prove everyone wrong, and it’s not really important, but it does feel good.

Spencer smiles down at you, and as always, you smile back.

Yes, this is where you belong.

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Kist Day 2024 - Cigarette Break.

I, personally, hate to brag, but I wrote 7 pages (if you put it on Google docs).

i'm not really obsessed with this, I don't like how their personalities came out, but then again I knew about Kist day literally yesterday at 7pm so- enjoy!

This is also my first writing on this blog, so yippee!^^

Summary - Dust and Killer never got along together. So when they both wake up in the middle of the night and run into each other, the have a cigarette break. However, will either of them reveal why they were up?

TW - Killer x Dust, cigarettes / smoking, hallucinations (Dust's Papyrus), bloodlust / L.V. high, mentions of attempted murder, g a y

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Killer and Dust were two sides of the same coin; Dust was calm and quiet, never speaking too much, always caught up in his head. He was never caught twice slacking in his work, because though he may hide it well, he was always wary of those around him. Killer was loud, never thinking twice about what he said or did. It was safe to say he was arrogant with his spot as Nightmare’s right-hand after Cross left. He was never concerned about his actions’ consequences. Of course, that led to ‘punishments’ from Nightmare, but he never learned his lesson.

It was late at night, around four in the morning, when Dust woke up from a restless slumber. The voices he heard were more violence-craved than usual, causing him to panic and wake up in distress. It wasn’t anything unusual compared to the countless times he woke up with his magic on with summoned bones. He remembered one specific day vividly. He summoned bones in his sleep that attacked a wall and damaged most of his room. Killer and Horror rushed in and he almost killed them with a gaster blaster. Nightmare came just before it hit them and made a wall to protect them. Nightmare focused his energy towards Dust, or so he’d been told, to divert the negativity away from him to feed off. He remembered waking up in a panic and jolting up from his bed, only to be met with Nightmare scolding him for waking up everyone. He didn’t care too much about the insults, the yelling, or the punishment for not eating for a week and gaining the harder missions. What truly pissed him off was the grin Killer was wearing the whole time while he saw him being chastised. He clenched his fists while glaring, but Killer’s smirk just widened at the sight. It was clear he enjoyed the scenario in front of him, and he didn’t give a damn that Dust was in trouble. He wished Nightmare didn’t block the gaster blaster from Killer’s stupid target soul. That was the day when he declared he officially hated Killer.

His footsteps patted against the wooden staircase as he descended from the third floor to the second. When Nightmare first recruited him, he was easily lost through the twisted labyrinth of the castle. He remembers when he first met Killer outside of Nightmare, he was aimlessly walking around the castle, trying to get a feel of the layout. Killer approached him and, without warning, started teasing his clothing, saying he looked just like Sans. It ticked him off, and Killer could tell. Did that make him stop? No. If anything, Killer just got more persistent. When Dust didn’t react to the insults as much, Killer randomly threw a knife towards him. A fight broke out until Nightmare came and separated them. The whole situation just made his hatred for him grow.

Thinking about Killer made Dust more stressed. It always bothered him how nonchalant Killer was about the whole situation. He took his hood and pulled it further down his head, feeling self-conscious about his face, his identity. He was never comfortable knowing those other versions of himself, so carefree and happy, could’ve been him.

‘Feeling down, Sans?’ Dust sighed at the familiar voice.

“Go away, Papy. I can’t right now,” Dust said deeply, determined to ignore the voices and their pleas for bloodlust.

‘But Sans,’ complained Papyrus, his bodiless figure swirling around Dust, ‘I feel that you feel what I feel! I know you feel the urge-’

“No is no. It’s late.” Dust pushed himself forward, forcing himself to drown out his decapitated brother’s head.

His brother was pissed off. ‘Sans! Now isn’t the time to joke around you lazy skeleton! You’re L.V. is rising, I know it!’ Sans Dust didn’t respond. ‘Who knows?’ Papyrus said, getting closer to Dust’s face. ‘Maybe you could just kill some of your friends-’

“Not my friends,” Dust interrupted again, turning away from his dead brother. “They’re my… teammates, I guess.” Papyrus sighed, floating beside his brother as they stalked the corridors.

The walls were an ashy gray, giving the illusion of being trapped in a void. The only light source was the full Moon shining light through the giant windows on the walls. Dust tried to ignore Papyrus’s nagging by focusing on the other sounds and sights in the castle. However, it was painfully quiet tonight, and nothing interesting in the castle beside him and his brother’s head.

‘It’s pathetic,’ said Papyrus, continuing with his speech. ‘You’ve worked here for… how long? Months? Years? And yet you all hate each other. Isn’t it embarrassing?’

