#in one sitting is making my fucking day at 6am on a thursday

[eoieopda]

@gratatata-shalala omg another deep cut — how the hell is this almost two years old now? 😵‍💫 i’m so glad you liked this!! cutie pie, agent of chaos yoongi was so fun to write. tysm for reading 💕

Hi can I request a Yoongi x reader where she’s naturally very sweet and shy and she hides her face in his chest. Thank you, I love your work ☺️💜

i wasn’t sure which path to take here, so buckle up - we’re going on a journey! 😂 ft. smug yoongi, king of teasing

Yoongi’s favorite color was whatever shade of pink your cheeks turned when you blushed. Cherry blossoms mixed with bashfulness, nestled in your soft skin and underscored with a tiny whine. Coincidentally, that was his favorite sound. Well, one of them; tied for first was his name in your voice, whenever and however you said it.

He’d recently discovered a new way to pull all three out of you at once. All it took was a densely crowded place, and four short words.

Walking through Hannam-dong, your fingers were laced with his; warm despite the unrelenting chill in the air. Your eyes were focused on bright orange leaves getting lost in the wind, twirling and spinning, miraculously avoiding the ground. And, all the while, you were smiling - though he suspected you didn’t realize it.

Perfect, he smirked to himself.

So completely disarmed, you didn’t see it when he dropped to one knee. You just kept walking, observing. Only after his stagnant arm tugged you slightly backwards did you notice his absence from your side. You spun around and gasped when you finally saw him there. Immediately, he saw hints of it - that perfect flush - tickling at the apples of your cheeks.

Check.

A crowd was pooling around you both as your shocked mouth froze open. The older passersby were put off by his brashly modern gesture, but those closer in age were audibly giddy with anticipation.

“Will you marry me?” He beamed up at you under cartoonish, batted lashes. Waiting, waiting -

“Yoongi!”

Checkmate.

A triple whammy: his name elongated by your musical little whine, and then your left hand gripping the collar of his coat. You exerted no effort in hoisting him to his feet; he was an obedient follower, always. As soon as he was upright again, your face was buried into the cable knit sweater you’d picked out for him. So cute, so impossibly shy.

He could feel the heat of your embarrassment through the fabric, just like you could feel his self-satisfied laughter shaking down from his shoulders. Not for nothing, both of you could feel the confused stares from the audience you’d attracted. They could wait all day, and they’d still never hear your answer to his question -

“How many times are you going to do this to me?” You groaned, nestling further into his chest. Every word was muffled, but he knew exactly what you’d say whether he heard it or not.

- because none of them were present the first time he asked, two months ago. Or the countless times he’d asked since. At Lotte World, the Leeum, Hakdong Park…

He kissed the top of your head, then rested his chin gently over that same spot, “Can’t say for certain,” he teased with a smirk, “But the terms of this contract mean you have to stick around to find out.”

[wttt-dirus-work]

Caliyork bonus ^^

Got a long day, had my exam in philosophy (write 900 words in 3 hours, from 3pm to 6pm, was up at 6am to prepare for my first class at 8am) and got a project to finish tomorrow for thursday, but i just got this need to write...

I watched Queen Charlotte on Netflix this week-end, and fell in love with the soundtrack, so here some little caliyork ficlet i just got random inspiration for

(I was listening to this masterpiece of the soundtrack, "Thank you" from Kris Bower for Queen Charlotte's ending, if you wanna listen to it while reading, sorry for any mistakes^^)

I'll probably post it on AO3 tomorrow :]

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California was rambling, probably about some random fact he found out that week, but New York didn't get what it was, too lost in his thoughs.

His bleached hair was moving smoothly, hand waving around as Virginia listened to him. The crinkle on his nose when he was annoyed by something, his soft smile adorning his lips when Virgina was replying to him without anger or boredom, his dimples when his smile got bigger and showed white teeth, golden eyes twikling with excitement when the southern state showed his something he didn't know before.

It was the same glint he got when he convinced York to prank Texas, when they switched the texan's favourite boots with feminine ones, too tights for the Cowboy.

The same small smile when New York helped him last night, as the wildfire were too much. The empire state could see the bandage under California's flannel, an aloe smell following the golden state despite himself.

The same crinkle he got when he annoyed York just for fun.

"Yer a lost cause."

He turned his head toward Jersey, his fellow state having a disgusted look on his face.

"Yer worst than Maine and Alaska making hearth eyes at each other."

"Fuck off, I'm not that bad"

Both of them turned to look at the pine state, sitting on Alaska lap, loving look in his eyes.

"Okay, maybe not that bad" mumbled Jersey. "Still, go fucking kiss him; yer gonna make us sick by looking at him like that."

"Fuck you, and fuck off."

New Jersey shot him an annoyed look before joining Connie and PA at the buffet.

York glared at him, almost jumping when he felt an incredibly warm hand on his shoulder.

"You're okay?"

He turned to look at him, worried golden eyes fixed on him, still warm, always twinkling when he was happy.

He made him happy.

Fuck, he knew his face was flushing.

"Babe?"

"Don't worry 'bout it B," he finally regained control of his tongue. "Come on, yer must be hungry. If yer don't like anything, just tell me, we always can go get yous something else."

California's smile made him melt in the inside.

Fuck.

Jersey was right, realized New York when, later, Californie stole from his plate under the agapes looks of his fellow Northeast states.

He was fucking smitten.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[bishiglomper]

We went to the bar~

This morning I made myself get up at 12 even though I'd only gotten like 3 hours of sleep. Because I heard people about.

But then I found out sissy and them were going back out so I'm like, oh, fuck it then. I'm getting more sleep.

Which mom got offended over, because it sounded like I didn't care whether she was still there. I was too tired to dispute her. I did amend with "unless you wanna do something (like tv)" but she said no. I would have come sat on her bed for a visit after sissy announced they were leaving but then mom went out for a smoke and I wasn't waiting around.

I got 2 more hours and got up when I heard them sharing with mom again. I sat on her bed and asked if she wanted to go to the bar thing. I somehow ended up needing to say "I enjoy your company, mommy. Yes mommy, I do." Because she knew Brian was gonna take me. I had to clarify he offered himself, I didn't go behind her back like "you take me instead"

Oh yeah. This morning he had a panic attack so he ended up in my bed at 6am and I told him I was going today. So he looked it up and offerred to take me. I was surprised. Pleased tho.

He would be good company. He's shy and introverted too but he also knows how to shoot the shit so.... yeah. He used to have his own (inherited) barber shop.

But mom was so put out. So I kept reiterating how she had first dibs.

We got there. A nice patron at the above bar directed to the "the cellar door" where the bar we were headed to was.

Tiny stairs in the corner. Little okd fashioned lamp and ivy at the door. Bombarded with an incense-y smell when you go in. Sage, maybe? It was nice. Not smokey. It looks classy. There's brick and vine decor. Besides the music it could have been a speakeasy.

Literally only 3 people were there excluding us and the bartender.

I sat next to the peoples at the bartop. I was pretty sure one was the admin to the LGBT group, my ex- DM but I wasn't super sure.

I ordered an espresso martini. It was supposed to.be $11. But bartender only took 10 so I tipped him the extra buck. Then found out my drink was supposedto come with a cookie, so maybe that was why lol.

It came in a little teacup! It was so yummy. Coffee stuff is hit or miss with me so I was happy. Drank that sucker down.

Mom wasn't getting a drink and she's quiet too. I eventually asked if she wanted to move to this fancy little couch they had up on the little stage in the corner. She jumped up like yes pls.

Where we continued to sit in silence.

It took me away from people and we didn't have anything to chat about. Music was nice, alt rock stuff. But after 20 minutes I'm like falling asleep so I said we could go.

DM at the bar waved goodbye at me

Like dude. I stared at you long enough to at least acknowledge me, even after the person between us left, you couldn't work with me then?? (´∇｀;)ﾉ I wasn't sure it was him! But he wouldn't make eye contact! Otherwise I would waved like "Hey, you" oof. Would have had stuff to talk about.

But whatever.

I told bro he could take me next week.

The FB event said it was this Thursday, then it amended to next week instead, THEN it said EVERY Thursday. So that works for me

Hell, if it's that quiet every Thursday I wouldn't mind going by myself. I can manage 3-10 people in the whole bar lol

I'm gonna have to learn some cocktail recipes because i don't know any and they only had like a menu of the day sort of thing. I only know my favorite drink, a pineapple upside down cake. 👀

Maybe I can even get my sissy to go with me sometime

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

so while i was driving to work the other day, i was thinking about how catching the bus or other public transport in general, is like, kind of antisocial in a way…. or was at least for me. like when i started my job earlier this year in march, i was getting to work early (good) because people were there…. but when it came to the afternoon, at around 4:15pm i had to start rushing to pack my bag and getting my shit together, to run off for the bus by 4:25pm or 4:30pm by the latest…. even though my bus didn’t come until around 4:45-4:50pm. it’s mainly all bc i liked leaving extra early to make sure i could wait at the traffic lights and also bc i was paranoid that i’d miss the bus if it just somehow decided to be extra early, somehow.

but although i did kind of relish getting to leave a whole 40mins earlier than everyone else, it still kinda made it hard to settle in and stuff…. bc i missed the end of the day group home walk to the parking and stuff. all bc if i missed the 4:45-4:50pm bus, there wasn’t another bus for an entire hour; since there’s only one (1) bus that actually goes through my neighbourhood regularly (the other bus that goes through my neighbourhood only goes through my NH at really random times like 6am or 11pm. like thanks. that’s so fucking helpful)… while every other bus just stops on the highway which creates at least a 40mins walk from my house each way.

and it was the same with uni. the whole reason i didn’t bother with extra curriculars, was bc i was stuck on the bus for 1hr 20mins or an hour & a half (depending on traffic etc) and it was just too taxing to bother with extra curriculars and clubs and shit for “development” and “your resume”. i just wanted to get the earliest bus home and fuck off. bc i hated the idea of getting a late bus back.

like yes. i get that so many people will say “but all the opportunities you missed at uni bc you just wouldn’t extend your bus travel past 4pm”. but bro. the streets in my neighbourhood are poorly lit. i hate walking home in the dark. and i’m aware of the opps i missed. i missed an internship back in 2014 for business college, that was at my local uni’s “innovation campus” (it’s just digital media etc labs/studios and “startup funding” facilities) for a cancer charity. but since it was 1hr 20min/an hour and a half by bus; they just didn’t bother giving me the position (bc yeah it was unpaid, obvs). i didn’t apply for many part time/casual jobs in retail bc they’re unpredictable shifts and also finish late some nights (10pm on thursdays for example for late night shopping); all bc i didn’t feel safe walking home in the dark etc.

like also there’s always the threat of running into my high school creeper/stalker on the bus like i did in 2015 or 2016 (i’ve forgotten now) on the way home from uni…. and having to sit through the entire 50min bus home all bc i wanted and basically had to get off at the stop behind my house. i didn’t feel safe walking home in some pitch black streets (since it was late winter so still dark at 6pm) through the next suburbs over and near me too.

i also couldn’t pick jobs that weren’t close and accessible to the bus route. i was so lucky that my job rn is on the main bus route.

just yeah. in a way, when you’re using and/or relying on public transport, it’s kind of antisocial bc of the lack of accessibility of stopping places (for example the bus stop i was using FINALLY got proper signage right after i stopped catching the bus bc i bought my car…. like the entire time i was catching the bus to work half of the bus drivers didn’t believe my stop was an ACTUAL stop bc one side didn’t have a sign (but it did have some paint)) . and the fact that you might have to leave work early to catch the bus (like me) means when you start a new job, it’s harder to settle in, in a sense bc you miss the end of the day walk to the parking.

