#i stayed up until 6am for this and i'm not even mad

[jewishbarbies]

glor’s mcu ⇢ sara riley aka blacksite / legend

In 1921, Sarah Davidovsky’s house caught fire. Her parents and all her possessions perished in the flames, and at the young age of 4 years old, she was completely alone for the first time. The family next door raised her as one of their own in their already full house - but she felt comfortable there, and they taught her their traditions. In 1931, her friendship with Howard Stark brought her to America. Never did she think that meeting an eccentric inventor in London would take her so far from home. But her found family encouraged her to take advantage of the opportunity to learn, see the world, and have an experience they could only dream of. In 1939, September 1st, the Nazis invaded Poland. Sarah’s found family was ripped from their home and sorted, some taken to camps and others to chambers, and word reached the states of the invasion. There was nothing Sarah could do but read. About the book burnings, the imprisonments, the erupting war. Hitler was still on copies of the Times at stands in New York City. In 1941, Howard Stark’s connections put Sarah on the US military’s list of candidates for a top secret new program. She’s selected. By the end of the year, now Sara Riley became the world’s first enhanced soldier. She’s trained extensively and her identity and involvement with the project is kept hidden. In 1943, June 22nd, Steve Rogers is the second participant in the project. He’s given the role of Captain American and sent to tour the country to rally support and gain donations for the war efforts. Sara continues to be trained, and is dubbed ‘Legend’ by Howard Stark. In 1945, the war was won. Captain America, Legend, and the Howling Commandos defeated the Nazi’s rogue science division, Hydra, and its leader The Red Skull. During a fateful mission, Lieutenant Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’s best friend and Sara’s first love, was lost. Howard Stark agreed to freeze Sara in an experimental cryogenic chamber to keep her from attempting to end her own life.

In 2013, Sara woke up.

gcu tag: @moustache-bonnet

tag list: @starcrossedjedis @heirsoflilith @phoenixsupremacy  @eddiemunscns @darknightfrombeyond @sgtbuckyybarnes @raith-way @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @chlobenet @edwardsshinyvolvo  @chrissymunson @katiekinswrites @arrthurpendragon  (want to be added? hmu ♡)

[kkujo]

something i don't see people talking about is the way hyperfixations come in like stages and cycles like it's not just "i'm obsessed with this thing" it's like. euphoria from finding something new and it brings you so much joy and then as that initial dopamine rush wears off you start to get more and more down and feel isolated as you start to realise that no one else cares about it as much as you do and you feel silly for being so into it and the thoughts become repetitive and boring so you get more and more depressed and lonely and then you inevitably lose the hyperfix which leaves you drifting feeling miserable and hopeless until you start the cycle again. idk if i explained this well or if other people will understand but it brings genuine phases of euphoria and straight up depression and this is why i get annoyed when neurotypicals use words like hyperfixation to describe like, an interest. bc it's not. just an interest it becomes who you are and when you lose it it's like losing yourself and you spend so much energy thinking about it that it interrupts your daily life and it's so fucking draining 👍

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Reason with the Mad Mage & Diplomacy with Elves

Note: everything from here on is retroactive/reread, because I stayed up until about 6am on Wednesday night reading until the end because that was the only way to ensure that the characters would be okay.

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Hey look, now our protagonists are the food, instead of running around holding cooking implements! I'm sure that's fine!! (Look at that lion's eyes!!!)

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I really like how...everyone? In the pasty gets at least 1 fight where they're totally on their own, for whatever reason: Laios with the living armor and again now with all the dragons, Chilchuck with the mimic, Izutsumi with the succubi, Marcille with the rabbits... I note that the reasons for it are escalating:

Laios fought the armor-captain alone as a strategic choice, while the rest of the party distracted the rest of the armor in the other room

Chilchuck fought the mimic alone because the rest of the party was asleep down the hall

Izutsumi fought the succubi alone because the rest of the party was already down, though not yet dead

Marcille fought the rabbits alone because most of the party was dead and Izutsumi had fled

Laios fights the dragons AND the Mad Mage directing them alone because the entire rest of the party is dead

Solid writing, that. And Senshi...has a monster that is His To Fight, that is where we got some special Senshi character exploration, but the whole point of it was that Senshi, who had been alone for so long, now had people reaching out to hold him, and to make food for him.

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I just like when they say things outright. "Meals are an act of optimism." "Only the dead don't eat." Fuck yeah!

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EYES EYES EYES EYES EYES. Thinking a lot here about that post about how Thistle is a great example of an antagonist who is really truly too far gone to "talk it out" with. His intentions ARE good, and Laios sees that so Laios tries... and Thistle is also trying, it's just...the demon has been playing on him for too long with too much skill.

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He's so! Earnest! And young! It's implied that he dies in the end, and I do think that's a narratively solid and restful ending for him, but man I want this kid to live and maybe covertly tag along with Mithrun on exploring the risen kingdom and defending it from random monsters, and re-learning how to have healthy desires. I think it'd be good for both of them, and also, potentially very funny.

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me, 2 posts ago:

me, now: Ah, yes, that makes sense... Not our heroes but Someone sure is.

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Fucking love multiple consecutive dungeon lords going, "my last wish is to fuck that guy up."

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They're just...happy...

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Love love love Chilchuck taking charge when Laios isn't there, especially in the context of "imminent tense 'diplomatic' meeting." He formed a union! He's good at this shit, and he'd be even better at it if he didn't have the handicap of being disrespected as a halffoot, and it's wonderful to see him with a team that has learned to respect him beyond that prejudice!

Also, Senshi's tiny eye wrinkle of determination <3

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Never mind my previous comment. Chilchuck is never allowed to do diplomatic relations with the elves ever again.

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Kabru, internally: oh my god we're all going to die

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I'm just noting Ms. fresh-faced aristocratic scion and the handful of extremely competent, notch-eared criminals she's in charge of... The structure of this lead group of Canaries is very interesting, because Mithtrun is nominally in charge, and he genuinely does command in combat and other matters focused on immediate dungeon lord-hunting. But he's ONLY focussed on that, so Pattindol is clearly accustomed to taking the lead in situations with more social nuance... And the criminal members make decisions on their own such as to take advantage of Mithrun's typical disappearance to go snoop around this house... But they are accustomed, and I'm sure required, to have permission/orders from a guard to use their black magic specialties, see: the enchantment of Laios, Chilchuck & Senshi here, or in their opening mushroom fight when everyone was shouting out how they could kill the mega-mushroom.

...I'm gonna pay attention to how Pattindol and Flamela [I hope I'm getting these names right] interact later. The Canaries are such an interesting paramilitary unit.

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This is just a screencap of Kabru's life for the rest of his life. Good luck, Mr. Future Royal Advisor!

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Every good adventure story, and arguably every good story, period, reaches a point where to explain it makes you sound COMPLETELY insane - sometimes even with the context of the rest of the story up to that point. This...is very much that point.

I love that point so much.

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It's unreasonably stressful that Kabru's hands are obviously magically, invisibly handcuffed this entire scene. It's a metaphor for how he's handcuffed by the general threat the Canaries represent, of course, making him unable to warn Laios of the dangers of both the Canaries and of the demon. Being able to weird a sword would do nothing to help if it's going well or if it all goes wrong. But it's still stressful! And Laios doesn't know about the dangers just like he doesn't put together that Kabru is invisibly handcuffed!

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God I love Marcille. And her problem-solving methods.

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FINALLY, SOME GOOD FUCKING SILENT COMMUNICATION.

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So! A court magician's daughter clearly outranks an aristocratic scion sent into the Canaries to prove her family's loyalty to the crown. That makes sense.

Unfortunately, Mithrun's single brain cell, while focussed entirely on destroying the demon, is still capable of Insight checks, and the criminals are basically unfazed by the court hierarchy games that Marchille is trying to play.

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Why does EVERY elf assume that Marcille's great wish would be to be a full elf! I want to drop Elrond on these people and watch him verbally eviscerate them.

Joke's on you, motherfucker! Her greatest wish would (she thinks) serve all people, and has secondary effects that she could still enjoy!

Marcille: [hears Izutsumi lurking, ready to kick Mithrun in the face]

Marcille: Alright, time to tell a bishie to step the fuck off.

[nogenderbee]

Hi! Saw ur requests are open! :] So, can I request Akito, Toya, and Ena with a younger sibling that's around preschool age or something? I think the dynamic would be adorable in here! How would they treat or act around this ball of energy and imagination?? I also saw how long ur list of requests are, so I'm sorry if this puts more pressure on to u!! Please take care and I love❤️ ur writing so much

Don't worry! I made sure not to overwork myself in the end so that's good~ And yes! This is such a cute idea!! And I literally enjoyed writing this so much so I hope you'll like this too!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Akito, Toya, Ena with a younger sibling!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @yulikesminori @qxmmi @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @modyuki

✧ now Akito is the one who'll teach you how to protect yourself, if you're at late kindergarten age, trust me

✧ he may come off as irresponsible for teaching a child some verbal and physical self defence at such a young age but in reality, he just wants to make sure you won't ever get hurt

"Alright, but remember... we don't start fights. But if someone starts it, feel free to hit them back."

✧ moving onwards, he's much nicer to you but still stays with his tsundere mask

✧ when it comes to your creativity, he doesn't have a heart to tell you something is impossible or doesn't exist so he just plays along

✧ if you ask him to play pretend in private, he'll go along. But if you're asking of him to do so in public, he might come as a bit salty... he makes it up to you by treating you to pancakes later!

✧ now your energy... that's surprisingly something he likes!

✧ he'll do any sport or play any game with you, all you need to do is suggest something or tell him you're bored and he'll give you suggestions

✧ and let me tell you, if he hears someone talking badly about you, he will beat them up so... you may want to close your eyes or listen to Toya when he suddenly wants to treat nyou to some ice cream-

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✧ Toya will do his best to take proper care of you and not let your father break your innocence and dreams in any way

✧ he'll also be the one picking you up from kindergarten and the one who'll always agree to play whatever game you find. he also agrees to give you piggyback rides on your way back

✧ you probably spend most of your time hanging around with his group since he'd just feel bad if he was to leave you alone in the house... but if that's what you want, he'll let you do so!

"Yes, An does have starts in her hair. No, don't pull on it, it's not nice. An you don't have to agree-"

✧ he'll agree on any idea of yours that isn't dangerous. You want to play hide and seek? He's ready to leave the house at 6am. You want to do his make up and tie his hair in ponytails? He'll sit still.

✧ he also has the patience, you can make his life harder, babble or just be extremely energetic all the time and he'll still sit there with a smile, eventually scolding you if you lead to dangerous situation

✧ and finally, he'll ready you a story before bed, scare the bed monsters away and so on!