Dust sighed. “I don’t hate Horror. Just Killer and Nightmare.”

‘That just makes him an easy target!’ Papyrus exclaimed, trying to get his point across. Dust looked at Papyrus like he was crazy. Papyrus huffed and corrected himself. ‘Killer’s an easy target, not Nightmare. Killer doesn’t like us either, so it wouldn’t be shocking if you attempted it, anyway. He’s just an emotionless oddity and a loyal dog. We can take him!’ Sighing, Dust just accepted he wouldn’t get out of this conversation no matter how hard he tried to ignore him. ‘When has he ever done anything for us, huh? He hates you. He’s always mocking you, your personality, your traits, everything.’ Papyrus floated in front of him and stared him dead in the eyes. ‘If anything, you should just do it now. It’s not like he’ll be missed, anyways.’ Papyrus scoffed.

“Please, stop,” Dust pleaded. He looked down at the floor, avoiding the gaze of his dead brother as he continued walking the halls.

‘Unless, of course, you’re growing sof-’

“Dust!” A voice echoed through the hallways, snapping Dust out of his trance. Dust perked up and looked around. Papyrus wasn’t in front of him anymore. Unfortunately, what was in front of him was a skeleton with gray shorts with a white stripe, a black, sleeveless shirt, a messy red target in front of his chest, and black tears falling from his eyes in messy strokes.

“Killer,” Dust replied, nodding his head as a greeting. His tone was quiet, not wanting to talk longer than needed. After all, he spent most of the day arguing with him.

Grinning as usual, Killer approached him. “So, watcha up-” Killer started speaking, but Dust was walking past him, attempting to leave the conversation. However, Killer wasn’t much for social cues and turned around to follow. “Geez, rude much?” As if he wasn’t the rudest person Dust met since Papyrus.

“I’m not in the mood,” Dust admitted.

Killer huffed. “Well, that attitude isn’t gonna bring you anywhere.” When Dust didn’t respond, he rolled his eyes and walked beside him. The two roamed the hallway. “So, what are you up for anyway? Unless you’re in a depressive episode as usual, then that would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Killer snickered slightly, but Dust remained quiet. The only noise that filled the air was the sound of trees rustling in the distance, the leaves shaking in the wind. Killer’s grin fell into a frown. It was always hard to tell what Dust was feeling. His hood always cast a large shadow on his face, covering most of his expressions.

“You’re always so boring,” Killer said, his void-like eyes narrowing. “Also weird, but we’re also murderers, so that makes sense, doesn’t it?” It’s not like he was expecting a response. Killer gave an exaggerated groan, flailing his arms up. “You’re so quiet. I don’t like this silence.”

“Well,” Dust argued, “I do.”

“That’s because you’re boring.”

“Oh, shut up.” Dust, deciding he had enough of Killer and his annoying antics, took a sharp corner to a balcony. Maybe he’ll finally have some peace around here.

The night outside was peaceful and quiet, shades of blue, all blurred together like someone took a brush and mixed a bunch of watercolors. The stars were like speckles of paint splattered randomly around the sky, making intricate patterns. The balcony on this floor had a beautiful view, but the balcony itself wasn’t as nice. It was made of gray concrete, just like the rest of the castle, but slightly cracked and chipped. Dust was surprised that it hadn’t collapsed yet.

Dust sighed heavily and leaned on the railing. A nice breath of fresh air was just what he needed. He shoved a hand in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

“Y’know-” Killer started behind him- “those aren’t very healthy.”

“We’re skeletons.” Dust took out a cigarette and flicked the tip. In an instant, the cigarette’s tip lit up with a blue flame. “We don’t have lungs.” Dust put the cigarette in his mouth and slightly relaxed at the familiar feeling of nicotine. Killer huffed but didn’t say anything. Dust was grateful for it.

The two stayed out on the balcony, surrounded by a calming silence. Dust was confused about how Killer could stay so quiet, but he didn’t question it. He didn’t want the fragile silence to shatter the moment he started asking questions. Without saying a word, Killer stood beside Dust, staring into the sky. The wind was a gentle breeze, barely moving Dust’s hood. It was quiet. Too quiet that he could’ve forgotten Killer was there.

Dust couldn’t help himself and mentioned. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Killer chuckled. “What? Worried about me?” There it was. Dust scoffed and blew out a puff of smoke, not even looking in his direction. Killer chuckled. “Can’t take a joke?”

“Not if that joke comes out of your mouth,” Dust shot back, regretting speaking.