[moongoddessmox]

Saturday I told my roommate the landlord is coming to do a pest spray and the only thing he needs to clean is the downstairs bathroom (because that's the only one he uses and it's gross). I had already cleaned downstairs on Thursday, all that was left was the bathroom.

Sunday morning after work, I cleaned the entire upstairs. I bought a 32 gallon trash can and filled 3 bags...swept, mopped, vacuumed, cleared surfaces, cleaned toilets and tub. All that was left was the downstairs bathroom.

Monday morning after work, I moved furniture upstairs to make room downstairs for them to spray. All that was left was the downstairs bathroom.

I left for work tonight, "hey by the way, he's coming in the morning and your bathroom is still dirty". I come back on break and it's still dirty...not even the sink was cleaned.

I worked 11 days in a row (instead of 5), cleaned the whole downstairs on my day off, went back to work for two days, cleaned the entire upstairs after work, moved furniture after work the next day. And in that time, he who sleeps at work until the last hour, couldn't clean a half bathroom?

For context: I work as a stocker, I'm lifting heavy boxes, pulling pallets, and am on my feet my entire shift. I am sore. My roommate works in the residence of mentally and physically disabled adults. I worked that job too, except his house is super chill. His entire shift, literally, is him sitting on the couch watching TV or sleeping until 6am, when he sits at the table and puts their medications into a cup for them to take. He has one hour of activity and it's just popping meds. He never seens one of the clients, and he doesn't get ANY bad behaviors at that house. I literally can't think of a single time in the 3 years he's been working there that there has ever been an incident or stress at that house.

His job is great! I'm glad he gets to have a super chill job, I miss it sometimes (except my clients were fucking hectic). My only issue is that he does nothing at work (good) but then does nothing at home (bad).

Now I'm gonna have to clean the bathroom.

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Treasures of a Stark - AUgust Day 16

Title: The Treasures of a Stark

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Brief mention of background characters’ racism

Pairings: Sam/Bucky, Rhodey/Tony

Link: Read on AO3

Summary: Sam and Bucky are famous Youtube treasure hunters. When searching for treasure that may have part of insurance fraud, they don't expect the grandson of the accused to help out.

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“So, this time, we’re searching for the insurance fraud dump of Montgomery Stark.” Sam Wilson looks right at the camera. “Rumor is, about fifty years ago, Mr. Stark reported more than half of his heirlooms and precious jewels stolen, racking up millions in insurance money. No one ever knows because he died two months after he collected the money, but there are rumors that the man ‘stole’ the things and buried them somewhere off his property. We’re going to see if we can find it. Montgomery Stark was outlived by his son Howard Stark, who died about fifteen years go. Now, the face of the operation is his son, Tony Stark.” “But if we do find it, we’re not giving it to the insurance company because fuck them.” Bucky adds. “Also fuck Tony Stark, the asshole.” Sam motions to cut, and the camera turns off.

Anyone who watches their show knows that Bucky has a dislike for insurance companies. They have screwed him over too many times. He’s highly distrusting of any high power and is more likely to punch first and ask questions later when feeling threatened. But when it comes to doing things for the thrill or exploring anything haunted, he’s the first one to advocate for it.

 Sam, on the other hand, is a little more reasonable. He doesn’t exactly like people in power either, but he isn’t actively hating them. What he actively hates is horror, but he lets Bucky drag him into hunts for haunted treasure. He’s not sure why. Steve is. “Bucky, wasn’t Tony Stark the one who designed that awesome prosthetic?”

 “Yeah, but he’s a billionaire. Fuck him.”

 Sam shakes his head. “Ok, well, you can do that, but I’m going to research this a little more.” He gets up and doesn’t notice Bucky’s face behind him. Pulling out maps and the case files, Sam tries to figure out where the late Mr. Stark could have hidden his stash. Bucky sits at the table a few minutes later.

 “What do you want me to do?” He asks.

 Sam hands him the printed statements from everyone the police had interviewed while the case was open. “Here, read through these. See if anything looks useful.”

 Bucky gets to work, and Sam plots different coordinates into his maps. He’s not finding anything anywhere until Bucky slides over a paper that has the statement of Montgomery Stark’s housekeeper, a Madeline Foster. They first ask her if she was there the night of the robbery. She advised that no, she was not, as she starts work and 6am and leaves at 7pm each day. The robbery took place around 9pm. After clearing herself after a few more questions, they begin to interview her with the view of Montgomery Stark committing insurance fraud. She told them that she doubts he did because “Mr. Stark runs on a schedule that he hasn’t broken for the last fifty years.” Ms. Foster goes on to give the police Montgomery’s full schedule.

 “We can work with this. See where these places are. I wonder if any of these places has anywhere that he could have hidden it.” Sam grins.

 They both work on the case for a good five hours before they both call it a day. “We’ll get back to it tomorrow.” Bucky stretches. “Hey, Steve texted me, asking if I wanted to grab dinner. Wanna come?”

 “I don’t want to third-wheel if Steve wants it to be you two.” Sam isn’t sure why Bucky does this. Does he not want to be in a relationship with Steve, but he doesn’t know how to break up with him?

 Bucky’s eyes widen. “Sam, Steve and I, we’re like brothers. There is, never was, and never will be any romantic love between us. Only platonic and familial. Now, come on. I can even buy you dinner if that’s what you’re worried about.”

 “I can pay for my own.” Sam shoves him. “I’m not going to be your sugar baby.”

They meet Steve at their favorite local restaurant. He asks them about their newest project. When they tell him, he warns them, “The Starks can be pretty private. I knew Howard Stark before he died, and he was nice enough, but I didn’t really know anything about him.”

 Bucky swears. “It figures. If they hear anything about it, they’ll shut us down. Can’t stand to let us find out hidden family secrets.”

 “We’re not that big. I’m sure they won’t hear about it.” Sam tries to reassure them.

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Sam and Bucky try to find clues to help them figure out where Montgomery Stark might have hidden his treasure. After two weeks of no progress, they are wondering if they should just give up. They hear their secretary say something in a loud voice, and another voice answers her. “What’s going on out there?” Bucky wonders.

 “Sir, you can’t just walk back there! You need to book an appointment!” Darcy is getting closer.

 The other voice replies. “Relax. I just want to talk to them. I’m not going to hurt them. This door?” The door opens… and Tony Stark walks through.

 “Fuck.” Bucky mumbles. “Guess Steve was right.”

 Stark looks at them, then holds out his hand. “Hello, Mr. Wilson & Mr. Barnes, I presume? I’m Tony Stark, and I’m here to talk to you.”

 “Sam Wilson, sir. Nice to meet you.” Sam shakes it. “This is my colleague, Bucky Barnes.”

 “Ah, the first Stark Prosthetic. Does it meet your needs and expectations?”

 Surprised that Tony Stark would remember a name, Bucky stumbles over his words. “Y-yeah it works…. Um… pretty good, I I guess.”

 “Pretty good is not good enough. If we have time today (and you’d like), I would take a look at it for you. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I heard wind that you were looking into Grampa Monty’s treasure.”

 “Do you have a problem with that?” Bucky challenges.

 Stark shakes his head. “No, I want to help you. The truth is, I fully believe that my grandfather committed insurance fraud. Which is kind of a dick move because 1.) my grandmother was so disturbed by the whole ordeal; she spent the rest of her life in bed. Not that he knew, I guess, because he died a few months after the robbery. Bad karma is my guess. Also, 2.) much of that stuff was my mother’s jewels from her family. He had no right to collect insurance on any of that, but he did. Now, I would like my mother’s belongings. I’m not sure how it works, but if I have to pay the insurance companies back, I will. If you have any clues, I will help you out in any way that I can.”

 “Are you ok with being videoed for the episode?” Sam asks. “We will have to get our lawyers to draw up a form for you to sign.”

 “Of course. I don’t want to be a bother. Take your time. Here’s my card. Please, give me a call when you can, and I will come down as soon as possible. Thank you for you time.” Stark nods and walks out the door. They can hear him thanking Darcy as he leaves.

  She comes in a few minutes later. “I’m sorry guys. He just wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

 “It’s ok Darcy. There was nothing you could do about it.” Bucky smiles at her. “Thanks for trying.”

 “I like what you do, and you guys pay me well.” She winks.

 When Darcy goes back to her desk, Bucky turns to Sam. “What do you think?”

 “I mean, he seems like he’s eager to help us.” Sam nods. “He can probably get us into different high-end things that we could not on our own. Want to call Matt and Foggy?”

 “Yes. I think they might have some good insight.”

 Sam calls their lawyers, Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson, explaining the situation. They advise to make a strict NDA for Tony to sign. If he’s ok with it or only requests small changes (to be okayed by them), they would advise to go forward with Stark’s help. An NDA is drawn up and forwarded to Stark. He arrives the next day with it and another man in hand.

 “Everything looks good. It is signed and noted. Shall we start?” He questions.

 “Tones.” The other guy gives him a look.

 Smacking his forehead, Stark looks embarrassed. “Fuck. I forgot. Gentlemen, this is my boyfriend, Colonel James Rhodes. I call him Rhodey. Rhodey, this is Mr. Sam Wilson and Mr. Bucky Barnes.”

 “Nice to meet you,” The colonel says, shaking their hands. “Call me Rhodey.”

 “Rhodey signed the NDA as well, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to loophole something with him. We are going to do this with integrity.”

 Bucky and Sam give each other a look, both seemingly swept up in Tony Stark’s big personality. Rhodey notices and gives him a small shove. “Tones, this is their show. We’re just in the background pulling strings to help them.”

 “That’s right. Tell us where we need to be and what we need to do.”

 Sam takes control. “Thank you, gentlemen. If you want to take a seat at the table, we are just going through these papers with a fine-toothed comb to see if there’s anything we missed.”