✧ he'll never say no to your imagination and if he'll have to, he'll fight imaginary dragon in the middle of a street

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✧ Ena was absolutely CHARMED by you, she loves almost every single thing about you

✧ she actually felt the need to protect you and surprisingly wasn't hiding it, untill people around her started teasing her... she just slowed down for some time but don't worry! Because soon she was back at her normal self again

✧ she loves how creative you are and will never bring you down! She even borrows you some of her art supplies!

✧ but if art isn't your fortee? Don't worry! She'll be the one who'll introduce you to make-up and music!

"Would you look at that! It seems that the idea you gave me for my art turned out fantastically!"

✧ somehow it's just hard for her to get mad at you when you're just so pure

✧ now remember how I said she loves ALMOST every single thing about you? The exception would be your energy...

✧ now don't get her wrong, she's happy your excited about life and all but not when you're too excited...

✧ she's just trying to get some rest during day and not deal with you running around house or babbling her ear of...

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[averygayplant]

I'm tired and bored but my ADHD is keeping me awake anyway and it's bugging me, sooo take some fucking Lava headcanons

Kai came out because Sally started getting backlash for being an openly queer creator and (with permission from Cole) he decided to start dropping comments about 'his boyfriend' and watch the internet set itself on fire When he started getting backlash, his favorite response was "Ya'll are just mad that my man is prettier than you/your boyfriend" because Kai is absolutely a professional internet troll, you can't tell me otherwise.

Lava doesn't even know when they started dating, because trauma brain and hindsight muddles it all up. Like, they split up after Zane's, ah... disappearance in Rebooted, but did they realize they were a couple yet? Fuck if they know, because nobody else does either.

Hilariously, after the number of times Cole has faced falling from terrifying heights, he's still not really worried about them. Kai, on the other hand-

Kai and Cole stayed behind on that trip in seabound before shit hit the fan, not because Wu wanted to study elemental master shit or because someone needed to stay behind to keep an eye on things, but because he's well aware of their issues with water and pulled some excuses out of his ass to keep them in the monastery. Quietly supportive and overprotective old man Wu for the win. This had the added bonus of Ray figuring out Lava was a thing by an interesting 'prolonged eye-contact' interaction in the wee hours of the morning.

Kai's spent so long on the bounty and with the others that it gets to a point where he doesn't sleep as well without other people around. It doesn't even have to be Cole (it does help quite a bit though), just the awareness of somebody else's presence makes him sleep wayyyy better.

Cole has a fucking gigga-chad immune system. This, and the added bonus that he's the only one with a heat resistance to rival Kai's, he's usually the one to take care of him when he gets sick, since a 'fever' for Kai is actually 'first degree burns to the touch' (To add to this very briefly in a less than Lava related bit- Kai only gets a fever when his powers overcompensate and overload him. The same thing happens to the rest of the elemental masters if they push themselves and their powers too far. When this happens, until their body regulates and they've had proper rest, their powers will harm them just as easily as normal people. For example, Kai summoning embers in his hands will burn his fingers.)

Cole is the morning person between him and Kai. He'll roll out of bed at 6am looking refreshed and well rested while Kai will be just behind him, about to pass out again right there on his shoulder even though they got a reasonable amount of sleep.

And, as a bonus, one I only just came up with like less than 15 minutes ago: Cole obviously can and has lifted Kai up bridal style without breaking a sweat, but Kai can do it too with a little more struggle and has absolutely done so just to fluster Cole.

[bunnymajo]

Filled out this OTP questionnaire for Tiara B & Jewel the Beetle because if I'm going to think up a cute crackship of a pairing that can't ever be real, the least I can do is make content for it

(also this is based on my AU for Tiara that I posted a couple days ago)

1. Who most initiates PDA?

Tiara, not necessarily on purpose, she’s just more comfortable with physical contact

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Jewel has a strict 10pm - 6am sleep schedule (maybe even 11pm if she’s feeling daring) while Tiara will stay out late and sleep in until the afternoon regularly. They’re both willing to make adjustments if they want to have breakfast together or something

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Deep Fried, double sauced…wait we’re talking about chicken wings right?

4. How did they first meet?

Tiara heard through the rumor mill that THE restoration leader was not only efficient at recovering displaced people from the Metal Virus and is also an expert on gems so she made a mad dash to meet her to see if there were any possible leads she could get to finding her father. -She was a little disappointed that Jewel was much more petite and anxious than she was imagining but after getting to know her better she realized Jewel was just the person she needed to help her

Though Tiara doesn’t remember, Jewel actually saw Tiara first at some of her hangout places like the sports bar and the gym she secretly practices yoga at and thought Tiara was pretty. So when Tiara storms into her office demanding to see her Jewel’s thinking she must’ve died or is hallucinating. 

5. What is their love language?

Since Tiara can’t stay in a place too long, when she’s in town with Jewel she’ll spend as much time as she can with her. Even if it’s just restoration work or watching Jewel polish her gem collection.

Jewel’s softspoken but knows Tiara doesn’t like quiet, so she does her best to keep a conversation going or give Tiara the reaffirmation she might need 

6. When did they realize they loved each other? 

Tiara’s gem powers are tied to her emotions, she realized it was especially effective at breaking robots when she was protecting Jewel from a stray badnik. She had to stop and think about what the connection was and once she got it, she got it.

Jewel always was attracted to Tiara’s outgoing and friendly nature, she was at first kind of treating her the same way she does Tangle “oh I know this feeling. She’s just a friend. I just like her as a friend” but after catching Tiara’s mask slipping and realizing she’s a lot different than what she thought she started wanting to get to know the real Tiara more and then realized it was love after all darnit. 

7. Who is more sentimental?

Tiara, she’s stubborn about it, but everyone she’s made a connection with on her journey is so important to her, she’s learned to not take those relationships for granted.  

9. How are their personalities different?

Tiara is more likely to jump into a situation without thinking while Jewel is more likely to think it out first 

Jewel is more open to talking things out and getting to know people while Tiara is more likely to stay closed off

11. Which member is more physically affectionate? 

Tiara

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate?

Jewel

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

Jewel's clothes are unfortunately too small for Tiara, but she has tried on one of her suit blazers to feel fancy when she wasn’t looking. 

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? 

A little of both? Like they like going out and doing things together, but they’d prefer if it was in an intimate setting like a restaurant 

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason? 

Tiara impulsive, Jewel voice of reason. 9 times out of 10

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Jewel sticks to her sleep schedule, if Tiara wants to join her on time that’s up to her. No dragging required.

17. Who fell in love first?

Jewel

18. What song fits them perfectly?

I’m gonna say “Home and Dry” (Pet Shop Boys)

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

Tiara’s started getting into sending postcards to Jewel on her travels when she’s at a new town (...do they have cell phones in Sonic’s world?)

Jewel’s been starting to get antsy about being tied to the restoration or her museum but tries to stay positive. She’s been paying more attention to local sports teams so she can catch Tiara up on what’s been happening while she’s away.

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

Both are prone to holding grudges, but maybe Jewel? She will say that all is forgiven but a bug never forgets.

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Tiara isn’t shy so if something’s on her mind she’ll just say it. Jewel’s a great listener

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Jewel

23. Who overthinks the most?

Also Jewel

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

Tiara. Girl will make a game out of putting laundry away.

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

Hmm…probably Tiara. She won't quit once her mind’s made up

26. How do they comfort each other?

If Jewel starts getting too anxious about something, Tiara will reassure that everything will be alright

If Tiara starts feeling lonely or sad about things Jewel will be open to talking if she wants or going anywhere Tiara wants to for the day

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Chicken Wings…

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Wherever Gazebo is right now I think he would like Jewel, sure.

Tangle likes Tiara a lot, Whisper tolerates Tiara,  Lanolin and Tiara do not get along. (Jewel doesn’t have a family so I guess the diamond cutters count lol)

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.) 

Tiara treats Jewel very gently so on the cheek or the hand. 

Jewel found a sensitive spot behind Tiara’s ear, so there.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Smooth like mild wing sauce with ranch

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

Talking it out. Before they got serious Tiara was prone to just cutting off the conversation “It’s fine, it’s ok if this doesn’t work out. I’ll do this on my own anyway” kind of thinking. But now that they’re more of an item Tiara’s doing her best to not do that anymore.

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Tiara. And hugs.

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

Jewel is too self conscious (if this were a romance anime she’d be the type who thinks calling each other by first names or without honorifics is a huge step) and Tiara wants to be respectful so she doesn’t have anything in particular or say them in public but if they’re alone she’ll let “My Jewel” slip. 

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most? 

Historical dramas. Tiara wasn’t into it at first but then once she realized the drama actually got juicy and interesting she’s addicted. The more historically accurate the movie is the better for Jewel.

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

Tiara started hanging out at the restoration HQ so her meeting Jewel’s friends was inevitable. 

37. What do they like the least about each other?

Both are prone to being a little jealous, so when that side of them comes out. 

38. What was their most memorable date?

Romantic getaway to do cave spelunking in the Mobian Alps. The quartz there are amazing

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

Minako x Rei (Sailor Moon) maybe?

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

I think it’s mostly mutual. But Jewel being around can instantly perk up Tiara’s mood.

[wubble]

I need to write all of this down before my brain explodes.

I have small children at home and I rarely have access to my car during the day anymore. It has slowly turned into a thing that is OK and fine and normal.