Killer frowned and leaned a bit closer to Dust. “Aww~ Did I piss off the emo?” Dust groaned and took a few steps farther from Killer. Snickering, Killer moved closer, trying to get into his personal space. “C’mon! You know I was joking, don’t cha’?” Killer raised his ‘eyebrows’ expectantly, trying to look into Dust’s face.

Instead of responding, Dust took a puff of his cigarette. Maybe if he ignored Killer long enough, he’ll back down. Killer’s smile slightly fell. “... Right.” Noticing the behavior change, Dust glanced toward Killer’s soul and noticed it was shaking slightly. This wouldn’t be unusual when he was fighting, and the opponent was close to him. He’s seen it happen with Outer and Color. Seeing his soul like this in the middle of the night was weird.

Sighing, Dust finally caved in. “Why are you up?” Killer tore his gaze away from the stars and looked at Dust, shocked that he responded.

“Oh, uh… just, couldn’t sleep,” he replied.

Dust hummed, looking down below from the balcony’s view. “Do you want one?” Dust held out the cigarette pack, gesturing for Killer to take it. Killer looked at it before gently taking it out of Dust’s hands. It was almost like he was afraid it would crumble under his touch.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Killer said dryly, holding it back to Dust. “And I don’t smoke.”

“Well,” Dust said, taking a cigarette from the box and flicking the tip, making it light up, “you don’t need one.” Dust smiled, his grin sly as a fox and devilish as a wolf. He handed it to Killer as he eyed the cigarette suspiciously. After carefully taking the cigarette from Dust’s white-gloved hands, he plopped it in his mouth.

Killer looked out into the sky. “Thanks,” he said quietly, still curious about why Dust offered him the cigarette. Dust nodded in a way of saying ‘You’re welcome’ and looked out to the sky with him.

The silence was comforting for Dust. Killer’s foot was tapping the ground rhythmically, making small noises. Of course, it bothered Dust slightly, but he forced himself to ignore it.

“You never answered me,” Killer reminded, trying to fill the void of noise. He took the cigarette out his mouth.“Why are you still awake?”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I did answer!” Killer was a bit annoyed at Dust hiding things.

“You did,” Dust said, “but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth.” Killer opened his mouth to argue, but couldn’t think of anything. Dust could see right through him.

“Pshh, whatever.” Killer put the cigarette back in his mouth, frowning slightly. Dust looked at Killer, his gaze going towards his target soul. “Fine, fine,” Killer said, noticing Dust staring. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and spoke. “It’s just because of this stupid nightmare.” Dust looked up and stared at Killer.

Before bursting out laughing.

Killer groaned. “It’s not funny!” Still, Dust cackled, his cigarette dropping on the balcony. “Dust! You’re making me regret this!” Dust’s laughter slowed down, but he kept snickering. Killer sighed as his soul started to shake and vibrate a bit more. “It’s not that funny.”

“I think it’s funny that you’re so worked up over nothing.”

“Seriously?! I preferred you when you were quiet, Dust.”

“I thought you hated silence,” Dust said, chuckling. He stomped on his cigarette. “Besides, it’s pretty funny.”

“It’s not.” Killer put his cigarette in his mouth and looked away from Dust, crossing his arms over his chest. Dust rolled his eyes, not that Killer could see it, and walked a bit closer to Killer.

“If it makes you feel better, I woke up cause of voices.”

Killer took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked at Dust, confused. “Voices?” Killer questioned. “So, voices are less crazy than a bad dream?”

“Don’t make me punch you.”

“But you love me!” Killer gasped dramatically. “Are you saying our relationship was forged upon lies?!”

“What relationship? You mean you being an ass to me and me dealing with it?”

“If anything,” Killer started, smirking, “that’s the peak of friendship.” Dust scoffed and looked away, not wanting to hear it. “Oh, c’mon Dust! We’ve known each other for over a year! You should know by now that if I annoy you, it means love.” Killer put the cigarette in his mouth and made a heart shape with his hands, smiling childishly.

Dust sighed. “Yeah, right.” He took the cigarette out of Killer’s mouth and put it in his own. “But that’s not my love language.”

Killer, taken aback at the sudden snatching of his cigarette, looked at Dust with wide eyes. His mouth was slightly opened as he stared at Dust smoking the cigarette that used to be his. Dust snickered, his voice deep and gravelly. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I- You-” Killer stammered, not being able to process what just happened. “You- You practically kissed me!”

Dust looked at Killer like he was crazy, not like anyone could tell. “It’s just a cigarette. Not like we’re making out right now.”

Thoughts still jumbled up, Killer tried to speak against him. “Yeah, but- I mean-”

“If you think this is intimate, then it’s clear you’ve never dated someone before.” Dust took out the cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into Killer’s face. Killer coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, the smell burning his ‘nose’. “You always have a big mouth. It’s weird seeing you so speechless and silent.”