 The cameras roll, and the four men go through the papers. Tony finds Ms. Foster’s statement, and he holds it up. “This could be huge. Let’s see… the house was robbed on a Tuesday. He probably would have stashed the loot in the next two days, wouldn’t you think?” He looks to the others for confirmation. “Ok, so his Wednesday schedule. Come down for breakfast at 6:30. Go into the office by 7. He wouldn’t have kept the stuff at the office because police did a full sweep of SI as well. Wednesday lunches were spent at La Palova. That’s a pretty exclusive restaurant with plenty of cameras. Let’s just say for now that it’s probably not there. Back to office by one, wow, he kept a really tight schedule. Old Monty left the office at 230 to golf at Emerald Isle. Tons of open land there. Be home by 730 for dinner. I mean, there’s time, but not much. Sorry, am I taking over here?”

 “No, you’re the only one who knows about this stuff, so keep going.”

 “Ok. Thursday schedule, almost the same. Gives himself an hour for lunch, but after work, he likes to drive in the canyon. He was too old for much exercise, I’d bet, but maybe he likes to watch the sunset? The sunsets there are beautiful. Also, a great place to hide not-really-stolen treasure.”

 Rhodey speaks up, “There’s also that little bend where we used to go to make out away from the house, remember? For a guy who spent his whole life driving the canyon, he should know all the ins and outs.”

 “Are you saying that we might have had sex on top of my mother’s heirlooms?” Tony shudders. “That’s creepy.”

 Bucky and Sam share that look again.  Sam shakes his head and puts his hands up. “Okayyyy… we do not need to know more. Remember, the camera is rolling. So, you think that Montgomery Stark hid the stuff in the canyon?”

 “I honestly think he hid it somewhere on the golf course. He owned shares in the course and the club, so technically, no one could ask him why he’s on any part of the land. I wonder if that got passed down.” Tony hums. “I think Monty would’ve thought that people would be suspicious of the canyon.”

 “Well, when we actually get our resources, we can split up into two bands. Mr. Stark, you can take one of us to the golf course. Rhodey, you can take the other to the canyon. There will be a lot of exploring to be done.” Bucky advises.

 Sam tacks on. “Yea, and we have more than one camera so we can film both of us at the same time.”

 By the end of the week, Sam and Bucky think they have the resources they need to scope out both places. They banter back and forth like normal throughout the week. As they’re arguing about who’s going to the golf course and who’s going to the canyon, when Tony asks, “Hey, I meant to ask you. How long have you guys been dating?”

 Bucky chokes and Sam coughs. “We’re… not… dating.” He says and looks at Bucky.

 “Oh, just fucking? Like friends with benefits?” Tony raises an eyebrow.

 Rhodey admonishes. “Tony, language. Camera is rolling.”

 “Ah, they’ll edit it out. Listen boys, if you’re not dating or at least screwing, you should. You got some serious charisma. Kind of like my honeybear and me.” He smooches Rhodey on the cheek.

 “Well, we’re not. End of discussion.” Bucky knows his face is bright red. He really likes Sam, and he thinks Sam likes him. However, he’s too afraid to make the first move. He doesn’t want to mess up the team dynamic.

 Tony smirks. “Whatever. I think I can answer your question, though. Due to the fact that old elitist country clubs are still pretty fucking racist, it might be better if I take Bucky. Unfortunately, there will be less suspicion, and we can get through a lot faster without someone trailing us at all times. You should have seen the last time I took Rhodey somewhere like that. I refused to go back.” He shudders. “I’ll see what I can do if we have to go back a second day, but…” Tony trails off.

 Sam slings an arm around Rhodey’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. We’ll have fun exploring the canyon and talking about you white boys.”

 “If you’re sure. I’m sorry we had to make a decision that way, you know?” Tony smiles sadly.

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The next day, Tony takes Bucky to the Emerald Isle golf course. They talk about this and that, but Tony notices Bucky is a little withdrawn. “Hey, you ok?” He asks.

 “Yea, I’m just trying to figure out what my friend would say if he found out I was hanging out with a billionaire today.”

 “Eat the rich kind of guy?” Tony knows a few of those.

 Bucky grins. “Yea. I am, too.”

 “Well, you surely aren’t pulling any punches. Do you have any questions for me?” Tony is genuinely interested. Barnes seemed like a level-headed kind of guy. He might have some good ideas for Tony to try.

 “I do, actually. How do you feel about making a difference in the world?”

 “I am very strongly for it, but I don’t always need my name on things, contrary to popular belief. They call me a billionaire because I earn billions annually. However, I and the company pay most of our taxes without using loopholes. Other than voting and lobbying a little, I can’t convince the government to do the right thing with the money. Yes, I do have multiple houses and cars, and I even own an island, but much of my money is sunk into various charities and funds around the world. Some have my name backing them, like the September Grants, but plenty of them are given anonymously so my accountant can’t get mad at me for not taking the tax breaks. So, yes, I do want to help change the world for the better, but I don’t want it to seem like I, myself made the world better.”

 Bucky just nods. They make small talk again until Tony brings up Sam. “I think he’s a great guy. You have a great co-worker in him.”

 “Yea, and he’s the love of my life.” Bucky sighs.

 Tony turns to look at him, and Bucky warns. “Eyes on the road.”

“I will.” Tony turns back. “But you love him? Why don’t you tell him? Do you know amazing your life would be?”

 “I don’t want to mess up our already good thing. I mean, I think he likes me, but what if he doesn’t? What if we date and then break up, and we can’t do this anymore? It’s not easy to find a job with a prosthetic.”

 “You could start your own channel. People like you enough. They’ll watch you.” Tony suggests. “But if you want it to last, don’t think about what will happen if it doesn’t.”

 “I’ll think about it.” Bucky mutters.

 Tony pulls into the Emerald Isle valet parking area. “We’re here.” He hands the valet his keys and tips him. “Follow me.”

 He leads Bucky to the manager’s office where he tells the man at the desk that he just realized he inherited the shares from Howard, and he’s looking over the property to see if he should buy more shares, sell these, or stay where I’m at. Do you mind if I take my guy and look around?”

 The manager stammers and acquiesces. He gives Tony keys to a golf cart and a map of the property. They start scouting, the camera guy sitting in the back of the cart. “You know what you’re looking for more than me.” Tony tells Bucky. Let me know if you want me to pull over somewhere.”

 ++++++ “So, how long have you and Tony been together?” Sam asks as Rhodey drives him down the interstate towards the canyon.

 Rhodey shrugs. “Nineteen, twenty years? We started dating when he was nineteen. I was twenty-one.”

 “You guys seem to have what it takes. I’m happy for you.” He wishes he and Bucky could have that, but he knows that Bucky doesn’t like him that way.

 “Thanks. Yea, Tony can be a complete dumbass eighty percent of the time, but he’s a loveable one, you know?”

 Sam nods. He knows someone like that. He sighs. If Bucky’s not for him, Buck’s not for him. End of story. He’ll find someone else at some point. “So, how’s life as a colonel? That’s got to be rough on your relationship, especially before DADT was repealed.”

 “I am happy with my job. I do get more leave because I date Tony Stark, who supplies the military with hi-tech equipment that can’t be weaponized. He won’t make them weapons of any sort anymore.”

 “I don’t blame him. Weapons manufacturing is not a business I’d like to be in.” The two chat about whatever comes to mind until Rhodes pulls off the road at a bend in the canyon.

 “Ok here. There are caves just beyond this bend. Most of them have never been explored. I’ll show you the ones we have definitely been in.”

 “Oh yes, now I’ll be imagining your sexploits.” Sam groans and Rhodey chuckles. “Now, we have to think… Montgomery was an old man at this point. There’s no way he could have dug very deep.”

 Rhodey mans the camera, and Sam grabs a shovel. They head toward the caves. Cave after cave, Sam checks the ground for any areas that may have been dug up and replaced. Those he did find were too small to hold anything like the stash the late Stark would have had. Further and further back they go until Rhodey is worried about the wall stability. “We should probably stay closer to the cave openings.”

 After going through all the caves and finding nothing, Sam relaxes back against the cave wall. “Whew. Maybe Tony was right. There’s nothing here.” The wall moves a little, and he jumps out. Turning, he and Rhodey see a 10” by 10” hold in the wall. Looking inside, they see a small pile of jewels and gold bars!

Sam whips out his phone to call Bucky just as his phone starts ringing. “Hello?”

 “Sam! We found some of the treasure! It was in a secret room in a shed near the edge of the property. It was all overgrown because no one has been there for years!” Bucky sounds very excited.

 “We found the rest! It was in a secret wall in one of the caves! Are you taking it with you today? We’re going to grab this stuff.” Sam is smiling widely.

 Putting on gloves, Sam slides all the treasures into a knapsack. Once done, they walk out of the cave. Rhodey looks back at it, squinting. “Tony’s not going to be happy about this.” He grins.

“Don’t tell me.” Sam warns. “I don’t want to hear it.”

 Rhodey drops Sam off at home. “Put that in a safe or something til tomorrow.” He warns. “Hey Sam, also, I don’t want to tell you what to do, but Barnes likes you, too. He makes heart-eyes at you all day. If your fans can see it, it’s there.” Sam nods and Rhodey drives off.

 ++++++ “So, friends, that’s how we found treasure and solved a crime in the episode!” Sam grins.

 “Also, when Tony asked the question of how long we’ve been dating, we have an answer for him now.” Bucky adds in. “It has been a week ago today.” Sam and Bucky kiss in front of the camera as the screen fades to black.

 “Wow, this episode got a lot of love,” Tony comments. “I’d like to think it was all me. Also.” He turns to Rhodey. “I can’t believe we blew each other right beside my mother’s jewels. I think her ghost is attached to those things. I may have scarred her for her entire afterlife.”

 “Tell me, does ‘Bam’ or ‘Sucky’ sound better as a ship name?” Bucky speaks up. “Twitter made a poll.”

 Sam swats at Bucky’s shoulder. “Tell them Sambucky. They should learn how to name things correctly.” They share a kiss again. Sam is happy he had the courage to talk to Bucky. Spending the rest of his life with this man sounds like a good idea.

[deeezzzznuutttzzzzz]

Wow.... this is my first post on here. I am going to be writing these hopefully everyday for myself, mainly to be able to look back on things I never want to forget. But if anyone out there... yes you... if you decided to read these just know that things will get better. Every day has a meaning and so you have a meaning. Oh... my grammar sucks and I don’t care. Like I said this is for me.  

So here is goes.... 

Waffle House:

Good ole’ Waffle House. My order never changes every time I decide that I am going to go. It’s always the two egg meal with city ham, scrambled eggs with..... you guessed it..... cheese! ( I am incredibly allergic to eggs and dairy but you only live once so fuck it....hahahaha) Then I always go for hashbrowns and wheat toast with 3 strawberry jams and COFFEEEEEEE! 2 creams and a dash of sugar. Lately I have been going alone and I take the time to reflect on my life this far. Let me tell you, the past 5 months have been hell. I will get to that later on, I am sure that it will come up, I know myself way to well to know that I can’t not talk about it. 