When he first got this job, they didn't care that he was on his bike. All was fine. Every day he would come home and tell me that if he got his license back he would be able to drive the work van and also maybe get a better position. Definitely be more of an asset, etc. Every single day he bothered me about it, incessantly, until we spent well over $2000 to pay court fees to 4 counties and drove him all over town for weeks. He finally got it and literally nothing at the job changed. This made him very depressed, I guess. He started getting angry and verbally abusive again, reminiscent of when he started calling me a pig every day a few years ago. He started taking money out of my purse to buy cigarettes so I wouldn't notice a charge on the card while lying to me about smelling cigarettes and also lying about where the money went. Telling me I either lost it or never had it or counted wrong. Once I didn't have any more money in my purse, he started using a credit card he found in my wallet. One with no balance. So when I got a bill for this credit card we don't use, I got upset. We could have just used cash, or a card with zero interest. So then he realized he could take the credit card that has a balance and delete the notification email right away so I wouldn't notice. He did this for over a month while lying to me every day. No, that's not cigarette smell. No, i'm not angry because i'm withdrawing from cigarettes while at home around my family. NO, YOU ARE WRONG ALWAYS AND CRAZY HAHAHA. But then I found the charges. I almost had a heart attack that day, it was 6am. I was so tired and so sad and hurt. He thinks my reactions to his behavior are stupid and unnecessary. The way he makes me feel is completely irrelevant, it's just cigarettes. But why not just buy them and smoke them? Why pretend to still not smoke? WHY?? Because he'd rather not hear me and just do what he wants with no regard for my feelings and when I do find out, he'll deal with it then. That's just the kind of person he is. ANYWAY. This isn't even the issue. The issue is my car. So now he has the license. First, it's too hot, he's too tired, he doesn't want to bike anymore. I tell him to find a new job, I cannot be without my car. AT ALL. So he says ok, I'll bring the car home at lunch. But suddenly he's not allowed to leave at lunch. Whenever I ask when he's bringing the car home, he acts like I'm annoying and he's not allowed to leave. A fight ensues. He takes his bike to work one day, because I said no more of this shit, and he says they got mad that he holds up the car line on his bike and he needs to come in a car or get there 15 minutes before they open. So he's doing that but upset with me for not letting him take the car. Now he's too tired to drive the bike home so i need to pick him up. But the bike doesn't fit in the car so he will have to leave it at work and then take the car to work the next day until he has me take him back to work so he can ride the bike home which ends up never happening and he's taking the car everyday (he leaves before my children wake up for the day so I cannot drive him). Now he's saying the boss is making fun of his home situation and his car situation and he needs to figure it out and he's not doing a good job anymore and they're going to fire him. And it's my fault. Because of me needing my car. Why should I need a car? I should just stay home all day with 2 children and no access to a car and if I ask him to bring it home on his lunch break his boss will say his home life is ruining his job? What is happening here? Am I wrong to feel extremely hurt by all of this?????????

BTW- He didn't have a license for over 18 years and has never bought a car in all of this time let alone really had much of a job through most of it. I supported and drove this asshole around the ENTIRE TIME I HAVE KNOWN HIM. He's also kind of broken the transmission already and fucked up the tires. At least it feels that way. BUT I AM CRAZY DO NOT FORGET!

Today he is crying because I needed the car and he is so hot and has tooth pain (he hasn't brushed his teeth in days, I can tell because his toothbrush hasn't moved) and he can't see everything is blurry. The Listerine he's been bringing to work to cover the cigarette smell is for the toothache he only has when he's at work. This guy also sleeps 9 hours+ a night while i'm up with the baby ALL NIGHT. I could write about this guy's treatment of me forever yet I am still pretty convinced that it's my fault. I mean, it must be, right??

[missmonsters2]

Window of The Morning

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Certain hours of the day are Wanda's favorite. 2 hours of the day are the entire culmination of everything you and her have shared.

Warning/Tags: ): closeted gay history. Exes to lovers. Unresolved trauma.

Note: Wow, I really said okay halloween is over. Time to be both happy and sad. Will I continue this? Whomst knows. Open to it but it can be read as a stand alone.

Genre: Romance & Soft Angst

Count: ~1.6k

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6AM is Wanda's favorite time of the day. Well, 6AM to 8AM.

2 hours of the 24 hours of the day were all that she really cherished. Wanda isn't a morning person at all, and she'll sleep in until at least 11:30AM if given the opportunity. So, it must be strange that her favorite hours of the day are so early. 

But there's a method to the madness of it all. The madness is you; the method is that 6AM to 8AM is the only time you're soft with her. 

Wanda has her eyes open, watching as you stir awake before lifting your head up to look at her alarm clock. You sigh before plopping your head back down, scooting your backside closer to her. Pulling her arm over you, you hum in warm contentment and fall back asleep. 

This was what she looked forward to every other day. You liked to think you randomly showed up at Wanda's apartment, but Wanda knows the pattern. 

Wanda pushes her luck, stroking the bare skin of your stomach and the edge of your arm. You let out a murmur, pushing back against more into her. 

Wanda thinks it'd be so nice if it was always like this. But she knows it won't. 

Wanda knows that at 8:01AM, you'll wake up regardless if she turns off her alarm. And once you wake up, the magic of the early morning 2 hours she has of your hidden soft nature will be gone. Settling in for the two hours, she lets her thoughts drift. 

In many ways, you were still the same person she knew in high school. You were quiet, almost somber. You were compatible in that way with Wanda because she couldn't stand people who talked just for the sake of hearing their own voice. 

But in high school, you were also witty and sarcastic, and it had always made Wanda laugh in a way she couldn't in public. Wanda has no doubt that you still were, but she just no longer had the privilege of seeing that from you. 

About an hour in, you turn around in her arms, scooting as close as possible, face buried into Wanda's naked chest. Your arms wrap around her, your warm palms against her back. 

Wanda lets her eyes flutter close; even if she chants mindlessly, she can't fall asleep. 

Right person, wrong time.

Wanda is starting to believe maybe that was what the two of you were. In school and now, it was always you, but the timing never seemed right. 

And it was never going to be right because you can't forgive Wanda.

8:01AM.

You open your eyes, catching Wanda's gaze. You linger for exactly 3.7 seconds before you untangle yourself from her. You sit up and look at the clock as if you don't already know it's 8:01AM, swinging your legs over the edge. You begin picking up your articles of clothing without saying anything, leaving Wanda to just watch you. 

"You don't have to go, you know," Wanda interjects as she sits up, letting the covers fall from her chest and onto her lap. "I can make coffee and breakfast." She catches you gazing at her nakedness for a moment, as if debating for a morning round before you disappear off, but you merely shake your head a little, turning away to find your shirt. 

"No, it's fine," you say shortly, but there's no bite to your tone. "I should get going."

Wanda sighs. "You don't always have to run off in the morning. There's no harm in staying."

"I'm not running," you say a little more curtly this time. 

"Uh-huh," Wanda hums.

"I have things to do." You frown only momentarily before your face slips into an unreadable mask.

"Okay," Wanda says. 

"I'm serious," you huff. "I have a—" You stop short, and Wanda doesn't say anything because they both know you have no obligations on Thursdays. 

"I have things to do," you settle for instead, resuming to put your shirt back on. "Besides, shouldn't this be familiar? I used to be running out of your house before anyone woke up, and you've turned down plenty of offers for breakfast at my house."

The tone is biting, and Wanda sighs. She gets out of bed, grabbing her shirt to put it on and stands before you while you pretend not to notice her. 

"Are you going to keep holding that over me?" Wanda asks. "We were teenagers. I was scared—you have no idea what my family is like."

"Whose fault is that?" You turn away, sitting so you can put your socks on. "I knew you were scared, and contrary to your belief, I do know what your family is like. You think I haven't seen your dad publicly shame that gay couple that recently moved into town our junior year and force them to move right back out?"

"Then why are you giving me such a hard time?" Wanda sighs. "You act like I broke your heart but you broke up with me, remember?"

"Because you did break my heart," you seethe, your jaw clenching and unclenching. "I wasn't asking that you come out to your parents, but some leniency between us could've gone a long way. We couldn't pretend to be friends, I couldn't say hi to you in the hallways, and I couldn't talk to any of my friends about us. Every date we had was either holed up in my room very late after my parents went to bed or 3 towns away."

"Because I couldn't risk my parents finding out!" Wanda stresses. "Did you not see what happened to Pietro when he came out? My parents were keeping a close eye on me like it was going to be another one of those twin things."

You sigh. It felt like just another of those same arguments you had with Wanda in your sophomore and junior years. There had been a moment that seemed like Wanda might've been open to coming out until Pietro did first. Watching her own twin brother be kicked out of his home and cut off had been terrifying for Wanda. After that, she wouldn't even budge an inch when it came to the two of you. 

"Wanda, I loved you," you forcefully remind yourself to say it in the past tense because you can't even allow yourself what it would mean to still love Wanda after all this time. "But I never felt so alone than when we were together. And then watching you accept our break-up so easily and for you to date Vision just three days after was one of the worst things I had ever experienced."

"Do you think it was any easier than seeing you with Yelena a week after?" Wanda frowns. 

You merely shrug as you finish putting your clothes back on. 

"I'm not the girl I was in high school anymore," Wanda says softly. "You would see that if you just spent some time with me outside our nightly activities and stopped running in the morning."

You give Wanda a soft, sad smile. The problem was that you did see Wanda was different. The fact alone that she was out and didn't care anymore about who knew was surprising. When Natasha mentioned in passing that Wanda was also out to her parents, and that things have been strained between them since. It was even more shocking. 

You couldn't really fathom how you'd ended in your current situation with Wanda. Years without her just to only bump into her at Natasha's bachelorette had suddenly brought you back to when you were 15, and it was not a comfortable feeling. 

"Yeah, you're not," you acknowledge quietly. "But I'm also not the girl I was when I was 15. I'm not the girl who will put your needs over mine. I don't know what you want, Wanda, but this is all I have to give you. If it's not enough, then let's stop." You feel something horribly crunching inside you at your own words. You can't get over your inability to hate or forgive Wanda fully. A part of you wishes you'd never attended Natasha's bachelorette. 

You watch Wanda suck in a quick breath, something flashing over her eyes before it quickly melts away into a passive mask. She's always been too good at hiding her feelings, and you suppose she's had to with the family she's had. 

There is a moment when you think Wanda is finally fed up with you, finally tired of trying to reconcile when you're nothing but uncooperative and, quite frankly—mean. You think Wanda will tell you not to come back, and it might be like high school all over again, except you expect it this time. That, somehow, it'll be a confirmation of what you've been thinking all these years: Wanda didn't love you. At least not enough. 

But Wanda merely licks her lip and says, "I'll see you tonight."

You feel like mismatched puzzle pieces, sawed and created by Wanda, therefore, unable to truly fit together. Jagged points and curves, trying to make it work, but you feel unstable, like you're one loose piece from crumbling, as you nod contritely and turn to walk out of her apartment. 

Wanda shuts the door behind you quietly, letting her forehead fall against it as she closes her eyes and lets out a puff of breath. While you're absolutely mean to her, you haven't told her that you never want to see her again. So, she knows that it'll take time. 

She looks at her kitchen clock. 

20 hours until 6AM comes again.

[deepdarkdelights]

Context: this is my younger sister's wedding (I'm the eldest). I am married and another of my sisters is as well, so this is the 3rd wedding in my family. My husband and I live out of state.

First: I don't even like the guy she's marrying, but I also seem to be the only one with that opinion. He's nice but a bit hot-headed and my sister is stubborn as fuck so their arguments are ridiculous and are almost always started by him.