“Well,” Killer started, clearing his throat, “maybe I want to be quiet for a change.”

“That’s laughable.” Dust leaned on the railing once again, the smoke from his cigarette floating into the air.

Killer looked at Dust with a strange expression. Dust side glanced at it. His head was hung lower than usual, and his hands were messing with the bottom of his shirt.

“I’m sorry!” He blurted out, making Dust turn his head completely. When Dust looked at Killer, his cheeks were slightly red. “I mean,” he cleared his throat, “I’m not completely sorry, I just…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say. “I mean I’m sorry for always… jabbing, at your back, and… The- The dream I had, that’s why.” Killer looked at Dust. When he didn’t make any movements or signs of reaction, he looked back down. “The dream was that you went crazy and killed me. You were on an L.V. high or something and a gaster blaster hit me.”

“That’s why your soul was weird?” Killer looked at Dust, offended, but nodded anyway. “Hm.”

Killer waited patiently for any other response, but none came. When he looked back at Dust, he just saw him smoking like nothing happened. “... That’s it? No ‘I forgive you’ or ‘In hell I’ll forgive you’? Nothing?”

Dust looked slowly back to Killer before looking out into the sky again. “It’s almost dawn,” he said. “We must’ve been here for around two hours now, huh.”

“I-”

“And here you are, worrying about some dumb dream.” Dust looked at Killer. Though his face was completely covered by his hood, Killer could feel there was no malice in his words. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it by now.” Well… Dust is Dust.

“But you do, don’t you?” Killer looked at Dust like he was stupid. “I’ve always been a pain to you, since…” He thought. “Well, since I met you! I’ve always insulted you, your appearance.”

“Especially my appearance.”

“Heck,” Killer said, ignoring Dust’s interruption, “remember that one time when I gave you a mental breakdown because I took down your hood?”

“Ah.” Dust felt the memory rushing back to him. Killer was poking at his hood too much and eventually pulled it off. It’s where his fear of letting people near him comes from. “Like it was yesterday.”

“So- So why?! Seriously, how-”

Dust grabbed him by his collar and yanked him towards him. Killer was now directly in front of Dust. So close that he could faintly make out his appearance. “Because we’re teammates. I may hate it sometimes… Most of the time, but we’re stuck together. We don’t have to be friends for me to not want to kill you.”

“I beg to differ.”

“K i l l e r .”

“Alright, alright!” Killer shoved Dust’s hand off of his collar and quickly backed away. “Geez, you’re scary.”

“My L.V. is 20,” Dust confirmed. “You should be scared. I could kill you right here, right now, and Nightmare would just replace you with another timeline.” Killer looked at Dust with fear. Dust’s eyes started to glow as his purple magic started to surround his aura.

Dust could hear Papyrus whispering in his ear.

“You’ve insulted me the moment I got here, and you’ve continued with it ever since. You’ve humiliated me, agitated me, and I could make your death anything but swift and painless.” Dust started to approach Killer until his back was against the railing. Another step and Killer would fall over the edge.”

Papyrus’s whispers grew louder.

“But I won’t.”

Papyrus’s whispers faded away into the wind. Killer looked at Dust, his fear replaced with confusion.

“The reason I’m up is because Papy wanted me to kill you. His whispers were loud. Louder than usual.”

Killer looked at Dust, and after so long, he felt an emotion.

“I got up and went out of my room because they hurt. I was scared I would’ve killed you like last time. Remember that day when I almost killed you with a gaster blaster in my sleep? That was him when I was on an L.V. high. I couldn’t control it.”

Killer felt pity.

“I just hate how emotionless you are. You’re always so loud and obnoxious, you never care about consequences. But I do. It also pissed me off how you didn’t care when I got punishments like it was amusing.”

Killer felt shocked.

“But that day, despite how annoying you are, that could’ve gotten you killed, okay? One day I won’t be able to control myself and you’ll get killed. I can feel it. Papyrus almost made me kill you. Yet, you didn’t think much of it.”

Killer felt grateful.

“That scares- Are you even listening to me? I thought I was having a moment with-”

Killer felt loved.

Killer gave a giddy smile and lunged at Dust, hugging him tightly. His arms were wrapped around Dust’s waist as he twirled around in circles on the balcony, laughing in euphoria. Dust yelped in surprise, but Killer didn’t care much. “Killer-! Put me down-” But Killer didn’t dare let go of Dust. He kept spinning around with Dust in his arms.