Anyways, I got off subject there, Waffle House. I love how you can walk into WH at any moment in time and see all different sorts of people. You can go in at 2 am after a long night at the club and you will be in there with a packed restaurant full of people who are trying to sober up with you. Then, you can go at 8:30am on a Saturday morning and see families eating together after a long work/school week. You can even go at 8pm on a Tuesday night with your significant other because you are both so high and are craving theeee waffles. Or you can even go in at 5pm on a Thursday night and be the only one in the restaurant eating alone detoxing from a terrible week. 

Truth is I have been all of those people. I have been that girl on there at 2 in the morning because I was so intoxicated and I needed food to sober up. I have been that girl there at 8:30am with my family after a long week. I have been the girl there with my significant other because we got high and that was our place. Today, I was the girl there alone at 5pm on a Tuesday because I had a terrible week. Waffle house is a place where you can go at when you are sad, mad, drunk, high, happy, etc. So, as I was sitting there today, with my headphones in, music blaring, I thought about every single memory I have had in that one Waffle House I was sitting at and I needed to share them. 

I sat in the same place I always sit, back corner where I can see the whole restaurant, and I went back to day one. First memory there was in 2016 the day I told my friends Jacks and Bird that I had gotten sexually assaulted, they cried with me in the booth that day. We drove to the gas station after that and took American Honey Shots. That was the day I realized that my friends always have my back. I also learned that I am not ashamed of what happened to me. 

Second significant memory there was the day my significant other at the time LP took me there because it was her favorite place to drink coffee because they used to grind there own beans and the coffee was delicious. ( FYI they changed the coffee and it sucks now... booooo.....) That was the first of many Waffle House dates. We had anytime of the day dates there for the next 3 and a half years. Some good, some bad, but all with the same meal. Some at 2am after the club, some at 5pm when we were high, some at 8:30am with our friend family, some at 8pm because why the fuck not.  I can tell you that when I think of eating there with her it was always the same spot I still sit in and I just picture her smiling over her hashbrowns.. coffee in hand.... cracking some stupid joke.. making me giggle and fall head over heels for me. I can’t help but sit in there sometimes and just imagine the good conversations and smiles we shared there. We also had one of our last and hardest decent conversations there. We even had our last meal together there. No she didn’t die but she left my life. We sat there and she had her hashbrowns and coffee, I had my normal meal, and we sat there and said sorry for how things are. She told me that who she was seeing made her really happy and that she had found a new place to live and she was taking Atlas ( one of our dogs) with her. My heart dropped. That was the day that I learned I was going to be alone. That was the day life changed. 

Third significant memory at Waffle House was every time my best friend M and her boyfriend at the time, and I tripped we ended each trip with a 5am trip to Waffle House before I had to be at work at 6am. These memories were right after I got left. That was the place where I ended my mental break down after a terrible trip. We decided to drop everything and take a 3 day total trip to Colorado. But, that is a whollleee other story that I will write about at a later date. We also would always dance while eating our food because why not. Those were the times where I realized that friends are forever. I learned be spontaneous and that It is okay not to be okay. 

Fourth significant memory was in December I met this girl J. I called her Baby J but I met her on Tinder.... god fuck Tinder... That is a whole story too... I promise I will write about it. After our first date I saw her at the club and ended up taking her home with me but on the way we stopped at Waffle House and sat there and talked for a couple hours then went back to my house and cuddled. Then 2 weeks later we were in Nashville and after I took her outdoor ice skating underneath the Christmas lights I took her to Waffle House. We danced to the music and sang in the middle of Waffle House. We were out of town so we didn’t care. These were the memories where I learned that moving on is possible. The little things mean the most. I learned that even in the hardest times there will always  be someone who can fill the void even if it is just for a reason. 

My final significant memories there now are the ones where I am alone there. They are for every time I sit there alone. I put in my headphones and I just think of all these memories, some of which I didn’t mention, but I think of every memory and I am filled with relief. I guess sitting there at Waffle House reminds me that in every single storm I go through in my life I have memories that remind me of times good and bad where I made it out okay. I have memories that remind me of times in my life where I was happy or where I learned something and I ended up being okay. Memories that remind me of people who aren’t in my life anymore but made an impact on it significantly. People may fade but memories never do. 

Sitting alone in Waffle House reminds me that things will get better. People change, people leave, but you never do. You keep making new memories, you keep moving through your life for you . Sitting alone at Waffle house makes me realize that you have no one but yourself.....

So you better make your life the way you want it to be, live for you, help others often, find friends, make memories, love hard, and be the best version of you. 

Oh... and People may not be in your life anymore and they leave... things change often but.....

Waffle House never does. 

[jj-lynn21]

Party At Greenwald’s ch 6

Warnings: fluff,  angst, possessive relationship

Images courtesy of @dearcardan on twitter, @billofourtime,imdb, mood board my creation

Music: Party Mix 2018 

ch 1   ch 2  ch 3 ch 4 ch 5ch ch 7

{flash back continued}

When you get back to the guest house you grab your phone to create the email account. Luckily the name isn’t taken. Mark made some turkey sandwiches and you threw together macaroni salad with the leftover cheddar mac. You were getting into such a great flow doing things together. It made you very happy.

Maybe the happiest you had been your whole life other than the fact you could never go out to party with others. Neither of you had done any drugs in almost a month. Just drank a lot of wine. The stores were still delivering great wine with the food you wanted.

You watched True Blood as you snuggled, escalating into more as the show went on. Both of you naked. Your legs straddled over his lap looking towards the television. You thought you were going to be able to watch the show as you as your body bounced with his every thrust. But Mark acted as if he was jealous of your reactions. He pulled your head back by the hair.

“Eyes on me,” he pants. “That’s all wig and make up. I’m real. I’m right here fucking you until you cum.”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Oh, damn I love you…Yes… Mark…I”

He groans “Fuck yeah, I love you, Princess.” He grabs your hips force you down on his cock harder. He growls in your ear as his balls tighten.

“Oh Fuck Mark…” The growl pushes you over the edge and he knew it would. “YES YES…awwww yes”

“Fffffuck…yes…,” he cums. Pulls you back to lay over him. He turns the TV off. “That’s not to bad of a show you picked Babe. Better than those sparkling vampire ones Lily made me watch.”

You looked at him curiously, “Have you been thinking about her since Abra said she was in town?”

Mark chuckles, “let’s take a shower. We have a sort of party to get ready for. You should check your email for the time.”

You got up and started upstairs mumbling, “You still have a thing for someone who never really cared about you.”

“Hey,” Mark grabbed your shoulder before you got to the stairs, “I don’t give a fuck about that bitch. I guess it’s just being back home. Back in this place brings up memories. Not good memories. We have some crazy memories together. But never have I doubted you loved me. Like you said she never really cared about me. Never really loved me.”

You turned and just hugged him tight for a few minutes.

As you showered, Mark puts out what he wants you to wear. He puts out jean and a paisley print button up shirt for him. You walked in the bedroom in with a towel wrapped around your body and another wrapping your hair.

“Do I get to wear panties and a bra tonight?” You smirk since the last time he put an outfit out for you he didn’t want you wearing under garments.

Mark chuckles, “Yeah, I picked out a set I love that will show under the lace top and shorts.”

“You want me to parade around in that with your friends?” You looked surprised.

“Your mine and I want to show you off,” He grins. “Plus, they won’t be wearing much more.”

You just shake your head. He goes to shower. The invite on the email from Bex directs you to sign up on houseparty.com. When everyone is on you can video chat. A music  list is also included to play in the background. You find the music to download to your phone. Then you set houseparty.com up on your laptop.

At 10pm you and Mark grab some beers and sit the laptop on the desk. You Angled wide so the video will show you on the couch and dancing behind it. You set your phone to the playlist.

“Hey, everyone.” Bex says sitting by Abra. “We are quarantining at my apartment. How are you all doing?”

Another window opens with Lily and her grey bearded, bald headed husband by her side. “Hey everyone. We’re good in our neck of the woods.”

You buried your head in Marks shoulder to hide your laughter. He looked more like he was seventy-five than in his fifties.  

Mark kept a straight face, “Hey, this is my girl, (YN). Bex and Abra met her earlier today.”

You thought you would be in the least amount of cloths, but Lily has what looks like string bikini that barely covers her. Bex and Abra have short shorts and cami’s.  

“Turn the music on,” Bex got up to hit hit the music on her ipad.

You hit play on your phone.

Mark chuckles, “All to familiar Bex. Did you get all the songs from senior year?”

“Hell yeah I did, “She and Abra started dancing. “Not all the memories are bad. Do you remember the first party we had at Greenwald’s. His parents were almost always out of town so we could do whatever we wanted.”

“Dance with the girls, Princess,” Mark suggests. “Yeah, good night, I think. I remember trying to hide the hangover from my parents. My mom thought I had the flew from not wearing a coat outside.” He laughed.

“I remember we fucked that night we met,” Lily smirked.

She was sitting on her husband’s lap. You were up dancing. A beer in hand. You ignored Lily’s comment.

Mark said, “Sorry, Lily I have no memory of that night and many others at Greenwald’s. It was great to forget shit for a night or two. Man, I really miss partying. My frat house was a big fucking party every evening at 10pm until around 6am Thursday, Friday and Saturday.”

You throw yourself on Mark’s lap, “I vouch for that. Usually ending with Mark going down on me sooo good. But I get that now to.” You giggle getting tipsy already.

Mark blushed.

Lily glares, “Good for you. That was the cause of our biggest fight.”

“I thought our biggest fight was because you sent dirty pictures to another old dude who was married.” Mark spit out like it tasted nasty in his mouth.

Abra pointed her finger at the screen, “Enough of that shit talking about each other. We are here to dance and reminisce about good things. Like ruling the school and having a great time doing it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark pouted. “We had some great times. Better nights that I loved, I can’t really remember.” He laughs holding up his beer. “To Greenwald’s”

You and the others all hold up their beers, “To Greenwald’s.”

Bex falls onto her couch, “Sounds like some of us matured more than others that pretend to be.”

An obvious dig at Lily for not apologizing. Lily rolls her eyes.

She pulls her husband up, “We’re dancing.”

Shape of you plays as she rolls her body up and down her husband.

Mark picks you up standing you up. He puts his forehead to yours humming the song. You slide your hand up his neck to his cheek. Mark mouths the words, “I’m in love with the shape of you…”

Lily husband is noticeable excited. “Does this mean we get to have sex tonight?”

She just glares at him.

“Sorry Lily, I know its not our normal night.” He seems completely subservient to her.

Mark and you kiss so you don’t laugh out loud at Lily’s poor husband. Abra and Bex are laugh. They are also smoking marijuana that might be making everything a little funnier to them.

“So how many time a week do you and your Princess have sex Mark,” Bex laughs just knowing its way more than lily.

You speak up, “That’s a difficult number to really calculate. One to three times a day every day unless I really need a break. My legs and my pussy ach for more than a day sometimes.”

Mark grins as he grinds against your ass. Arms around you from behind. You are looking towards the screen as their mouths all drop open with envy.  