Second: I also seem to be the only one who thinks this is going too fast. My sister got played a lot in high school by top tier douchebags so she swore off dating for a number of years, including just casual dating (completely understandable too) and was at college for like, 2 years before she met him. HOWEVER he's the first guy she's dated since high school- story goes they had three dates in the span of a week, kissed on the second, were exclusive by the third, and were engaged maybe a month or two later. And a very large part of me is very worried that she's latching onto him because he was the first guy to treat her right (or at least better than she had previously experienced) and she thinks she won't find anyone else.

Third: my husband and I live out of state so we had to fly in yesterday, and that came with all its own problems. Our flight was at 6am and the airport is about a 2 hour drive away so we left late at about 3am (staying up until then due to just not being ready to leave in general) and therefore nearly missed boarding our flight and not getting a chance to rest or eat at the airport.

So we land a couple hours later, flight isn't too bad, and make plans to get breakfast before driving to my family's so we have a last few moments together before jumping into wedding madness. We take the shuttle to the car rental place we had paid for and reserved specifically because their website said we didn't need a credit card in order to rent a car. We wait in line for 15 minutes, then get to the counter and the lady working asks for ID and the card we used to pay online. Pull out my ID and the card and she looks at it and goes "this is debit, do you have a credit card?" And we're like, "well, no, your website said we didn't need credit." And she's just "Yeah our policy changed about a year and a half ago and we haven't updated our website, you need credit"

🤬🤬🤬🤬

So we take the shuttle back to the airport where we take the cable car to the train station and then we'll ride up and have someone come pick us up. No problem really, just that we'll be without a car all weekend, but at this point we are so done. We've been up for 24+ hours and hadn't eaten in 12+. We just wanted to get to my family's and eat some food and take a nap.

But while my husband was dealing with the rental place, a friend I had been hanging out earlier in the week messages me and says "hey I got tested positive for covid"

😫😫😫😫

So we're on the train trying to figure out what we're gonna do, obviously we're gonna get tested but if our tests come back positive we're gonna be holed up in a hotel bc we can't get on the flight home and we can't stay with any of our family members- and we won't be able to attended this godforsaken wedding that we've already been thru so much shit to get thru

My dad picks us up at the train station and takes us straight to the store to pick up some rapid tests we can take- I have a mental breakdown bc i am so so fucking tired and hungry and cold (it was raining on and off). My dad takes us back to the house and we take the tests in the garage. While we're waiting my husband gets a call from his mother, who tells us (I can't make this shit up if I tried):

Overnight, an arsonist burned down five houses, and bc they were older the smoke that came from them was super toxic, so the entire town woke up coughing with sore throats (the guy was caught but the police haven't released any other info yet). So we didn't have covid (the tests came back negative too) we had just inhaled toxic smoky air for a solid hour or so while we were driving to the airport

🙃🙃🙃🙃

Fourth: when me and my other sister got married, it was our mom who was kinda the crazy mother-in-law, but for this wedding it's my sister's fiance's mother who's crazy, and after everything I have gone thru in the past pfffft 36ish hours I will not hesitate to slap a bitch. My siblings and i all have this very strong sense of passive aggressive loyalty to each other, where we can be super mean to each other but if you're outside our circle you don't get to be mean to any of us (and since I'm the oldest I have a bit more of that "dont you dare touch my siblings I Will Fuck You Up" mentality).

So to recap: I'm running on a collective 10 hours of sleep and very very little food for my younger sister's wedding to a guy I don't necessarily approve of and who's mother is crazier than mine and might end up in a fight with me if she starts pushing my already tense buttons the wrong way

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The drama and tea have been spilled. I hope this mildly entertained you during your quarantine~~ 😘😘

UPDATE: ITS RAINING

I kinda hope this wedding kills me

Oh wow you have certainly gone through it, haven't you! This was more than entertaining trust me 😂

It raining really was the cherry on top of this whole ordeal. I'm sorry it took me so long to respond to you, my professors have not been very kind when it comes to coursework while I am sick!

Well, now that the wedding is over I hope the rest went smoothly for you (especially with the mother in law) and you made it back home safe!

[getitinbusan]

Finger Bang!

Jeongguk Smut

More than pleased with himself, Jeongguk stared at how wet the bed was.

Quickly undoing his pants he knew he could pull another orgasm out of you while you were still blissed out. He brushed the damp hair off your cheek and kissed it.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing that."

It had been a few weeks since this new talent revealed itself and he was determined to perfect the craft.

If he curled his fingers just right, and dragged them in and out at a steady pace, he could make you squirt like a soup dumpling. 

"So fucking wet, I can't believe how much your pussy loves my fingers." 

So while you lay in the aftermath, mind blank, muscles limp, he'd hop on and fuck you the rest of the way into oblivion replacing your fluids with his.

Walking through the airport you grabbed hold of him. Instead of taking his whole hand, you gripped your two favorite fingers and gave them a tight teasing squeeze.

"You really like those huh?"

"I thought it was obvious?"

Pressing his digits up to your lips you kissed them softly.

"I'm going to miss them this week, do you really have to go?"

"You're not going to miss me? Just my fingers?" He laughed, "You know you've got your own right?" 

"Not the same Guk. I love you, you'd better hurry back." 

The day before he was scheduled to return he messaged you. 

JK: I can't wait to see you tomorrow, I have a surprise. 

Y/N: I thought we were going to FaceTime tonight? I miss your smile Guk-ah."

Y/N: But what's the surprise!!??

JK: You're gonna have to be patient 💜 We get in at 7am, stay in bed, I'll meet you there 😏

The alarm went off at 6am, that would give you just enough time. 

Peeling off his old ripped t-shirt you got up to shower and shave.  

Putting clean sheets on the bed you tucked yourself back in just as the key turned in the lock. 

You heard the sound of his duffel bag drop on the floor, followed by shoes, then clothes as his bare feet pattered towards the bed. 

"I know you're not sleeping, I can see you smiling." 

You laughed as he lifted the covers and crawled on top of you.  "You'd better get over here and kiss me Jeongguk." 

His lips announced his homecoming as they connected with yours. His hand drew through your hair and caressed your cheek. 

You pulled back at the strange sensation. "What's this? Why are you wearing a glove? Jeongguk are you hurt?!" 

He rolled onto his back and held his gloved hand up. "This is my surprise!" 

You looked at him puzzled, "I don't get it." 

Sliding the fabric off his hand he slowly revealed his newly inked fingers, the inflamed writing spelled out ARMY across his knuckles. 

"Oh my God, thats so fucking hot!" 

He smiled at your praise. "You really like it? I can't wait for the fans to see how much I love them." 

You crawled on top of him, "When are you gonna show me how much you love me?" 

You ground yourself onto his hardening cock, "I need you to make me cum."

"Yeah? you need my fingers inside you baby?" 

"Please Kookie, I've been a good girl waiting for you." 

"Fuck, I love when you talk like that." 

He lowered his hand to your entrance, his fingers finding you wet in anticipation. Dipping his index inside you he hissed. 

His eyes grew big and apologetic, "shit...shit, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." 

He got out of bed and walked to the washroom. You could hear him running the faucet. The light flicked back off and he stood beside the bed. 

"You're gonna be mad." 

"Jeongguk, what's going on? I've missed you, why the hell aren't you fucking me right now?" 

He grabbed the discarded glove from the bed and slipped it back over his hand.

Realization hit you, "Oh for fucks sakes Jeon. How long till they heal?" 

His head dropped,"Three weeks.." 

The sex was good but… it was no squirting orgasm. 

It had been a week and a half plus the week he'd been gone. He felt bad.

Jeongguk loved to please you and even though you didn't complain he knew he could be giving you so much more. 

He walked into the living room where you lay on the couch and made a show of dropping his book loudly onto the coffee table. 

You picked it up and read the title, 

"Tantric Alchemy and Amrita: The Sacred Nectar of a good woman"

"Have you given up Overwatch for feminist studies?" 

He took it out of your hand and stretched out beside you. 

He flipped it open, "It says when a woman squirts, its a holy experience for her." 

You couldn't stop laughing at how serious he was.

"You've made me scream OH GOD on multiple occasions, im not sure why you needed a book to tell you that." 

"Don't make fun of me," he pouted. "I know you really like it when I make you squirt and I just want to understand so I can do it better." 

You held up his hand and looked at the Tattoos, "How much longer?" 

"Three more days baby, we're almost there. Wanna see what else I learned?" 

He flipped to the bookmarked page and read it to you.

"Tantric Kissing brings your makeout sessions to totally new, electric, and elevated levels. It allows you to experience flowing orgasmic energy with  outrageous passion between you and your kissing partner." He wiggled his brow and grinned.

Your panties were already wet.

"Jeongguk," you rubbed against him, "I'm more of a hands on learner. Why dont you teach me about it?"

You woke up in a great mood. Today was THE day! 

Jeongguk had left bright and early for rehearsal so you wouldn't see him until after the show tonight. 

Trying to distract yourself all day, your house had never been this clean. The anticipation building inside you was manifesting in your creamed panties. 

Y/N: Guk I'm gonna die...I cant wait any longer.

JK: Don't you dare touch yourself!

Y/N: You'd better take care of me

JK: I've got you baby girl.

JK: I changed the ending of Boy with Luv just for you...💜

Y/N: ?? Cant wait, see you soon.

He was a tease. Standing in the front row with your legs clamped together he danced for you.

Lifting his shirt, thrusting his hips, rolling his body, his hand falling conveniently over his cock. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Almost at the finish line, you couldn't wait to get him home. The familiar ohs of Boy With Luv began and you watched as he flirted with you. You didn't want to wait, you wanted to be in the car already, getaway style. 

End...end...come on end...Boy with Luv…

He looked over his shoulder  directly at you and raised your two favorite fingers in the air. Holding the pose he winked and motioned with his head for you to get backstage. 

"Fucking finger guns Jeongguk? Do you want me to wet myself in public?" 

Not saying a word he grinned as he pulled you into a nearby green room and locked the door behind him. 

He backed you up animalisticly like you were prey until your legs found the edge of the couch.

"Guk..." 

He put his tattooed finger over you lips.  

You lay back on the couch as he knelt on the floor in front of you. 

Lifting your skirt he shook his head, "you haven't been wearing panties all night?"

You smiled sweetly and shrugged. 

Spreading you wide he went knuckle deep and pulled back out. "So fucking wet," he licked his finger. 

"Guk please, don't tease me anymore." Begging him, you were desperate to get off. 

He pushed his fingers into you and layed himself onto your chest. As his fingers stroked your sweet spot he whispered in your ear. 

"Remember the other day when we kissed for hours?"

You couldn't form sentences so you moaned in acknowledgment.

"How it felt like nothing else existed but us?" 

He lifted your leg to hit a deeper angle. 

"I want to give you that all the time." 