After a few minutes, Killer set down Dust on the balcony. Dust latched onto Killer’s arm for a bit, feeling dizzy. “S-Sorry, Dust.” Killer laughed awkwardly, helping Dust stand up straight. “I just… I don’t really know.”

“It’s… fine?” Dust was honestly really confused. That was strange.

“Sorry, again. I didn’t mean to be so… emotionless. I don’t really control it-”

“I’m sorry,” Dust said, cutting off Killer. “I know it’s not your fault. We all have… issues, don’t we?”

Killer snorted. “Issues? More like trauma caused by a human child.” Dust sighed. The emotions problem wasn’t going away any time soon, but he’s dealt with it for a year. He’ll live, for the most part. Killer grabbed Dust’s gloves hands in his own, the fabric feeling cold. “But… Thank you. For- For forgiving me.”

“Forgiving… That’s a bit far.” Dust tensed up slightly at the sudden contact, but didn’t move. “It’s more like… a mutual love-hate relationship?”

Killer gave a small gasp. “You love me?”

Dust rolled his eyes and pulled his hands out of Killer’s grasp. “Do not misinterpret my words, Killer.” Killer’s smile turned into a frown. Dust scoffed. “You’re not pulling the puppy eye’s card. It won’t work.”

Killer’s frown turned into a sly smile. “Aww, I thought my puppy face was cute! Disappointing.”

Sighing, Dust took out his cigarette and tossed it over the balcony. Killer frowned. “Hey! What’s the point in taking my cigarette if you’re just gonna throw it away?”

“To be fair, it was mine first.”

“Still-” Before he could say another word, Dust grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him forward. Dust’s lips met with Killer’s in a lustful, rough kiss.

The moment felt surreal. For Killer, at least. Killer gasped through the kiss as his arms slowly wrapped around Dust’s waist, careful not to overstep boundaries. Once his arms were completely around Dust’s waist, he pulled him closer so their bodies were together and close. Dust’s hands guided themselves, tracing over Killer’s neck before wrapping around to put more force into the kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, the taste of cigarettes lingering in their mouths in a burning sensation. Killer felt hungry for the affection and love he longed for, but never received. Dust wanted comfort and reassurance, knowing he wouldn’t lose control from a high.

They both struggled with LOVE.

As Dust tried to pull away, Killer kept pushing forward, not wanting the moment to end. Dust gave a light laugh as Killer’s lips drowned it out.

The two made out on the balcony until the first peak of dawn, the golden bursts of sunlight shining on their faces. Still, they didn’t care. They just stood there in each other’s embrace.

When they finally let go, they stared at each other; Killer’s black eyes shining in the light, and Dust’s face visible, his eyes a crimson red and neon blue. Killer finally spoke. “Did… did you really just kiss me?” He was shocked, but a cheeky grin slowly spread onto his face. 

Dust rolled his eyes. “Surprised I didn’t throw up.”

“Doesn’t answer the question, Dust Bunny.”

“I don’t know,” Dust admitted, pulling down his hood to reveal his face even more. Killer blushed when he saw his face more clearly. Every inch of his face was beautiful to him. “I think you have to kiss me again to find out.”So they both stood on the balcony and kissed again, this time full of passion and L.O.V.E. love.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

oopsie daisy, almost forgot about the ending part-

so, yeah! that's it- It's cute I guess, but I never like what I make so I have to say I hate it- lol. hope you enjoyed! this was a nice one- took me two days, too- thanks to my friend who gave me the idea <3

[call-me-pup2]

Stress Relief Sub - FemDom Story

Today was a stressful day for me at work and I'd told you yesterday about how I was going to need to take it out on something when I got home. I had locked you in your chastity cage before I left for work and said you had permission to scroll your phone for a while but not touch. As much as you knew that would be uncomfortable you couldn't help yourself but take the opportunity. Scrolling away imagining what I might have planned for you blushing at the thought of it. I'd instructed you to put on the skimpy maid outfit that I loved before I got home and to wait by the door like a good pet. I was due home at 7pm and it was 6.30pm so you hurried to get ready for me

Dressed in only a tiny apron, panties, thigh high socks and your collar you knelt just infront of the side door. You heard the familier sound of the gate open and close and my key in the lock. As I stepped through the door I let out a big sigh and dumped my work bag on the table. "Fuck it was worse than I thought, it was back to back meetings all day". You sat still waiting for permission to get up. I pulled off my jacket, kicked off my shoes and took a deep breath to collect myself. I turned to smile down at you "but hey at least I have you to help me relax now huh? Come here" I opened my arms to welcome you over, you got up and basically threw yourself at me "wow someone's missed me hey" I say as I pull you into an embrace. My hands don't linger on your back for long as they start to trail down and explore the lack of back on your apron. Between kisses on your neck "such a good little pet getting all dress up for me huh? Seems like you might be needy for your Pup to play with you? How cute" I smack your ass as I finish speaking and you flinch drawing in a breath. I spin you around and bend you over the table I'd thrown my bag on, using my foot to kick your legs apart. Leaning over the top of you, pressed into your back I feel down to front of your chest, moving down to your cock, grabbing your cage through the apron and giving it a small tug. "You're making a wet patch on your outfit you silly pet." My other hand is scratching lightly down the outside of your thigh, "You're so adorable I can't stand it." I grab either side of your hips and tug you back into me and I push forward, a little moan escapes your lips, "well I think its time for me to forget about the day I've had"