“Sorry, Princess.” Mark’s grin just gets bigger.

“And then sometimes I can’t think straight for hours after,” you brag.

“Are you insinuating he fucks your brains out?” Bex comments.

“I wouldn’t put it that crassly but sure,” you blush.

“She is so amazing,” Mark brags.

You drink and chat with everyone eventually passing out in Mark’s arms.

[psychoticenjolras]

god ive been busy ive been spending my entire free time playing wow (lvl 92 in 9 days!) and fixing the tadpoles tanks (there are 5 now lol). i had to miss my sunday DND session which sucks bc it’s my favorite of all of them bc i have to be in at 6am on monday. and my campaign is gonna suck cus the job and volunteering fuck me on saturday. my schedule currently look like this sunday work 7am-12pm, DND 9pm monday work 6am-12pm. volunteer 1:30-5 tuesday work 10am-4pm, class1 6:00pm-8pm wednesday class2 2:30-4pm, DND 8pm thursday FREE (planning for my campaign/grocery shopping) friday FREE (writing for my campaign) saturday work 6am-12pm, volunteer 1:30-5, my DND at 6:30 idek if this is right im so tiredddddddd also my 2nd job is fucking killing my feet cus we literally dont have the time to sit down for the full 5/6hrs and only get a five minute smoke break. however i can make however much fuckin ice coffee i want lololol. also have to fit making separate decently healthy dinners for me and my dad, one vegan for me. it’s tuesday 8:45am rn and ive forgotten to eat since sunday around 5am lolol

[rosegoldquintis]

Bookstores & Cigarettes

Paring: Calum Hood x Reader

Warnings: Cheating, smoking, alcohol, break up, swearing, self doubt  mentions of sex? shity writing, attempted angst

Word count: 3k?????

A/N: This is the longest fick I’ve ever written and idk how I feel about that! But I am kinda proud of this so let me know what you think!

Also, I was planning on posting this on my birthday which is on Tuesday so you got this a couple of days in advance:D 

She brought the cigarette up to her lips wondering how she ended up here. She usually never went to bars or parties but tonight seemed to be appropriate to drink yourself into oblivion.

When she first met Calum she was on cloud nine but then everything changed once she saw him she cheating on her in her own bedroom.

She had been seeing Calum for almost 6 months when it happened.

She was on her way home from work after 12 hour shift. Everything that day had gone surprisingly good, but as soon as she started to approach her apartment complex she started to get a weird feeling in her stomach. Right as she put the key in the lock and turned it something that feeling in her stomach turned into small stabbing pains.

When she stepped into the apartment everything was quiet, the lights were off even though it was nearly 10 PM on a Thursday night. She went up to her bedroom because she just wanted to go to bed immediately, she had to work the early shift the next morning.

As she got closer to her bedroom she could hear quiet female moans. She thought she was imagining it since she lived alone and the only person who had a key to her apartment was Calum. She had given him a key in case of emergencies.

When she opened her bedroom she saw tell him on top of a girl and they were making out in her bed. She didn’t say anything she just stayed frozen in the doorway, not knowing whether she should scream, cry or throw something at the pair.

So she did the only thing that her body allowed her to do. She dropped the bag she was holding which made the pair break apart, she could see how something changed in his eyes, the went from lust, to fear.

She turned in the doorway, made a beeline for the living room where she had placed her phone and keys just moments before, she then walked right out of the apartment, got into her car and drove off in the middle of the night.

That’s how she ended up in a bar, smoking her boyfriends cigarettes at 11PM on a Thursday night. She had two people come up to her that night, the first was the bartender who asked what she wanted to drink or if she was fine,

“Give me the strongest you have” She said “Because tonight I’m drinking myself into a oblivion.” She mumbled once the guy turned his back to her. The bartender turned back around and poured her a drink. She didn’t remember putting the glass to her lips or anything after that. But somehow she remembered the second person that came up to her that night. It was a woman, a few years older than herself.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she looked Y/N up and down. “Do you want me to call you a taxi?”

“I’m fine.” She mumbled as she stood up, she remember nearly falling over the woman but regaining her balance just in time.

She started to make her way out from the pub. She tried to figure out which way to go but it didn’t go as good as she had hoped. She didn’t remember picking up her phone, calling someone nor does she remember being picked up and falling asleep in someone else’s bed that night.

The next morning she woke up in all-too-familiar sheets and in an all-too-familiar room. She sat up too quickly which made her see stars, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was still dressed in the same clothes as she had on last night, she stood up from the bed. She went over to the door so she could pick up her shoes which were neatly placed beside a pair of black vans. Y/N carefully opened the door and as soon as she did she bumped into the person she least wanted to see, Calum.

“I’m sorry.” He said “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was drunk.”

“That’s always the excuse.” she mumbled “You where drunk, someone else was drunk.” Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she looked at Calum.

“But the truth is, it’s never anyone's fault.” Calum looked down at the wooden floor, he didn’t know what to say or how to act. He knew he fucked up big time and there was no second chances.

“I’m sorry honey.” He said “I truly am, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Will you just shut up already Calum.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re the one who ruined this relationship and it’s always gonna be your fault no matter how much you try to fix it.” She said, she was angry. She couldn’t understand how someone who’s been cheated on could do that to another person.

“Are you ok?” He suddenly asked, he had looked Y/N up and down. Her eyes were red and puffy, her clothes had become a mess after she had slept in them and her hair was no longer in a bun on her head.

“What kind of question is that?” She hissed at him

“Do I look okay?” She motioned pointed at her red eyes. “Can you just fuck off?” She spat.

She started to walk towards the door and as she passed though the living room she was met with three familiar faces, Ashton, Luke and Michael. As soon as she saw them she froze. She could tell that they were there so they could try and convince her to forgive their best friend, except she couldn’t forgive him for cheating. Before they started to date they had been good friends and she had nearly giving her cheating ex a second chance but Calum had been the one that told her not to. He told her that people don’t change, no matter how much you want them too, so she didn’t see a reason to give him a second chance because after all, people don’t change, right?

It had been exactly one week and four days since she found her boyfriend cheating on her. Right now it was a 2:45AM and she was sitting out on her balcony, looking out over Los Angeles. She hadn’t slept in her bed yet, she couldn’t bring herself to remove the sheets or even touched the bed. Y/N had been sleeping on her couch, she had also moved most of her things to her guestroom, sure it was smaller than her room but she felt sick whenever she was in the room.

At first time moved so slow, she counted every tear that fell and she could feel herself slipping away. Then time moved so fast, she had gone to sit on her balcony at 10pm. She had gotten herself some food and was listening to some music, but before she knew it, it was 6AM and the sun was starting to rise.

She had been calling in sick to work for the past week because she couldn’t sleep at night. Y/N worked at a small bookstore in the middle of LA, she had never missed a day at work so after a week she had forced herself to go to work.

At around 9AM she arrived the the store, she unlocked the door and walked inside.

Her first day had been such a good day, there had been people coming in and buying book and talking to her as if they had know each other for forever. Once her lunch break came around she told her boss that she was going to run across the street to buy some lunch.

“Do you want anything?” She asked her boss, Kristine.

“I’m good.” She smiled as she helped the next customer.

As she opened the door to the cafe she saw a familiar head of beautiful curls, but she pretended that she hadn’t. The cashier took her order and she then waited for her food to be prepared. When the cashier called out her name Calum looked up from his phone, she could feel his eyes on her back as she walked out of the shop. She was just about to dig into her food when a colleague came into the breakroom.

“There’s a guys out front asking for you.” She seemed confused “He doesn't want our help.” The woman walked out of the breakroom and as she did Y/N let out a frustrated sigh. When she came into the store she locked eyes with the person she hadn’t seen for almost two weeks and she could feel the tears form in her eyes.

“What do you want?” She asked

“I wanted to see how your were doing?” He said as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “How do you think I’m doing?” she asked frustrated

“I haven’t been able to sleep in my own room for two weeks and you think I’m doing fine?” “I don’t think you’re doing fine.” He said casually “I know I’m not.” Y/N looked at him. “Calum you were the one who told me that I shouldn’t give people second chances because people never change.”

“Well you shouldn’t always listen to me.” He said “Because if you hadn’t noticed, I can be quite stupid.”

“What are you trying to achieve here Calum?” She asked “Because I am not going to forgive you and I’m not going to get back together with you.” He ran a hand though his curly hair and sighed

“I was just hoping we could at least be friends.” She looked at him like he punched a puppy, he cleared his throat. “Because we were friends before we even dated, don’t forget that.” He said.

“I don’t want to see you Calum.” She said deflated. “You broke my heart, I wish I could avoid seeing you but your face is everywhere!” She felt like yelling but she couldn’t.

“If I invited you to a party.” He said “Would you show up?” He asked.

She didn’t try to talk to him anymore because this conversation wasn’t going anywhere, she just shrugged her shoulders and went back into the breakroom. Her appetite had almost disappeared but she forced herself to eat the food so she would have the strength to work for another 6 hours.

The following Friday she got a text message that read ‘Party at Ashton‘s place at 9 PM.’ She threw her phone onto the sofa and she laid her head down and suddenly there were tears rolling down her cheeks.

She didn’t plan to go to party at first but then she remembered that there would probably be free alcohol there, so she figured that getting drunk wouldn't hurt. Once she reached the house she could see that the hour was filled with people and she knew none of them. If she had been with Calum he would know everyone. She walked into the house and bumped right into Ashton, who clearly was the only sober person in the house. He want to hug her but she took a step back and shook her head, his smile dropped and he stepped to the side so she could walk past him.

She walked into the kitchen, took a beer and sat on the kitchen counter. After three hours of small talking with different drunk people two people stumbled into the kitchen, giggling at each other and talking among themselves. It was Calum and the girl from that night, his arm fell from the girls shoulder and the girl whined in protest. She hopped off the counter and as she was leaving the kitchen she purposely bumped into Calum and she walked right out of the door.

During the next week he tried to call, her text her and he even went to the bookstore again but this time she had no intention in talking to him so she told her boss that he had to leave or she would, that night she cried for 3 hours. She felt like giving up but that wasn’t her, she wasn’t going to give up because she was cheated on for the second time in the course of eight months. She didn’t know what to do, most of her friends had been friends with Calum so she couldn’t talk to them about it because it felt like hanging out Calum.

Nearly a month after being cheated on she was feeling better, she didn’t cry as often and she had just recently changed the bedsheets in her bed and moved back into her room. She had blocked Calum almost everywhere and apparently he was now dating the girl that Y/N had seen in her bed and at the party, her name was Agnes. After a while of stalking her instagram Y/N could see why he would chose Anges over her, she was so much prettier. Y/N found herself falling back into the same routines day after day, she didn’t really know what to do so one day she just decided that she should take an opportunity that had fallen into her lap a few days before she broke up with Calum. She had been asked if she wanted to write a book, it didn’t matter what kind but Y/N knew just what she wanted to write. She was going to write something that would help her heal and feel better.