His lips moved warm and slow, his tongue dancing in your mouth as fireworks went off behind your eyes. His fingers, covered in cream were snuggly inside you, pressing, rubbing into a euphoric trance. He had you dizzy. 

His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, "can you cum for me?"  

You knew he was speaking but your brain couldn't decipher what the words were. 

As your hips involuntarily rose to press into his palm he increased his speed. Your legs were trembling and he knew it was imminant. Moving to the side he watched as pleasure took over and you released your cum onto the couch and the floor. 

"Thats my girl." 

Your head was reeling as you tried to regain your strength. He held out his hand to help you up. 

"Aren't you going to finish?" 

He pulled you into a hug, "Nope. I learnt a few things from my book, it's going to be a long night." 

He opened the door just as Jimin was walking by. Eyeing you both  suspiciously up and down he looked into the room. "Is everything okay? Why are you wet.. why's the floor wet?" 

Jungkook shrugged, "Sometimes we have waterfights."

[funkymbtifiction]

This pandemic has brought out the worst in me. My sleeping schedule is a mess (I go to sleep at 6am and wake up at 2pm), I'm barely able to get out of the bed, I can barely do the dishes and take out the trash, I spend too much time on YouTube and inside my head, thinking about all the stuff I wanted to work on but being unable to do it.

My memory has also gotten worse - if it's not something I'm not obsessed with then I'll not remember the details. I was trying to snap myself out of this hazy floating by trying to focus my mind at least on reading, which is something I absolutely love, but now I'm unable to focus even on a plot I find interesting and intriguing, my mind immediately starts to wander, or I need to do at least 2 things at once (reading and checking Reddit, or reading and listening to some ambient music). I've also started to not finish stories where I once used to read a book a day.

I know the theory of what I should be doing, but that's it. I'm unable to JUST DO it. I think my Te is trying to motivate me by trying to wake up my conscience, but it's not enough. I hate this because I know I can do things and concentrate and be responsible and productive, but because I'm fine and all my basic needs are met I don't have the need to pull myself together. I used to fuel my 7 by travelling and observing people, but now that we need to stay home, and I have covid (so my friends bring me groceries), my 9w1 core sloth is all too happy to be left alone, with my devices.

I know that this pandemic brought pandemic fatigue with it, plus it's spring and I'm always tired in spring (plus my years-long medical issues with thick blood and low blood pressure), but it's driving me crazy that I could've gotten better at my hobbies and could've reached some of my goals by now only if I DID things. Things that used to work don't help anymore. And then I don't even stay mad long because some new video distracts me.

Is there something from a mbti perspective that can help to start doing things and concentrating on them? (For context I'm an ENFP 9w1 7w6 2w3)

Also thank you so much for this blog, thank you for helping lost souls find their way and be better people, both inside their head and outside when interacting with the outer world ❤️ I haven't been studying mbti for that long but so far I've seen so much valuable information on your blog, and for free!

Are you mad enough at yourself yet to change your behavior?

That's really the bottom line here, because you KNOW that YOU have to start being responsible and doing things and not just wasting your time... but YOU are the only person who will force yourself to do things.

A couple of thoughts. First, I recognize this phenomenon / brain fog. It happened to me several times last year during the pandemic (where I am, things are opening up, so hopefully they will soon for you as well) and I hated it. My mind was unclear, I had lots of things I needed to do but could not focus on any of them. It was, to be honest, a Si grip, which yanks you out of Ne-dom (possibilities, excitement about doing projects, seeing things made real) and turns your intuition into a "fog." There's no access to Fi (do I care about this? if I care, am I a principled person enough to do it?) and no Te (how am I going to prioritize my tasks?), just Si (I'm comfy doing nothing and feeling depressed) and flits of Ne, which only show up as being bored, easily distracted, etc. So some of this is a Si grip, and some of it is general depression (being unfocused, sleeping in late, not taking care of yourself, no motivation even for things you love, unable to finish things). You need to approach it by dealing with both -- getting back into your stronger functions (Ne: envisioning possibilities and finding a purpose, Fi: drawing upon your character and who you want to be and what you care about, to take action, Te: making a plan, forcing yourself to do what needs done, and keeping track of your progress to self-motivate) -- and by recognizing and admitting that you are depressed, and asking what you can do about it.

Second, you have built up some BAD habits during the pandemic. I get it. I fell into some of this as well last autumn, when I ceased being my usual productive self and started leaving work (from home) at 3pm every day. I developed a bad habit of just watching television, which numbed my brain and ultimately bored me. It's only now that I have hope and can go to the store without a mask on that I am feeling happier (my little 7 wing rejoices and has PLANS) and can work through into the late afternoon. I'm re-establishing a schedule that is productive throughout the day instead of allowing myself to "meander" in life. So what you need to do is look at your habits. Make a list of them. Look at what you told me: basically, it is I have become undisciplined, my sleep schedule is bad, and then I wake up late and feel lazy so I don't do anything. What is ONE THING that would jolt you into a different routine? Go to bed on time. Set a time every night, shut off all your devices an hour ahead of it, read a book until you get sleepy, and go to sleep. Wake up at a decent hour. If you wake up at 7am instead of 2pm, your body won't fall into its usual "welp, afternoon is half over, guess I'll watch YouTube" habit. It will go -- wait, what new habit are we forming? Breakfast? Then work?? Okay!

Lastly, and this is HUGELY important for an ENFP -- decide the night before what you are going to accomplish or work on tomorrow. Why? It prepares your brain to know what is expected from it. Unless I do this each night, and have a notion of how I am going to spend my time, my Ne goes ?!?! and I get very little done or waste three hours trying to decide what to do. But if I say, "Okay, tomorrow I am finishing chapter four," I usually finish chapter four (and then some). Today, I have to work at my paying job. I knew this last night, so I am mentally clear and prepared to focus only on the task at hand. I don't treat today as "mine." It belongs to my employer. I know what I am going to do, I intend to do it, and when I get home, I know what else I can work on. Learn to create this habit each night before bed. Decide what tomorrow is going to be like and commit to it.

As for tasks you don't want to do that still need done -- just do them. You can spend 2 weeks avoiding them, or spend an hour and get it over with so you don't feel like crap about yourself because you have kept avoiding it for weeks. Decide, "Tomorrow, I am doing that thing first thing in the morning," and then do it.

You will find that when you start setting yourself tasks (Te) that your Ne starts working properly again -- it will become more focused, less hazy, and more interested in what you can contribute, rather than just mindless "consuming." It's fine to have a down day now and again (even so, it's also useful to have a vague idea the night before of what this day will contain, even if it's fun -- it's fun and exciting to anticipate things) but your life NEEDS structure, or you won't do anything.

I hope you can pull yourself out of this, because you won't be happy unless you do. ENFPs need to get things done, contribute, feel like they are moving forward, and have something to show for their time. Without it, they will get angry at themselves -- as you well know.

[hydrangeahug]

[ Coffee and Wine ]

Simeon x Lucifer | Chapter 4 out of ? | Angst with a happy ending

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Chapter 4. Chaos, destruction and tea

The way back was relatively quiet, but that was to be expected considering that it was currently around 5AM. Only a few demons were up at this time, most of which went to their job or back home from a long day of work. Lucifer would have enjoyed this quiet morning walk if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't slept the night before and that the silence gave him too much time to think about the events of the day once more.

How would he explain to his brothers that Simeon not only fell, but will also be living with them soon? Lucifer had no doubt that some of them would be happy, while others might not have a good reaction towards such a huge change in their life. But even then, he had made up his mind. Simeon will be living with them, if they want him to or not is irrelevant.

Lucifer passed by the Colosseum on his way back and it looked like some demons had started investigating the area on either Diavolo's or Barbatos' command. It was highly unlikely to find something relating to Simeon's fall but it was better than missing some key elements that might help them later on, or that could help Simeon remember what happened.

It wasn't long until Lucifer arrived at the house. It was… weirdly quiet from the outside. You wouldn't even be able to guess just how much chaos happens inside every single day if you just walked by. Part of Lucifer wanted to go back and ask if the castle perhaps had a room for him, he was tired, had a headache and needed sleep. And he knew all too well that he wasn't going to get any sleep for a few more hours with the brothers nearby.

And a small part of him wanted to stay with Simeon for just a short while longer.

Lucifer put his hand on the doorknob, ready to open the door. And as if on command, there was a loud scream heard from the inside. Based on the high pitched ringing in Lucifer's ears, it was most likely Asmodeus. Of course he couldn't just get back home without anything happening, how could he even believe that it would be any different.

Oh how he wished to be back at the castle right now, but there was no use in standing there hoping things would get better on their own, they never did with the brothers, after all. So he took the small amount of willpower he still had left and went inside, but nothing that he was mentally prepared for could have prepared him for the flood that came out of their house the moment he opened the door.

So <em>that's</em> why Asmodeus had screamed.

The water had now mostly gone outside while Lucifer stood there, and if Lucifer wasn't drenched, tired and ready to murder the next demon in his sight, then maybe he would even joke about the plants outside finally getting some water. But right now he wanted to know who was at fault for the entire House of Lamentation being turned into a bathtub. So he finally made his way towards the entrance while trying his best not to slip on the stairs that could now be used as a slide.

"Lucifer! Look at what they've done to the house! My makeup and clothes are completely ruined..." Asmodeus was the first to 'greet' Lucifer back home. He was standing inside next to the door, most likely in an attempt to escape once things got bad, but he seemingly didn't expect things to end up this bad either.

"Who do you mean by <em>they</em>?" Lucifer took a few steps inside, hoping to see whoever was at fault for this still in the area. But it seemed like they took the opportunity when Lucifer was still in shock to run.

"Mammon and Levi! Levi was screaming at Mammon to give him his money back when I went out of my room, then Mammon ran downstairs in an attempt to get away but Levi catched up to him! And then at some point Levi summoned Lotan…" 

Of course it was Mammon! Who else would dare to cause such destruction at such an hour? "Did you see where they went?" Oh how Lucifer hoped that he had gotten far enough away so he couldn't catch up, unless he wanted to find out just how done Lucifer was with the day. But knowing these two, they were probably still fighting somewhere in the house.

"I think I saw Levi running upstairs, maybe he was running after Mammon again…? Maybe Mammon ran to his room?" That was to be expected. Mammon usually barricaded himself into his room when Leviathan wanted his money back. But this time it seems like Leviathan somehow got Mammon out of his room at first so he tried running outside instead. Which, as Lucifer could both see and feel, ended up in utter chaos and destruction.