I pull you by your collar to the bedroom, your stomach is in knots wondering what I'm going to do next. You loved when I came home like this, I always seems to think up the most fun things, but you still couldn't help but feel nervous every time. We'd reached the bed, "Stay" I kissed you before I let go of your collar, I unbuttoned and pulled off my work shirt and slowly slid down my panties leaving myself with just stocking, a skirt and my bra. I climbed onto the bed, proped up a couple pillow and lay back "here" I said patting the bed. You stumbled over to me knowing exactly what I wanted you to do "be a good pet and put your mouth to use" I grabbed your hair and pushed your head down to my pussy

I moaned and bucked my hips knotting my fingers in your hair as you licked and sucked my clit. In between moans giving you praise for doing such a good job. I could feel myself getting close and then I came on your mouth, my back arching and pulling your hair. After I'd rode it out grinding on your tongue I smiled down at you gently petting your head "come here" I pulled you up to straddle me, "you looked so cute in that position." I reached a hand behind your neck and pulled your head towards mine and kissed you hard for a few moments. Running my hand up into your hair I pulled your head to the side enough go whisper in your ear "such a pretty hardworking pet deserves a reward too don't you think? And I'm still not totally satisfied" this was the part that made your stomach flip.

I ushered you off of me and told you to stand over by the drawers with your back turned so you couldn't see what I was going. I pulled off the rest of the clothing I had on leaving only the necklace that held the key to your cage. Getting the strap out out the bedside drawers, you could hear me doing up the buckles. I came up behind you, pushed you so you were lent other the drawers and slide your panties off before again kicking your feet out like earlier to get you at the right height. I gave some slow long thrust just pressed against your ass you so you could feel the length of the toy you were about to be fucked with, your dick twitching again in its cage, aching. "Are you going to be the best pet for me and take this" I say continuing the slow thrusting, you nod. I untie and pull off your apron "You need to  say it." I move back a little to put lube all over the toy and your ass, working a finger then two inside you "Yes.. Pup" you stutter out focused on what my fingers were doing. After a moment I pull my hand away and line up the toy "thats my good pet" I slowly push into you, grabbing your hips either side to pull you back onto me as the same time. You moan and your head falls, letting yourself fully focus on the feeling of you stretch the toy is giving you. I stayed still for a second to let you adjust to the fullness giving you praise again for talking it so well but it wasn't long until I had you fully bent over the drawers and was rutting into you hard. Letting all my stress of the day out, fucking you deep and fast. "Aww you're drooling aren't you? You love it when I fuck you like this huh?" I say not stopping my rhythm at all. Your legs as starting to tremble and I can feel that so after a couple slow deep thrusts and slide out and take your hand.

I lead you back to the bed and lay against the pillow again, "come on, come here" I wanted you to stradle me like before but this time you would be bouncing on the toy. You climber over and positioned yourself sliding down slowly until you hit the base, letting out a moan, "see I told you you look cute like this and now even more so with the drool on your face and the blushing" I pulled you forward like before to kiss you and in doing so shifted you enough off the toy to give me room to thrust up hard and fast. It took you by surprise, you moaned into my mouth gripping the pillow either side of my head, it was so intense for you. I pushed you to sit up so I could see your face while I slowed my thrusts more so grinding up into you, it was driving you crazy. "Aww you like that don't you? Does it feel good when I fuck your ass like this?" You nod then quickly say 'Yes Pup' knowing that was the response I was looking for and worried I would stop moving if I didn't get it. "Do you want to cum? Want to come with my strap in your ass?" You nod again mind fuzzy and stutter out a "P-please.. P-pup." I keep rocking my hips as I take the key off my necklace. "You're going to have to do better than that." You whimper and look me into the eyes yours hazy, "please let me cum for you Pup" I smile and move to unlock your cage sliding it off as you twitch and leak everywhere. "How could I possibly say no to that face" I grab your hips and rock into you deeper than I was a second ago. "Cum for me, let me see that pretty face of yours and hear you as you cum for me." Not even a second later you do exactly that and hard. So pent up you don't think it'll stop. I keep gently rocking my hips into you, the toy the full length inside, "good pet, such a good pet." I gradually slow the rocking until I stop, you're lent forward trying to catch your breath. After I've let you gather yourself i say "you'll need to clean this mess up" you open your eyes and see the the mess I'm talking about all over my stomach. "Yes Pup", you slowly climb off me and kneel at my side licking and cleaning the mess you'd made, I gently pet your hair and praise you as you do