Another week passed by and she had now quit her job at the bookstore and Calum had announced to the world that he was dating Agnes. He never told the world about Y/N, and they had been seeing each other for 6 months.

It was friday night and she was packing her clothes, since most of her friends stopped talking to her once Calum announced her relationship she was left to her own devices. She was listening to music and drinking some wine when the doorbell rang, it was nearly 9PM so she stood up from her sofa and when to open the door. When she opened the door she came face to face with none other than Calum Hood.

“Hi?” She said, Calum looked up at her in surprise, clearly shocked that she opened the door. He opened his mouth but closed it again, not not knowing what to say.

“Uh, hi.” He said, he then proceeded to ask if he could come in, Y/N didn’t say anything, she just stepped to the side and let him walk into her small messy apartment for the first time in nearly two months.

“Going somewhere?” He asked, she looked down at her feet and said,

“Uh, yeah I am.” She cleared her throat. “Well, technically I’m moving.”

“Oh.” He seemed surprised by her answers.”Can I ask where?” He asked

“To New York City.” She said, Calum’s head snapped back at the woman, he had known this girl for so long and she wasn’t the type that would just up and leave in the dead of night. Especially when she had a stable job and family in LA.

“Why are you moving?” He asked. “I thought you liked it here?”

“Well I don’t really have anything that’s keeping me here so I figured why not.” She grabbed her glass of wine and took a sip. “And since my publisher is located in New York I thought it would be best if I move there.” She smiled.

“Wait what? What publisher?” He said.

“I was going to tell you.” She said. “But then I found you in my bed.” She almost mumbled the last part but Calum was used to her mumbling so he heard her anyway.

“Oh.” Was all he managed to say, it almost sounded like had forgotten about that part. “So you would just have dropped everything and moved to New York?”

“Well if we would have stayed together I would have stayed her and just fly out to New York now and then.” Calum opened his mouth and Y/N could see that he wanted to argue back.

I think you should leave now Calum.” She said, he had been in her apartment for nearly an hour and she still had so much to do.

“Well I don’t want to leave.” He said “I want to know why you been ignoring me for a month and a half.”

“Why do you think I’ve been ignoring you?” She asked.

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW? YOU BLOCKED MY NUMBER Y/N!” He was now yelling at her and she was not having it!

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore Calum, can you please just leave?” She could feel the anger crawling up her back and she didn’t want to scream at him and she didn’t know what to say or do.

“NO, I will not leave until you fucking explain!” She could feel tears forming in her eyes. “Please just leave.” She said deflated, she walked up to Calum, she put a finger to his chest and said

“If you don’t leave my apartment now Calum, I will call the guard because I don’t want you here.” He could see the tears that now where rolling down her cheeks and he didn’t know why she was so upset.

During their dating period they hadn’t said I love you and since Calum had lost all his faith in love.

“It’s not like we loved each other.” He spat at her as he looked down at her.

“What do you mean?” She said as her voice broke, she had been in love with him since the start.

“Yeah, we didn’t love each other.” He said. “We never once said, I love you.”

“Well I loved you Calum, I loved you with my whole heart and you broke that into a million pieces.” She said, more tears were streaming down her face and she didn’t know what to do.

“If you ask me out relationship was doomed from the beginning.” He said, not affected by her tears.

“Fuck you Calum.” As she said this she pushed him towards the door, without saying anything he walked out the door, slamming it behind him. She fell into the door and slid down to the ground, when her knees met the ground sobs took over her body. She finally let her emotions free and after god knows how long she let herself fall into an empty darkness.

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[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Two

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

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The mystery man, whose name is actually Yoongi, seems surprised you didn’t see this coming. Apparently he’s spoken many times with your recently deceased grandmother, and she had planned on telling you before she went.

“Time travel,” you muse, staring vacantly at the dancing flames in the fireplace as Yoongi unhooks a small cauldron and pours out a steaming liquid into two clay cups. “Really, this is easily the most elaborate dream I’ve ever had.”

“Please, Y/n,” he instructs calmly as he returns and hands you a mug, “have something warm to drink to calm you down. This isn’t a dream. Don’t worry, you can come and go at any time.”

You just shake your head, still letting your vision haze over. “This is too crazy. How does it even work?”

He sends you a grin so small you almost miss it in your periphery. “I would imagine that the future would have more to say about science than the past. You are a scientist, no?”

You break your empty stare at look up at him, letting your fingers curl into the warm of the mug. “Well, kinda, I’m in medical school. How did you know that?”

“Your grandmother visits often. Visited often,” he corrects with a sullen look. Yoongi tips his head towards your hands. “Drink, please. I promise I’m not going to turn you into a beast or a frog.”

You smile ruefully and lift the edge to your lips, acting like that wasn’t exactly what you were thinking. After taking a deep mouthful, you let it sit on your tongue, pondering the strange tangy sweetness of the thick drink. It pours into your mouth viscous like a sauce but thins out as you swish it around and finally swallow. “What is this, anyway?”

“A tea of sorts,” he answers cryptically, waving an arm towards the shelves and shelves of ingredients. “As the local shaman, I know many basic recipes that use ingredients in my apothecary for more mundane purposes. This concoction is for clarity of mind and tranquility of heart. It will do us both good. It’s been a rather taxing few hours.”

You eye him dubiously, taking another sip of the brew. “I just got told time travel was real and am now living over two centuries before I’m even born. What have you done that was so taxing?”

Yoongi takes his own sip and quirks an eyebrow. “I changed into a cat,” he responds dryly, “which most would consider a strenuous activity.”

You gape at him. “Wait, you- You were the cat?”

“From what I heard from your grandmother, I had expected you’d be smarter. Yes, I was the cat. I figured your first instinct upon seeing a strange man in your house wouldn’t be to follow him through a secret door. I had to get you to follow me somehow.”

You finish off the drink in a large gulp. “Yeah, why did you want me to follow you through? I assume my grandmother knew about it. She asked me in her will to come here alone.”

He avoids your gaze for a moment. “The King doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to fall terribly ill this morning and be dead by midday should no one intervene. Your grandmother believed she could save him, but as a back-up, she ensured you would be her successor.”

You stare out a tiny fogged-up window. It hadn’t occurred to you that there was an entire world outside these four walls, just the fact that you had gone back to the past was difficult enough to handle. “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. I have a life, you know.”

Yoongi puts down his small clay mug and comes to crouch in front of you, clutching your hands with his, still warm from the hot drink. “Y/n, I need you to do this. I don’t know why, because your grandmother wouldn’t tell me much about the future, but I know that you need to do this. Please, if you don’t believe me, go back to your time. I have been told you can find out much information if you giggle.”

You blink in shock, before letting out a noise of agreement when you realize what he’s trying to say. “Google, of course. Okay, I’ll do that. And…the door will always be open? I won’t get stuck here or there?”

He smiles and pats your hands cheerily, all solemnity gone. “Of course. There’s a sort of protection spell on the portal, so that only those that have used it before may use it again. I had to open it for you this time, but in the future, you should have no problem navigating it. Please, if you need to research, do it quickly. Time flows the same in both your world and mine, so you must hurry back.”

You nod and let him hustle you up out of the chair. The small wooden door opens to your touch like he said it would, and you give him and this strange room one last glance before crawling back through.

The library certainly isn’t open this time, you figure, your phone reading just before 6am, but luckily you know one of the librarians that basically lives there. “Hey, Joonie,” you call into your phone as you park in the nearly empty parking lot, “I see your Subaru here, I know you’re in the library. Let me in.”

“Wait, you’re at the library? What are you doing?”

You approach the doors and tap impatiently on the glass, spying his shadow approaching. “Come get me, dipshit, it’s a research emergency.”

The figure picks up pace, practically skipping over to you. Namjoon’s tall form casts a shadow over you as he lets you in, and you slip inside, rubbing your freezing hands together. “Research emergency? That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

You grin and ignore him, immediately navigating your way around the university library. Historical records are on the third floor, so you rush up the stairs with a confused yet nevertheless excited Namjoon behind you.

The two of you met on the very first day of classes. You were so worried about bringing the right textbooks that you forgot to bring any pen and paper. Namjoon was sitting beside you and had two pencil cases filled to the brim. Even so, he watched you like a hawk to make sure you gave it back at the end of the lecture, and slowly over time you became like the Karate Kid and that old master. Truthfully, you would’ve failed all of your first-year courses were it not for him kicking your ass into gear. You knew he would be the one to help you here.

“Okay, Namjoon, I need records for King- Fuck, I never asked his actual name.” You curse your stupidity and come to a halt, Namjoon stumbling to avoid bowling you over. “If I gave you a year, could you give me who the King was in that time?”

Namjoon frowns at you. “How is this an emergency?”

You nod resolutely and continue on. “Good, that sounds like a yes to me. Let’s go. The year is 1743, and the King dies that year apparently.”

“Apparently? Y/n, I really worry about you sometimes. I don’t need to bother with the records, King Jeon died in 1743 from bleeding out. It was a pretty big deal at the time; he was the youngest man to ever take the throne, and because he had no heirs, the entire royal family changed. But why do you need to know this?”

You stare at him. “Namjoon, you’re studying to be a heart surgeon. Where the fuck do you get time to study history?”

He crosses his arms defensively. “A thank you would be nice. Did I save your research emergency?”

Your mind is whirring. Yoongi said he died later today, so if it’s bleeding out, that’s a pretty quick death. You need to get back there and tell Yoongi. “It does, thank you, Namjoon. You’re positively indispensable!”  

His face warms at the praise, and he gives you a quick hug, promising to catch up sometime, before you dash back out the door.

It seems that Yoongi’s been waiting for you when you return, as he leaps up immediately and shoves a pile of fabric to you. “Proper attire,” he explains, “what you’re wearing will get you noticed in all the wrong ways.”

You stare down at your jeans and tank top. That’s probably fair; you wouldn’t exactly look like someone from the eighteenth century in these. “Where can I change?”

He jerks his head towards a smaller room off to the side. “I’ve set up my store room as temporary lodging should you need to spend the night here. You can pull the tapestry over the doorway for some privacy.

You quickly do as he asks and try not to judge the clothing too hard. It’s a brown dress, thick fabric making it rather heavy, and the front is low enough to require a petticoat underneath to preserve your modesty. After returning to the main room with the skirts bunched up in your hands, you question where he got these from.

“An unlucky maiden left her laundry hanging outside overnight and I simply chose to remind her to be more careful.”

You level a gaze. “You stole it.”

“That is another way of phrasing it, yes. Anyway, enough semantics, the sun has already risen, and we need to hurry.”