Without saying anything else, Lucifer made his way towards the stairs. At first he couldn't hear anything that could indicate Mammon or Leviathan on the upper floor, but then he heard it. There was one voice coming from the direction of Mammon's room. Leviathan's, Lucifer assumed.

"MAMMON GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM!" with the sound of someone banging against a door with almost enough strength to punch the door in.

"Leviathan, do you mind explaining to me why the lower floor has been turned into a swimming pool?" Leviathan slowly turned around towards the voice until he realized that it was, indeed, Lucifer's, and that he didn't just imagine that.

"I'm… sorry… I truly didn't mean too! I was just so mad at Mammon because he-"

Lucifer made his way towards Mammon's door and interrupted Leviathan's speech to get Mammon out of his room, after all, it wasn't fair to only scream at Leviathan, right? "Mammon, if you do not come out of this room in the next second then giving anyone their money back will be the least of your problems."

Mammon opened the door right after Lucifer had finished his sentence and immediately started talking in an attempt at getting away, Lucifer wondered how he still hadn't noticed that no matter what he would say, none of his words could get him out of trouble, no matter how often he tried. "He was the one to summon Lotan! Not me! I don't see why you'd need me for this! And I have a modeling job in a few minutes-"

"Oh? At 5:30AM? That's quite early for you, don't you think? I don't remember you ever taking a job so early in the morning. But even if so, I'm sure they'll understand if I give them a call to let them know that you will be a <em>bit</em> late. Actually, how about you give me their number right now?" Lucifer knew that it was a lie, Mammon wasn't a morning person and it was surprising that he was awake at this hour at all.

"Nononono it's alright! I'm sure they'll understand if I'm a bit late!!"

"Mammon, your lies are embarrassing…" Leviathan said, who was seemingly not all too happy about seeing the man who had taken his money once again, or perhaps he still hadn't returned the money he last 'borrowed'.

"Oi! What do ya mean by lies??"

Lucifer caught into his hand to catch the two bickering demons' attention. "Now that we have that settled, how about we talk about the mess in the entire first floor? Mammon…?"

"Why are ya lookin' at me like that! It wasn't me!" Mammon put his hand up to point at Leviathan and continued, " It was this weirdo! He got all mad at me for something we already discussed and chased me around the house until he suddenly summoned Lotan!"

"DISCUSSED?! YOU TOLD ME YOU'D GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK YESTERDAY!"

"AND I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T HAVE ANY RIGHT NOW! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!"

"YOU-"

"Are you two done now? I was going to only hang you two from the chandelier for half a day if you cleaned the mess you made but it seems like you'd rather have a whole day all to yourself."

"NONONO I'LL CLEAN I'LL CLEAN!"

"I'LL CLEAN EVEN BETTER THAN MAMMON!"

And they were gone before Lucifer could say another word. Oh well, Lucifer could worry about how well they actually cleaned once he woke up.

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[ The House of Lamentation ]

Lucifer: if I find any of you just <em>looking</em> at my room anywhere before 12 then they will spend the next few days hanging from the chandelier until Simeon arrives here.

Satan: Well someone sure sounds like they didn't catch enough sleep tonight…

Beelzebub: Is Simeon visiting us?

Belphegor: Now that you mention it, Satan, I didn't see Lucifer anywhere in the last few hours.

Asmodeus: He came home just a short while ago! I wonder where he was, maybe on a date? ♡

Belphegor: Probably on a date with Diavolo, if anything.

Belphegor: But what does Simeon want from us? Hopefully not another exchange program…

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Simeon couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried. Each time he closed his eyes they immediately opened up again, fearing the images he might see in his sleep, the nightmares he most definitely would have. The only reason he didn't have them earlier was because he passed out from the pain and blood loss. And while he didn't wish to feel the pain from then again, he did wish that he could have slept long enough for him to actually feel energized. It was now 6AM, Simeon noted after looking at the small alarm clock on the bedside table next to him for what felt like the 50th time.

But the moments that his mind couldn't rest also felt like torture. He repeatedly thought about the incident of the day, the pain, the fear. And if his mind wasn't busy with the past then it thought about the future, which part of him also feared.

Simeon wasn't one to be too afraid of uncertainty, or what people thought of him. But knowing that he would soon live with the people who he once saw as family, until he left them to their own fate, was frightening.

They didn't seem to hold a grudge against him, or at least they didn't when he was an exchange student. But back then he also didn't directly live with them. Perhaps they actually all hated him?

And then his mind once again found another way to make him suffer. Luke. What was with Luke? Who would take care of him now that Simeon was gone? And how would they tell him that Simeon was now no longer welcome in the Celestial Realm? And not only that, but that the person who had teached him how to be a proper angel was now no longer an angel himself? He had to ask Diavolo if he could find a way to contact Luke. He needed to talk to him.

There was a gentle knock on the door, taking Simeon out of thoughts. Simeon didn't expect anyone to come by so early - or should he say late? - but he wouldn't mind some company, especially not with the way his mind was wandering now, so he let the person in.

"I apologise for the intrusion, I'm just here to bring some clothes you can wear for the next few days." It was Barbatos. He had a few neatly folded clothes in his hands and made his way towards the closet.

"It's alright, I wasn't sleeping anyway. Thank you."

While putting the clothes into the closet Barbatos spoke up again. "Is there anything troubling you? I could make you some tea, I'm sure I have something that could help you sleep."

There was, a lot. But Simeon didn't want to dump the mess that was his mind onto someone else, even if he knew that Barbatos was trustworthy. "I think that everything that happened in the last few hours was just...a lot." And he didn't lie with that. He did feel overwhelmed by the events of the last day, he just left out a few other things.

"Of course, what happened wasn't something you could just get used to in such a short while. I still remember how the brothers were when they had to get used to living here." Barbatos turned around and gently smiled at Simeon, seemingly in an attempt to make him feel better and more at ease. "If you'd like then I could tell you some stories about that time that I know off while we relax with some tea?"

"That sounds great. Thank you Barbatos."

[zanesgirlfriend]

Show Up | David Dobrik & Jeff Wittek

Description: The day after a party where the reader cheated on David with Jeff.

Disclaimer: the format is a little weird bc i had their argument in between the story, but i liked the way it came out, if it gets confusing read the normal print first and the italics second.

Requested?: Yes by @samanthaaaa18 : an imagine where the reader is dating David and cheats on him with Jeff

with additional ideas from @obesionoffandoms

A/N: I based this off of a song called "Show Up" by Catey Shaw, the lyrics seemed to fit with the theme of the story sooo. Also I think this is possibly one of my favorite things ive ever written wow okay thank yall for requesting this, enjoy.

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Natalie loved to tease David and Y/n about their relationship. It was one of the only perks of being in the house when they had sex. She always made it seem like an inconvenience, loving to hear their embarrassed apologies. Y/n should have paid attention to this teasing, for remembering it could've saved her relationship with David.

Dizzy. She was dizzy in the best way, and the tingles moved through her whole body. She usually never drank this much, and David knew that. He decided just to let her go wild in the saftey of his house. She couldn't do anything dangerous in his house, right?

"How did any of this happen?"

The alcohol made her horny. She wanted someone, anyone, to do nasty things to her. David was the first option, and should have been the only option.

"This wouldn't have happened if you would've just fucked me!"

He didn't want to take advantage of her, and besides, being drunk wasn't attractive. He needed to edit, his job comes first.

"I was busy! I didn't want the vlog to be late!"

He didn't want to stay up all night again. It was tiring. He wanted to upload before sunrise.

"The vlog is always late! Maybe if you would pay more attention to me I wouldn't feel the need to get wasted!"

She wanted attention and he refused to give it to her. He stayed in the living room editing until 6am. He had his headphones on, and didn't hear a thing. Natalie did.

"I should be able to trust you around my friends without worrying that you'll fuck them by accident!"

Everyone slowly trickled out of the podcast room, returning home one by one. David assumed Jeff had left with someone else. So when he went to bed, and Y/n wasn't in it, he was fine to leave her passed out somewhere else alone without even checking on her.

"Maybe if you would've came to check on me, even just one time, you could've forced me to go to sleep or sober up."

She and Jeff were naked, tangled beneath a Vlouge blanket. David's printed face smiled at them. They had both gotten what they needed before blacking out. When she woke up, the hangover was intense. Her head pounded as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The feeling of regret ached through her whole body.

"Why is it always my responisbility? Why is it always my fault?"

She woke Jeff up, forcing him to put clothes on before he fell back asleep. She went to the bathroom and cried.

"If you would show up to our relationship once and a while it wouldn't be your fault. It's like you're constantly running a marthon, but you never cross the finish line. You've fixed up a beautiful car and then you never drive it. The work was done, but you didn't show up, so I left."

She was up all morning, just sitting in the living room, staring at the blank screen of the TV. She watched Jeff leave without saying a word. She faked a smile as Natalie passed through the living room. She faked small talk as David sat next to her. She thought about how fucked up their relationship was. How he paid attention to her in the beginning, and built this beautiful relationship, but now its stagnant. It hasn't grown or moved in a while. She is always second in his mind, when really she should be first.

"Okay, then fucking leave."

She held back tears from her eyes as she realized she's been done with this relationship for a while. David didn't notice the how red and puffy her eyes were.

"I did, David. I've been fucking gone. You're just too far up your camera's ass to notice."

Natalie entered the room, sitting on the couch opposite the broken couple. "Can you two please try to stay in your bedroom next time? You kept waking me up with all of your moaning." Natalie waited for their cheeks to turn red and for them to say sorry. She quickly realized that something was wrong.

"You know I fucking love you, right?"

David turned his gaze to Y/n. This time he noticed the tears as they poured out of her eyes. His heart shattered, realizing what she'd done.

"No. You don't love me. Even if you did, how the fuck would I know?"

His voice cracked as he asked her who it was. "Jeff." She whispered.

"Why haven't you talked to me about this before? Why do I only find out about your feelings after you go and ruin everything?"

He got up and went to his room, leaving Natalie to watch her bawl her eyes out.

"David, I've tried to tell you! You never want to listen! I've tried to save this relationship countless times and you haven't even noticed anything was wrong with it!"

She got tired of crying. She was mad. David's door burst open and the argument started.

"I'm sorry."

[soldierallen]

Married 9

Summary: you're in love with Sebastian and you're one of his three best friends however he finds a women he loves and marries her.

Disclaimer: I have a Thanksgiving chapter that will be out a week after Thanksgiving YIKES I didn't time this right am sorry! Anyways heres the next chapter.

Warnings: none, probably some cursing, and arguing but that's usually what happens in this story, mentions of sex.