Once I'm satisfied I pull you to me to kiss you then roll onto my side and indicate for you to do the same so I can pull you into my arms as my little spoon. Tangling my legs up with yours and covering your back and shoulder in kisses giving you more praise in between each. "My most perfect pet"

[switchysyphus]

My Saturday

I set my alarm for 8:30am so I could have some breakfast and pick a cute outfit before I head to the conference. Unfortunately I snoozed my alarm so I woke up at 9am. I got instructed to spend 5 mins lightly tapping my clit since I was on no touch and somehow still managed to have a ruin yesterday. I got caught up scroll tumblr for another 20 mins before I got up to dress for the day. The registration for the event was 9:30-10 and the place was a 25-30 min drive. I was already late at this point so decided to skip breakfast and just have a Milo (can of chocolate milk) on the way since I was taking a taxi.

I got to the venue still a little horny but mostly present at around 10:15. I networked and mingled before the talks started. When the talks started it was pretty complex for my brain to understand. I felt quite dumb which made me even more hornier so mostly I daydreamed about the guy sitting next to me or sometimes even my eyes wondered to the male speakers bulge. Fast forward a bit and I felt like I had to use the bathroom and my eyes were watering so I slipped into the bathroom but both stalls were busy so I just made sure my mascara wasn’t running and washed my hands trying to trick myself that I went to the bathroom. I got offered a chocolate cake pop and really enjoyed it! Especially since that was the first food I had that day.

Lunch was delayed an hour because a few speakers talked too much! By 1:30pm my tummy is rumbling since I skipped breakfast. They released us to eat so I went to grab the pre-made lunch box. I open it and there are 4 different items: a small portion of garlic pasta, soya sauce grilled chicken, roasted vegetables and a pastry. With my numerous allergies I only had the small portion of pasta with a glass of water.

I again mingled and talked to people during the lunch break. I went to one of the workshops but since I didn’t have my laptop and the app wasn’t working on my phone I decided to leave by around 3:15pm instead of staying till 5:30/5:45. I felt a twinge in my bladder asking me to go before I left but I ignored it.

I found a taxi relatively quick but he got lost and kept going round and round in circles. I decided to grab a croissant at the cafe next door and thought about a hot chocolate too but decided not to test my bladder. After waiting another 10 mins I cancelled and rebooked to find another taxi, within a few minutes the new taxi had arrived but he told me there was traffic! It took almost 35 minutes to get home. Plus the driver kept starting and stopping the car so it was very jerky, the movement was rubbing against my cunt nicely and putting a lil effort erasure on my bladder too.

When I finally got home at a little past 4pm I decided to spin a wheel to decide if I can use the bathroom or have to wait, luckily it said yes I can use the bathroom but I’m still pretending my stomach is full and will not feed it any food till 7pm at the earliest.

[360degreesasthecrowflies]

I am absolutely about to SNAP today. Yesterday I started work, at my office desk, at 7.30 in the morning and finished at 3.30pm, a normal 8 hour work day. I left the house at 6.45am and was thinking about work really from 7, which I could have counted too if I wanted.

Having been informed when I started this job several months ago that our regular work hours run 7am-7pm and are fully flexible within that period.

Today I wake up to snippy email from my workstream manager that I didn't REQUEST to 'finish early' and that apparently now we have regular hours that I should be working (9-5) and I'm just over here like...

Do you actually think that you CONTROL me?

Are you really sitting over here trying to make POWER PLAYS over THE SPECIFIC HOURS WITHIN THE DAY that I do my work, given that the work in question is a list of pre-set tasks that I have a weekly amount of time to put towards that has already been signed off by people WELL ABOVE YOUR pay grade?

Sorry but I will not be 'requesting' anything of somebody who is not actually my BOSS and who is only a few years older than me and who I already do more work than in the company.

I didn't 'FINISH EARLY' if I STARTED working in the day 2 hours before you did...

Noting also that since I started this job where apparently the work hours are 9-5 Mon-Fri now I have already worked:

on a Sunday, for no extra pay, because she asked me to prepare something for her

into the evening beyond 5pm up to 6 to get something urgent finished

Up to 5.30 pm most days! So I've been doing extra have I?