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[lovelylarrie]

to all the people thinking lana DIDN’T kick me out...

here’s what actually happened. you already have receipts, just not my reply to the receipts. weird.

before i start, i did NOT want to make this public and i wanted it to stay between us bc this is petty as fuck, but the second i walked out of her apartment she had already made a post about me.

this is when i felt like i had to defend myself bc what the fuck. so i made my tag post which was not detailed at all.

so what happened was: thursday night we went to the club. lana made bad decisions and woke up the next morning vomiting really bad. i know how much being sick sucks and how much throwing up sucks so i went to the store and bought her gatorade, a special vomiting electrolyte infused drink, nausea medicine, and made sure she was drinking small amounts of water so she wouldn’t vomit. i also bought her rice and made her it later when she was done vomiting. i did everything i would’ve wanted done for me if i was in her situation.

i tried to watch a movie later that night when she was done puking and in my opinion, she very rudely told me to turn it off. this happened again the next day when i tried to watch youtube (we had been in bed for over 24 hours and i just wanted to watch something), so this frustrated me on top of the fact that she did not say thank you for me taking care of her at all.

one of my good twitter friends happened to be in toronto while i was there and we planned on meeting up with her even before lana was sick. saturday was the last day i could meet her so i asked lana at like 7:30-8pm if she wanted to go with me or if she wanted to stay home bc she still wasn’t feeling well. she said “don’t you care that i’m fucking dying” and that pissed me off so i rudely replied something like “yes i’ve been suck here for two days” and went into the bathroom and closed the door. this was when things went downhill. saying that was rude of me and i apologized to her but i tried to explain that it really hurt my feelings that she said i don’t care when i had spent the last two days caring and taking care of her. she told me i was no longer welcome in her house if i was gonna be a bitch to her. i was crying and told her how hurt i was that she didn’t thank me and basically her excuse was that she was too sick to do so. we kind of resolved this before i left and i asked if i could come back to her apartment after i saw my friend, she said yes as long as i stopped being rude to her.

before i left to see my friend i asked her “do you want me to take the keys and let myself back in or do you want me to text u when i get back and have u let me in.” she chose to come downstairs and let me in when i texted i was home.

please remember that i left at like 8pm, toronto was an hour drive and i was going to pick up my friend and we were gonna park and find somewhere to sit and talk. so i was bound to be home late.

i got caught up in the moment with my friend and didn’t see that lana had texted me at 10:25pm. when she texted me again at 11:33pm i felt my phone buzz so that’s how i knew she texted me. i opened it and was so upset bc i wasn’t just going to ask this friend that i just met to stay with her and her dad while they were on vacation.

i texted her back two minutes later. i don’t think she could have fallen asleep in that amount of time, and if she really cared about my safety and where i was going to be staying she would have seen the message and texted me back saying she’d let me in if i couldn’t stay with my friend. idc how sick you are, you can still be a decent human being. it doesn’t erase all humanity in you. she didn’t reply.

my friend ended up letting me stay with her and her dad which was very nice. i texted lana the next morning that i was on my way. i do not leave toronto until tomorrow at 6am so her saying that i can just come and pick up my stuff is literally her kicking me out. she knows when my plane leaves and knows damn well i wasn’t leaving today. i didn’t wanna fight with her so i just said okay, i’d come get my stuff. i called my mom afterwards, and she helped me find and book a hotel last minute. so now i am in a hotel still in toronto and i have not left yet as lana has lead some people to believe. this is my side of the story i don’t care what y’all believe but i’m sick of all the hate from people who didn’t care to ask me MY SIDE.

also thank you to everyone offering me their spaces/help through this. earlier today before i had a hotel i didn’t know what to do and i was scared so thank you to everyone who sent me kind words or offered their help in any way. you mean a lot 💕

[this-is-allison]

Hawkins Affair - Part 4

1, 2, 3

Lonnie hadn’t been able to sleep that night. Thoughts about what his wife has been up to behind his back consumed his raging mind. He’d been so worried about his own shit and honestly he never thought Joyce would dare cheat on him. And with fucking Jim Hopper. Or so he assumed. He’d find out for sure. He won’t be humiliated. He almost calls Karen’s until the bright red numbers on the alarm clock tell him it’s only 6am. He has to play it cool if he wants any information. Stick closer to home.

Hopper wakes up to a small body snuggled up against his and he’s instantly elated. This is what he’s wanted. It’s not going to last, but he isn’t going to think about that now, just wants to enjoy the moment. He pulls her tighter against him, taking in the scent of her. He always assumed she bought men’s products since she was outnumbered in her house and her hair always smells minty.

“Morning,” she smiles up at him.

“Mornin’,” he kisses the top of her head, trailing his fingertips up and down her side.

“You want breakfast? I don’t have anything to cook, but I could run out real fast.” he makes a mental note to keep his fridge stocked from now on. Just incase.

Joyce pulls away, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to sit up, “I can’t,” she puts Hopper’s shirt on while she gathers her clothes, “we have to cool off.”

Hopper rolls his eyes snapping the sheets back before he gets up to retrieve a fresh pair of boxers, “make up yer damn mind,” he grits. The mood in the room had suddenly shifted.

Once Joyce has her clothes gathered, she begins putting them on, “what?” her head snaps in his direction at the comment.

“You come crawlin’ to me anytime you want a good fuck and then it’s right back to that sack of shit,” he scoffs, “I told you I don’t wanna play games.”

“Lonnie is suspicious, okay? Will said something about seeing you,” she sighs when she sees him unwavering, “I don’t know what this is, but I do know that I need you in my life, Hop. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she looks down too embarrassed to meet his eyes at the admission.

He sighs, dropping his shoulders as he takes in her small form, “come’ere,” he opens his arms and she’s sucked up into his embrace like a vacuum.

He holds her for a few minutes, “I’ll stay away...for now, but you know where to find me if you need anything.” he looks in her eyes and backs away, disappearing into the bathroom.

Lonnie is drinking at The Hideaway a few weeks later flirting with a much younger, if even legal, woman, when he spots Hopper across the bar. The men lock eyes, Hopper’s narrowing in disdain. Lonnie finishes his drink and marches over to the other side of the bar, “you been fuckin’ my wife?” the booze making him bolder than usual. Hopper chuckles, “No, have you?” he smirks, turning back around to take another drink, “Or is all your energy spent on underage girls?” he nods towards the woman Lonnie had just been all over.

“Just last night I fucked her real good and hard,” Lonnie whispers in Hopper’s ear, trying to rile the other man up.

“Your wife or an underage girl?” Hopper squeezes his beer bottle in an attempt to contain his rage at Lonnie’s comments. He knew Lonnie is trying to get him to show his cards, but he wouldn’t fold.

“That’s right, she’s my wife. She chose me all those years ago; I won. She belongs to me.” Lonnie taunts, ignoring Hopper’s quip.

“You’re right, she chose to be with you, but she could just as easily choose not to be. And I’ll be there when that happens. For whatever she needs.” Hopper winks at the smaller man attempting to end the conversation, but Lonnie isn’t gonna stop until he has the last word.  

“You stay the fuck away from my wife,” Lonnie grits before turning to storm off.

“She may be your wife, but she’s not your property.” Hopper throws back causing Lonnie to halt for a second before continuing to storm out of the bar.

“Excuse me, where are the tampons?” a young female customer approaches Joyce at the counter.

“Aisle 9,” Joyce replies mindlessly, fiddling with the price gun, when something hits her. The gun crashes down onto the counter as Joyce’s eyes widen in realization. She hadn’t gotten her period yet. And she’s late. Very late. Her body works like clockwork which could only mean one thing. Fuck.  

“Donald I’m taking my break!” she shouts at her manager in one of the nearby aisle. Not waiting for a response she bolts to aisle 9, passing the customer from before, and grabs a few pregnancy tests off the shelf not bothering to stop. Joyce locks herself in the employee bathroom thankful for privacy.

Ripping the first test open she pleads to herself for the results to be negative. She can’t financially support another child and she doesn’t even know who the father is - her husband or her lover. This could be bad. She sets the test on the sink and paces back and forth thinking up the worst possible scenarios.

After a few minutes she steps up to the test. Seeing a positive result she closes her eyes tight and takes a deep breath. Wanting to be sure she starts the process of completing another test. After another few minutes of waiting she looks down at a negative result.

This is bad.

“Shit,” she’d have to go to a doctor for a clear answer. Something she can’t do. Her gut knows that she is pregnant, but she can’t afford to go. She cleans up her mess and heads back up to the front, her mind completely lost in thought. Neither Lonnie or Hopper typically wore condoms when they were together. Lonnie didn’t like wearing them and her lust filled brain often caused her to forget or not care with Hopper. It could be either ones baby. And she has no clue when it would have been conceived.

“Donald, I’m back.” she rounds the corner, stopping dead in her tracks when she sees Hopper at the register. Just her luck.

“Great. I have to meet the delivery guy in the back.” he scurries off in the direction Joyce just came from.

“You okay? You look rather pale.” Hopper questions concerned, thwarting Joyce from her thoughts.

“Yeah I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” she steps back behind the counter, placing herself in front of Hopper.

“I was thinkin’ we could get together soon? Been awhile….I miss you.” he confesses.

“I miss you too, but I don’t think it’s a good idea…..” she reminds him.

“Maybe I can come by one night when Lonnie’s at work?” he offers knowing Lonnie works the graveyard shift.

“It’s too risky,” she warns. Lonnie had been sticking closer to home since Will’s comments and their subsequent argument.

“I understand,” Jim picks up the beer Donald had rang up earlier and starts towards the door with his head hanging a little lower than before. 

She feels bad and she does miss him.

“Lonnie’s off the next few days. Come by at midnight on Thursday. Park your car out of sight and walk up.” He smiles back at her, nodding his agreement, leaving with a bit more spring in his step.

The next few days go by in a blur. Still processing the news, she doesn’t say anything to Lonnie. She starts taking notice of her pregnancy symptoms; nausea, sore swollen breasts, and just being generally more exhausted than normal. She didn’t think much of it before, but now it makes sense.

Lonnie doesn’t notice and for once she’s thankful for his lack of caring.

Thursday night Hopper does exactly as Joyce says. He parks his car in the middle of the neighborhood and walks to Joyce’s house on the edge by the woods. He quietly makes his way up the steps and lightly taps on the door, barely making a sound. The door is opened and Hopper’s ushered in, Joyce reminding him to keep quiet with a finger over her lips.

He nods, toeing off his boots as quietly as he can manage considering his size and slight inebriation. A few Tunial washed down with a Schultz or three. His nerves didn’t help either. Joyce and him seemed to be in a good spot, but that could easily change knowing them.

Before he can say anything Joyce is kissing him harshly. Surprised he wraps his arms around her,  dragging his hands down to rest on the small of her back as he lifts her, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

Joyce wraps her legs around his waist before breaking the kiss, “sorry I’ve been really horny lately.”  she looks at him, cheeks burning red at her admission.

“S’okay, but I didn’t come here to fuck. It’s a bonus, but not why I came. So ya know,” he holds her up by the ass. He doesn’t want to use her or to be used by her.