Part 8:

Three days, no phone call or text since the wedding from him Henry's been very supportive of the whole thing he said I look better and to be honest I feel better.. I wonder how sebastian's doing I think I should give him a call

"Stop I know what your thinking about" Henry said looking out the window eating food at my office this time, "what am I thinking about" she stabbed her food with a fork not really interested in eating lately, she did that often nothing filled the void nor food or sex nothing.

"You want to call him" he looked at his food and back at her and she stared at him from across the table "Henry" "no y/n! It's not your job!" He explained

"But if I want to pursue a relationship it should be-"

"Two sided?, well explain to me since the past three days has he called?" He threw a napkin onto the table waiting for her answer "no.."

"Texted?, a dm on Instagram? Maybe even a Facebook message?" She stayed silent "he never calls" he got up putting his hand on her shoulder "give up" he finally let the words out of his mouth, wanting to stay them for so long.

Give Up, give up the fight for a love that doesn't exist for a love that can't truly be fixed because it's one sided. She stood up "I know.." she had to stop feeling sorry for herself it's been years I think it's time to really give up for real this time, Henry was right and she knew he was it was just hard to actually stop everything and end it, a 14 year relationship down the drain..all because of a stupid wedding!

"I have to go, please don't call him"

She nodded her head knowing it was wrong knowing it needed to end once and for all.. he kissed her forehead "I'll see you tomorrow okay?" "Okay, uh text me when you get home so I know you're okay" he smiled with a small nod and went on his way, she saw Robert her boss about to knock on her door when she went to it opening it "Mr Downey how are you" she smiled, he gave her a nice smile back "hey were having a going away party for Martin, do you want to come? It's gonna be at my place" "I don't know I'm not feeling to well-" "y/n, please come" she felt bad to say no she just didn't feel like going she never felt like doing anything anymore.

She made an excuse, not really interested in going to a party she wasn't in the mood taking a nice wall home when she stumbled upon a bar... going in for a few drinks and a date possibly

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She unlocked her door with the spare key that everybody used checking her mail taking the few pieces that she had in there, carrying them up the stairs she opened, reading some and finally getting to her door someone was laying by her apartment door she looked carefully

"sebastian?" He was asleep? Was he here all night?.. he slightly opened his eyes she unlocked her door "unfuckingbeilevable" she twisted the door knob letting herself in, he always has to fuck it up? I had one good night with some guy and he had to be at my house that morning?

"Y/n what time is it?" He said with a yawn stretching his body coming into her house "it's 6am on a Wednesday, what the hell are you doing here?" she slammed her door shut she had nothing to say to him, she started stripping off her clothes "I know your mad-"

"Mad? Oh mad is an understatement!, I'm fucking furious" her blouse on the floor, her heels off she was left in a bra and a skirt she went into her bedroom sebastian watched from her door

"I know I'm sorry for everything for messing up your life for everything it's my fault and I know I didn't know you wanted me" he lied, he tried so hard to not lie to her but it just slipped out

"Just because you had a bad childhood doesn't mean you could act like a prick whenever you want, you hurt people seb and for some odd reason you always choose me" She took off her skirt changing into sweatpants and a t shirt, she wasn't done with the argument that she felt erupting in her stomach

"I spent my whole life waiting for you, maybe one day he'll break up with Maggie and see I'm the one who truly cares for him, maybe one day he'll break up Ally and want me maybe one day he'll leave his cheating fiancé for me, Robbie amell had to stop the wedding and not the man who claimed he wanted me"

she left her bedroom facing him for the first time in a few minutes he was in her living room sitting on the couch his hands folded together his head down, once she walked into the room his head shot up

"If he didn't make his big fucking entrance I was doing it, I was going go take you by the hand and fucking leave y/n do you know how much it killed me?" He said pointing to himself "to see you leave with Henry that night when I knew I was suppose to leave with you that night I've never been so jealous of Henry in my whole life that he got to take you home"

"You should be jealous of Henry he's been there for me, and you aren't you never are and you know what -" he cut me off

"I love you I love you so fucking much that i spent years watching shit boyfriends break your heart and the next day I wanted to beat the shit out of them for breaking your heart, making you feel unimportant you've always meant the most to me don't you even think for a minute I stopped caring I never did and I never will you're a part of me y/n." His voice was loud at first and than became so soft, she loved him, however she couldn't take hurting anymore and take Henry's words 'Give up'

She folded her arms over each other on her chest looking across at him he was farther away he kept walking one step closer trying to reach her

"I love you, how many times am I going to say it I've never loved any other women the way I love you the connection is so core deep I feel it I feel the electricity running through my veins just hearing you speak, give me one more shot we need this one time" he grabbed her hand putting it on his heart "I want you"

"i think i should let us go for real this time, take these pictures down throw away the vase give you back your shit and take you out of my life, all you've ever done to me was make me feel I was never good enough like I never had a place in your life, yeah I never felt left out of your life but there was never a place for me in the beginning"

"I'm not leaving until we fix this I don't want to fight with you I want to resolve this" he said he was calmer than before, she let out a shaky breath not even knowing what to say what's gonna fix this? Absolutely nothing.

There was a knock on the door, she looked at sebastian and he nodded at her to open the door

"You never called me last night when I texted you I got worried" Henry said, his deamour turned as soon as he saw sebastian, he got a protective look on his face and a stare that meant what is he doing here, kinda like a "did you call?" And she nodded no

"I'll tell you everything later." She tried to calm down however she was getting more nervous having both men in the same room with each other when Henry was angry at sebastian for ghosting her

"No he needs to go" Henry walked Into the house "I came to apolgize what are you two fucking behind my back" sebastian said it startled the both of them

"guys please don't do this" she tried to be calm and then that's when the two started bickering she tried to make them both stop and they wouldn't what would throw them off?

"IM PREGNANT" both men stopped and looked at her with wide eyes "I'm not pregnant but you both need to fucking stop arguing I'm tired of arguing" she said

"We're gonna act like adults and settle this" she went into her kitchen and pulled out a quarter in her cookie jar, she never put cookies in it only change and buttons? Why did she have so many buttons.

"Alright heads or tails" she said

"Tails" sebastian said

"Yeah because you're a rat" Henry said

"Henry" she said in a voice that only a mother would use

"Okay" he backed off, she flipped the coin and it landed on heads

"Henry make your argument no interruptions." She sat down on her couch right next to sebastian ready to listen to Henry's argument.

"You've used us, played us, and haven't supported any of us in the things were doing." Henry said, he nodded

"You know y/n's getting really close to being chief executive?, you know Anthony's daugther is the best player on her team? did you know that Chris and jennie are planning to have kids soon? Not after the wedding but right now as we speak" Henry was trying to calm his self to actually say everything he's wanted to say since months

"You're not in our lives anymore and you expect everyone to forgive you because we "know" you? I can't do it anymore, sebastian I'm a 25 year old man that can't handle bullshit excuses anymore" he air quoted "know" because well we don't know him anymore, the person we knew left? He isn't himself he knows and hes trying to fix it sebastian let a breath to say something when Henry stopped him with a hand "I waited for months, for an apology from you for the shit you put me through the invitations and the writing speeches and and just everything.. I got a phone call that night from you asking if you should apologize to y/n" she knew, she knew everything Henry was going to say he was right.

"Didn't you know in your right God damn mind that she was the FIRST person you should've called to apolgize to, and you didn't you asked ME didn't apolgize to me but asked me if you should apologize?" Henry was getting angry "Henry" she put a warm comforting hand on his bicep

"I have so much to say and I'm just so in my head" he sat down on the couch opposite of them and y/n went over to him she put her head on his shoulder "it's okay" she rubbed his arm "say it with love in your voice and not anger, you love him I do to" she said in a low voice

"I know what I did I don't expect anyone to forgive me I'm trying" Sebastian tried to sympathize looking at the both of them "make your argument" y/n said, Henry was getting super stressed out laying back and looking towards sebastian "don't lie or make any shit excuses I'll know" Henry said he took his hand and rubbed his forehead ready to hear sebastian.

"You're an asshole did I lie there?" Sebastian said Henry threw a pillow at him forcefully "start talking dickhead" sebastian's reflexes moving fast enough for him not to get hit and he smiled, he sild the silver ring off his right hand holding it in their eye view "if you never gave me this ring I don't think I would of ever realized how much you all mean to me, Henry specifically without you I wouldn't of gotten through this year without all of you including Chris and Anthony who aren't here on a Wednesday at 7am in y/n's apartment" he shallowed thickly watching the two people he cared about stare at him in depth having all ears & eyes on him.

"Henry I'm sorry I am, i promise to be in everyone's lives again and fix all of our relationships it may take months maybe even years but I'll try my best, i'll really try for all four of you" he sild the ring back on his finger "I want you both to forgive it will take time I know I just need reassurance that you both will forgive me one day" here it was sebastian. Finally got to core of all of our problems

Apologizes.

I don't think anyone ever understands what it takes to apolgize to someone you love, time out of your day to apolgize to the people who love you & support you all the time it takes courage because you know you were the wrong one the one who started it the one who made these situations he knows and hes genuinely sorry I don't think the two could ask for more from him

"We'll think about it" Henry said as a joke still holding onto y/n's thigh, sebastian wasn't too fond of that he shallowed thickly joining in conversation with the two but he just couldn't keep his eyes off Henry's movements with her she was this person Henry had to touch and protect it felt so different for him because Henry was never this close with y/n before, it was a lot of flirting & playing around Henry always had girlfriends and this is the longest Henry's been single for a while....is he falling for her two? His brain starting a wildfire in his mind.

An hour passed of talking together, sebastian went home leaving Henry and y/n alone, sebastian didn't even know how to feel hes trying to mend his relationships with everyone but he thinks he's now losing his chance with y/n because of Henry he asked once and he didn't get an answer, he wasn't going to ask a second time, life was weighing on him once again maybe it's over for real this time he felt it he kind of knew it to.

"What am I gonna do" she looked at the television from across her home, Henry laid his head in her lap her hands mindlessly touching his hair, he loved the feeling "Thanksgiving is coming, is he the person you want to take?"

Her mind leaving her no choice but to not answer.

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[alj4890]

Chapter 35 Reunited

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella. 

Masterlist The Other Friend TRR

Chapter 35 summary: Drake, Maxwell, and Riley go to see Savannah. Amanda is giving interviews with Thomas in the Four Seasons George V hotel in Paris.

Chapter 35

Amanda groaned when her alarm clock went off at 6am. She started to get up when Maxwell pulled her back down. "You know you would rather stay here with me," he mumbled against her neck.

She groaned again. "You have no idea how badly I want to. I promised Thomas and I have to go to some of those meetings with Liam."

She swung her legs over the bed and was yanked back. "Maxwell!"