You can shove that kind of passive aggressive email up your ass miss local government. What is WRONG with people that they get off on controlling others like this? Get a kink or a hobby and leave this out of the workplace please.

[monkeymeghan]

So yesterday at work if it could go wrong, it did. When I clocked in at noon, our ticket/sticker printers weren't working right. Tickets were going to the wrong printers, they were printing multiple times for the same drink, and it was just a mess. During this time, our ice machine was being replaced. We all thought it would be a simple out with the old in with the new. Nope! I don't know what they were doing installing the new one, but it took them literally all day. They were there from before I got there until after 7pm. In the meantime, during the sticker chaos, we almost ran out of ice. Our SSV went to the store to purchase more, but we had to be stingy with the ice. Every cold drink got light ice, and we didn't take orders for frappuccinos. Mobiles were turned off, shaken espressos were marked out. Basically anything done to help stretch the ice that we had. Speaking of the ice machine being replaced, we were unable to use our back room ALL DAY because the ice people were back there. No dishes got done. ALL DAY. The order couldn't be put away for hours. Etc. None of the pre-closing could get done. I started doing dishes at about 7:30, and it was a never-ending pile of dishes. Our dishwasher/sanitizer got turned off at some point during the day, and it takes a good 10 minutes to start up. So I filled up the three-part sink with my soapy water and sanitizer and started doing dishes the old fashioned way, which is much slower. I went as fast as I could, and once the sanitizer was warmed up, I started using that and continued to hand wash dishes, too. After an hour or more, I had had enough of dishes, so I switched with one of my coworkers. I continued cleaning and whatnot, then started mopping behind the bar. I then noticed that the Vertica (coffee maker) hadn't been broken down yet, something we do between 7:30-8. It's like 9+ at this point. So I stop mopping and start breaking down the Vertica. While I'm doing this, it shuts off. I turn it back on and have to start the opening procedure, which takes 10-15 minutes. I continue doing other things. Then I go back to the Vertica and start the closing procedures and taking it apart. I take some of the parts back to get washed, then go back to clean the machine. While I'm cleaning the machine, there's some commotion in the back. I look over and see water pouring from the ceiling. Not a drip, but a ton of water. It's raining out, thundering and lightning something fierce, and now its raining in the BOH. We can't continue dishes, because it's pouring out of the ceiling right above the sink. My SSV calls, then facetimes our SM. She tells us to basically wrap up what we were doing, put trash cans underneath the leak, and go home and text her to let her know when we all got home safely because the weather was so bad. While we were finishing up, the water became a freaking deluge, just coming down so heavily out of the ceiling.Thankfully once we had our things together and the bins were in place and we were getting ready to leave, the leak had eased up a bit. So anyway, we clocked out at 9:50 (instead of the usual 8:30) with the store in shambles. If the leak hadn't happened, we would have had at least another half hour's worth of work. I felt horrible leaving all of that for the openers, but there was nothing we could do. So yeah, that was my day yesterday! 🫠

[whatsernameinouterspace]

Food Log 1/5/2024

Breakfast: 0 cals

Lunch: 0 cals

Dinner: 0 cals

Water: 2,000ml

Exercise- 2 hours cardio so -400ish?

Total cals: -400 cals

What a shit show recently. Moved house, a grandparent died, a friend ended up in hospital, it all went bad so my fat arse obviously turned to food. Last I checked two days ago I was up 3kgs, and I haven’t checked again yet. So, going for a 72 hour fast, started yesterday at 7pm, and will go on until Friday 7pm. I also signed up to a gym, I need the push. Typically on my first day I twisted my bloody ankle and I’m praying it’ll fix itself by tomorrow so I can work off that weight ASAP.

[klaudia2646]

This morning we had a beautiful start of the morning, cold, but during the day it wasn’t as cold as yesterday.

Tomorrow we start our Winter Break at work so I worked yesterday and today until 4:30. The next couple of weeks I’m off and I don’t get paid. We did have a potluck, great food, too much food, very few people.

David and the boys got me an Apple Watch for Christmas, I was supposed to go pick it up at the ATT store yesterday but I was too busy as I had to buy the ingredients and then cook what I was going to take to the potluck so I went today after work. I looked up their time, it said they closed at 7pm. I got there at 5:30 and it was locked. I don’t understand. I’ll go back tomorrow.

We went got the turkey and ingredient for Christmas dinner tonight. We’ll be eating on Christmas Eve and it’ll be fun having the little man opening his presents.

Watching The Crown. Nothing better to watch right now and I’m getting tired of hallmark movies and dateline and 20/20.