He grinned. "15 more minutes. Then I will atrempt to let you get up." Amanda laughed and got back under the covers.

An hour later she was on her way to the Four Seasons. Thomas was waiting in the lobby for her. A small smile appeared when he saw her. He gave her a quick hug. "Excellent. I have printed out an itinerary for the next few days. If I need to change some times for your courtly duties, then do not hesitate to let me know."

Amanda looked at the list and felt her heart sink. Both day and night had interviews scheduled. This along with her other obligations meant that she would not have much time with Maxwell in Paris. So much for romance.

Thomas studied her face. "Something's wrong. You aren't pleased with the schedule."

"No. It's fine. I understand we need do do this. I noticed I won't have a lot of free time this week. I was hoping to take advantage of the City of Love with my husband. That's all."

Thomas stood there a moment. "Ah. Well, we will see if we can move things around. We will come up with some idea. Now, come with me. We have the first interview in my suite."

Drake, Maxwell, and Riley were standing outside of Savannah's apartment close to noon. Drake hesistated knocking.

"What if she is mad I'm here? If she wanted to talk to me, then she would have contacted me sooner, right?"

"Drake, from what you have shared about Savannah, I don't believe she will be angry. I think she must have had a reason for the silence." Riley waited to see if he would knock. When he did not move, she decided to take action.

Riley moved in front of him and knocked. Drake and Maxwell stood nervously behind her.

Savannah opened the door. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Drake. "Oh my...Drake? Drake!!!" She wrapped him in a hug, tears falling down her face. "I've missed you so much!"

Drake held on to her, overwhelmed with seeing her again. He had finally found her. "Savannah. You have no idea how much I have missed you. I--" A cry interrupted him.

"Hold on sweetie!" Savannah pulled on Drake's hand and grabbed Maxwell's. "Please, come in. All of you." She ran into the bedroom. Riley, Drake, and Maxwell stood in the small living room.

When Savannah came out with a small bundle in her arms, introductions were made. She smiled a timid smile at them. "I think it is time to tell you what happened."

Drake shook his head. "You don't have to. We found out through Bastien's investigation what basically happened. I just wish you had told me. I would have helped you."

Savannah's eyes were filled with remorse. I'm so sorry. Bertrand told me that this...that getting pregnant was my fault. He told me I would ruin your life in Cordonia if I told you. I didn't want you punished for my actions. Everyday, I would pick up the phone to call you, but I knew if I did, you would leave for me. I could not let you be ostracized because of me."

Drake was so angry. Bertrand had so much to answer for. He wanted to beat him into the ground. He looked over at Maxwell. He had his eyes on the baby, sadness etched in the tense lines of his face. Maxwell turned to Savannah. "I wish you would have told us. There is no way I would have let you believe my brother's words."

Savannah glanced down at the baby. "Maxwell, your brother is a duke. His words carry more weight. I...had to do what I could to protect those I love."

"Liam would have helped you." Riley said.

Savannah shook her head, "I did not want the infamy of causing a court scandal. I know I made a decision that hurt everyone. I did not see a way of not causing hurt to someone. I had to protect this innocent one. I had to protect you, Drake. You spent your life looking out for me. I wanted to do the same for you."

Drake sighed. "Savannah you are the only family I have left, well other than this little guy. We could have found a way. We still can find a way."

Savannah gently rocked the baby. "What do you mean?"

Maxwell sat forward. "We want you to come back to Cordonia. Bertrand is not the only Beaumont who's a duke now. Since I married Amanda, we have both power and influence. You have the King and Queen of Cordonia on your side also. Bertrand would be a bigger fool than he already is to try and defy all of us."

Drake nodded. "You also have Olivia's backing. So that's another powerful noble. Everyone loved you, Vanna. Many of the nobles will support you. Bertrand's actions recently have pissed a lot of them off. I don't think there will be many who would stand with him."

Riley nodded. "They are right. Please think of returning. We all want to be there for you and little Bartie. You will always be welcomed at court and I dare anyone to say differently!"

Drake chuckled. "As you can tell, Riley has a bit of a temper when she thinks someone is being bullied."

Savannah sat there thinking of everything. "I need some time to think about my decision. I want to believe you. I need to think about if I'm ready to face Bertrand and if he should be a part of Bartie's life."

Maxwell swallowed and looked at his little nephew. "Do you...do you want me to stay out of his life until you decide?"

Savannah reached for his hand. "Not at all! I expect you and Drake to fight over who is going to be the favorite uncle. Maxwell, you are nothing like your brother. You are a man I would want my son to be like, minus some of the crazy shenanigans."

He grinned. "Do I get to hold him?" Savannah placed him in Maxwell's arms. Riley snapped a picture with her phone. After a few moments Drake held him. His heart swelled when he saw that Bartie had the Walker chocolate brown eyes. "Vanna, he is perfect." Riley snapped another picture, catching him off guard.

Savannah smiled with pride. "He is the best thing to ever happen to me." They sat and visited for another hour. Drake made plans to come back the next day. Maxwell promised to find time to come back and hopefully bring Amanda with him. Riley hugged her goodbye, making her promise to call her if she needed anything.

On their way back to the train, Drake was relieved and excited. "Do you think she will come back home?"

Riley smiled, "I believe there is a very good chance."

"Thanks for going with us, Riley." Drake said.

"Anytime gentlemen, anytime. You both have been there for me. It's what friends do."

Maxwell's phone vibrated with a message. It was from an unknown number. When he opened it, he was shocked. There were pictures of Amanda. Some of them were from her time in California, a few months ago. Some had been snapped today. The ones in California were of her and Matt Rodriguez. It was the pictures of them on the beach, kissing. This was what Drake had been talking about during truth or dare. These pictures were more in focus.

He could see her bathing suit clearly and Matt wrapped around her. He could make out the towel's color and pattern they were laying on. There was a question written on the picture. "Was this the only time?" The pictures taken today showed her and Matt sitting at a table on a balcony with Thomas, Ryan, and some other Hollywood people.

The closeup of her and Matt showed them looking at each other. He was leaning toward her smiling and she was laughing. There was another question written on it. "Was this planned or an accident?" At the end of the message, it showed a copy of a hotel reservation. Amanda had booked the Royal Suite at the Four Seasons for the week. One more question for him was attached. "What does she need a hotel suite for?"

Maxwell swallowed hard. His hand gripped his phone. It was hard enough knowing she had been kissed by both Matt and Ryan while in California, but to actually see it was worse than he thought. They had not been together during that kiss, but it still felt like a punch in the gut. Questions were swirling through his mind. What was Matt doing in Paris? He was not a part of Thomas Hunt's movie. Why did she book a suite? Why did she not tell him about the suite?

"Maxwell? Are you okay?"

He looked up at Riley and Drake. "I'm fine."

Their limo pulled up to the train. Riley smiled at the two of them. "Don't forget about tonight's ball. It will be at the Four Seasons. We will have such beautiful views of the Eiffel Tower and the Arc De Triomphe. I can't wait!"

"Did you plan this?" Drake asked her.

"No, Madeleine did. She wanted to since her house did not host the court during the social season. I know I am supposed to meet her mother this evening too. Hopefully that will go smoothly." With a wave Riley left to get ready.

Maxwell was looking at the pictures again. Drake glanced over at his phone. His eyes widened. "Maxwell? Where did you get those."

He shrugged. "It is from an unknown number."

Drake looked at the last one. "Was that taken today?" Maxwell nodded. Drake looked panicked. "Someone's following Amanda!"

Maxwell's head jerked up. He had not thought of that. Guilt hit him hard. That should have been his first thought, instead of jealousy. "Why would anyone follow her?"

Drake looked at him. "Probably the same reason why anyone would send those pictures of her to you: To cause trouble." He scrolled through all the images and stopped at the hotel receipt. "Did you know she was getting a room there?"

"No."

Drake studied him a minute. "You don't actually believe she is cheating on you with Matt or any of these movie guys?"

Maxwell shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I don't think she is cheating. I guess sometimes it's hard to believe she did not choose one of them."

Drake put a hand on his shoulder. "She chose you out of everyone. She's been in love with you for years. Don't let whoever sent this win. Don't doubt her."

Maxwell nodded. His phone beeped with another message. He reluctantly opened it up. It was from Amanda.

"I'm running behind. I have another interview to do. I will meet you at the ball. Oh and I have a surprise for you! 💋💓U!"

Drake read it over his shoulder. "See, the suite has to be the surprise. You need to tell her that someone is following her when you see her. Text her back that you can't wait or what ever you would normally."

Maxwell sighed and went to get ready. He did not know what was going on. Why would someone want to cause doubt in their marriage? What could they possibly gain? Who was doing this?

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[anonymous-tash-02]

Hello, it's me again, it's been awhile since I was here, it's because it feels like alot is going on in my life but from a different perspective it's doesn't look like it since it just looks like I'm just working at a clothing store from 6am to whatever time they let us leave then I go home and lay in bed until my older sister gets back from work and sometimes I get out of bed if she stays in the living room doing whatever or she wants to go somewhere and invites me to go with her, but most of the time I stay in bed until I have to wake up for work again. It's just a repeating thing everyday. But from my perspective when I'm at work or at home, I'm constantly in my head telling myself that I'm only staying alive because I have to work to help my older sister because she's struggling with her bills, and I'll feel bad knowing that I could kill myself and leave her struggling and stressed out. Which I don't want, I want to be able to know that she is able to pay her bills and be a bit stress free, before I can leave. But I don't want to die in this apartment and have her stressed out because she found my body, I don't want anyone to feel that way, so I guess I have to wait until she is fine, and I have my own place where I'm by myself, because that way I won't worry about anyone else. I always told myself that I need to stay because I don't want those who care about me to be mad or upset when I die, but I lost that feeling now. The only thing that I'm living for is my goal of helping my older sister, no matter how I'm being treated at work or how badly I just want to give up. But I might have a chance to get my old job back which pays more and I know what my schedule is and what time I leave, which I feel like would be a bit better because of the pay. Because I feel like everyone wants money from me or want me to pay for something they want even though they know that I'm struggling just trying to even get by or make it to the next day/paycheck, but my struggles doesn't matter to anyone else as long as I can buy or pay for something they want or "need". And I feel bad because this month I spent over my spending money and I secretly used money from my emergency money to pay for my sister in law and me to get coffee. Which ever since I met her I've always bought her something she wanted because I at first thought maybe she would pay me back, but that wasn't the cause. But I understand that not everyone is willing to pay someone back for something they asked that persone to get for them. Not everyone grew up poor, some people grew up not having to worry about trying to survive, because they were given everything they wanted so they don't know how to be fair to others. Or act their age.