“I know,” she looks into his dilated eyes, the taste of beer and cigarettes on her lips, “I’d ask if you want a drink, but it seems you’re already loaded.” she moves to get down so Hopper helps her land steady on her feet.  

“I always am?” He laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck at his attempt at a joke, “S’never bothered you before,” he sits on the couch the level making them almost the same height. 

“I’m raising two children and have a husband with substance abuse issues among others. I can’t handle more than that.”  

“What happened to you needing me in your life?”

She rolls her eyes at his overreaction, “I do, but this can’t be more than it is when you’re like this.”

“And yet you’re still with Lonnie….” he pokes her, knowing exactly where to push.

“I have two children with Lonnie and we’re married,” she thinks about her unborn baby almost raising her hand to her stomach, “it’s not that simple,” she sighs not wanting to have this argument again.  

“Joyce, can we not do this again.” he closes his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. All their arguments somehow ended up turning into this.

“I may not have cared in the beginning, but I noticed. And now it’s an issue.” she reveals.

Hopper rubs his temples, trying to make sense of her words, “what changed?”

“You said you’d be here for me if I need anything, but how can you do that if you’re never sober?” she questions.

“I will be, don’t worry about it.” he grits his teeth in frustration. He’d never given her cause to worry.

“You try and act like you’re fine because you can manage it, but you won’t be able to forever. You’ll go too far and that’ll be when I need you the most.”

“Yer worryin’ about things that haven’t happened. Give me a chance here.”  he pleads not wanting to fight with her. They haven’t seen each other in weeks.

“I’m sorry, I just worry. Especially now,” Joyce tries to get her emotions under control. 

“Especially now?”  

Joyce’s eyes widen as she stumbles over her words trying to cover, “I mean now that Lonnie’s suspicious,” his blue eyes bore down into her wide brown ones. Something’s off, but he can’t tell exactly what so he continues on until he can figure it out.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or your boys,” he promises. “If you ever feel unsafe, please come to me.” she responds by raising herself up on tiptoes and kissing him tenderly.

They kiss for a minute, but finding the angle awkward, Hopper lifts Joyce up to wrap her legs around his waist so they’re eye level. He kisses her as he walks backwards falling into a sitting position on the couch with Joyce straddling his lap.

Keeping his hands on her hips he kisses down her to her neck. He unbuttons her blouse, his lips trailing behind. Hopper stops when he gets to her breasts, something not feeling right. He lifts his head up to get a better view and is met with Joyce’s sizable chest practically falling out of her bra. She’d always had larger tits than she should considering the size of her, but they’d grown if that was even possible. Was it? He scratches his head in wonder.

“Your boobs,” he marvels staring at them.

“What?” she looks down, “You’re acting like you’ve never seen breasts before.” she laughs, pulling him back to her.

“I know what you look like naked. I can see it when I close my eyes. Your boobs are bigger.” he declares.

“Maybe I gained a little weight, do you need to point it out?” she pulls her blouse closed around herself.

“Hey, no. It’s not like that. I’ve known you a long time so I notice when something’s different…..I like it.” he pulls apart her shirt again, diving head first into her voluptuous cleavage. She can’t help but smile. Lonnie hasn’t noticed. He never does unless it’s something he disapproves of.

The truth is on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t bring herself to say it out loud. Not yet. Instead she pulls his head up to kiss him as deeply as she can and moves as close to him as she can. With one hand on her neck pulling her into the kiss, he puts the other on the small of her back, pushing her center as close as he can get before they both start grinding.  

“We do a lot better when we aren’t talking,” he laughs.

“Then shut up and keep kissing me,” she pulls him back to her.

Joyce awakens to the sound of keys shaking the lock on the front door. Sitting up she quickly takes in her surroundings - she’s naked, in her bed, with Hopper right next to her. Looking at the alarm clock she sees it’s 6am It’s 6am - her husband is home from his night shift. Shit.

“Hopper!” she shakes him awake, “Lonnie’s home. You gotta go.” she gets out of bed, quickly slipping on a night gown.

“Fuck,” he gets up and gets dressed as fast as his tired muscles will allow.

“You go out through the back. I’ll keep him distracted in the living room.” she stares at him a few seconds fear flashing across her features before she’s off.

Lonnie stumbles through the door just as Joyce turns the corner into the living room. He jumps surprised to see her, “Fuck you scared me.”

“I was using the restroom and heard you struggling with the door.” It had been sticking lately. Lucky for her. Hopper waits just inside their bedroom, listening for when it’s safe to move.

“I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.” he starts walking, but she stops him with her hands on his chest.

“Maybe we can have a little fun first….” she pulls him by the belt over to the couch, pushing him down to sit, “while the boys are still sleeping.”

“Babe, I’m really tired.” he tries to stand up, but Joyce straddles his lap effectively locking him in place.

Hopper moves out of the room and down the hall slightly, stopping to listen.

Joyce moves Lonnie’s hand to feel her bare center. “No panties?” he starts rubbing her clit, instantly turned on.

“Slept without them,” she smirks to herself thinking of the illicit acts she had committed well into the night. She undoes his pants, pulling his cock out. Spitting on her hand she starts stroking him up and down.

He could leave. He should leave. Hopper tries to move, but his brain short circuits. His mind won’t connect with his muscles and he’s frozen listening to something he absolutely doesn't want to be listening to.

“I want to fuck you,” Lonnie’s request snaps Hopper out of his trance. Hearing the rustling of clothing he slowly moves forward, taking a breath before he looks around the corner. He’s met with the sight of Lonnie’s pants around his ankles, Joyce in his lap, with the fucker sliding his nasty cock inside her.

“That’s it, baby.” Joyce moans wrapping her arms around Lonnie’s neck she turns to the side, catching sight of Hopper. He looks like a kid who was just told Santa’s not real. She thought he would have slipped out by now. Another problem.

“Go,” she mouths to him sternly.

So he does.

Joyce leaves work a little early so she can stop by Hopper’s. Hoping that he’s home she knocks on the door insistently.

“Hey,” he leans against the door. He doesn’t look like he got an ounce of sleep and his eyes are puffy. She’s expecting to be met with anger or fury, but not this.

“I wanted to talk about earlier, what you saw…..”

“What? It was just a little fun.” he uses her words to Lonnie against her.  

“You were just supposed to leave, not spy.” she argues.

“I had to in order to leave.” he spits back.

“You didn’t have to look,” she argues.

“No I didn’t. But what I saw just put into reality what you’ve been saying all this time - he’s your husband. And he should be the only one you’re having sex with. You obviously enjoy it.” he remembers the sounds of her moans following him out of the house.

“It was a distraction, Hopper. And it would have looked strange if I just decided to stop.”  

“Well you jumped on his cock pretty quickly,” he crosses his arms like a surly teenager would.

“Are we really going to argue about this?” he eyes widen in wonder.

Hopper doesn’t budge.

“Y’know….” Joyce covers her mouth mid thought when a wave of sickness crashes over her.

Hopper instantly straightens up, “What? Are you okay?” She pushes past him into the house running straight for the bathroom. Throwing up the contents of her lunch she takes a few minutes to pull herself together before facing Hopper.

When she comes out of the bathroom she’s taken aback by Hopper sitting in the armchair, staring right at her with a hard expression covering his face.

“Is it mine?”

Ever since he was younger Hopper had always been good at putting together clues and solving puzzles. It was no different with people. Those he knew best were especially easy-to-read. And he’d known Joyce for the majority of his life. Hell sometimes he felt he knew her better than himself.

“What?”

“I couldn’t put it together before but now it makes sense. You’ve always been able to eat whatever you want and never gained a lick of weight, but it’s not typical weight gain. Your strange mood swings and now you’re getting sick. So you’re either pregnant or something else is wrong.” he takes a long drag of his cigarette, one foot propped atop his knee.

“How...Lonnie hasn’t even noticed and we’ve barely seen each other the past few weeks”

“So it’s true. Is it mine?” he repeats the question needing to know.

“I don’t...I don’t know.”

“Of course not.” he shakes his head sighing.

She takes a deep breath, “It has to be Lonnie’s….regardless of the truth.”  

Hopper shoots to his feet, “I don’t want that maniac raising my kid!”

“Please calm down...I just don’t know what he would do. I’m scared, Hop.” she confesses. Scared for herself and scared for her children - both living and unborn.

“I told you I would protect you...both of you.” he walks to her and pulls her close, “All of you.”

“Even if none of them are your children….why?”

He decides in that moment to bite the bullet and open himself up to her, “Because I’m so fucking in love with you, Joyce. I have been since I met you.” he confesses, looking down directly into her eyes.

[latinkilledtheromans]

The Saga of the HelloFresh Box

Okay, so a while back, my friend @rolodextra was like “oh hey I’ve got a coupon code for half off two boxes from HelloFresh, you want it?” And I’m like, yeah, sure, I’m lazy, I hate having to come up with food for the week, hit me up.

So I placed the order for the first box, and it’s supposed to arrive on Saturday. I actually happened to wake up on time on Saturday for once instead of sleeping until noon, so I was awake when the delivery guy came. 

So I heard a knock on the door and went right away and opened it. And as soon as I looked outside, I saw this sad, soggy box. Like ... it looked wet on the bottom, and it was starting to cave in on itself.

That was setting off serious alarm bells in my head.

I dragged the box inside and opened it up right away. It was ... room temperature inside the box. To call it cool would be generous. I took all the vegetables out and put them in the fridge, and then got down to the bottom of the box, which has a double layer of freezer packs with the meat/seafood layered in between.

The freezer packs were completely melted (and the condensation had made the box wet and soggy, soaking through the layer of insulation). I did not trust any of the protein, since I didn’t know how long it had been not cold, so I ended up getting rid of it, and buying all new protein from the grocery store.

I contacted HelloFresh to let them know that I had issues with my box, and they were very courteous, responded right away, and gave me a credit for a full free box.

I decided to order the second box, and was kinda upset when I got an email from Paypal! Saying that they had been charged for my HelloFresh box! So they got an email from me being like, hey what’s up? This was supposed to be free.

Well, apparently promos are used before credits. So since I still had one box of the original “half off two boxes” promo left, they used that and charged me half price, instead of using the credit for a free box (or using a promo and half the credit and saving half the credit for later? I don’t understand). Well, they were able to refund the charge and use the credit instead, so we got that figured out.

But by this point, I was starting to get frustrated with HelloFresh. I was pretty sure I was going to cancel once I got this second (free!) box.

On Friday, September 7th, I got an email that my HelloFresh box was on its way. It was scheduled to be delivered on Saturday. I immediately decided to track the package cause I’m an impatient little goblin. Imagine my surprise when the tracking info said that it would be delivered on Tuesday, September 11th. 

So ... tracking isn’t always right, right? So I waited, hoping that it would be delivered on time. It wasn’t.

Now, remember: when delivered on time, my box arrived soggy and melted and I couldn’t eat any of the meat. So how would it be if it was another three days late?

According to the USDA Food Safety and Inspection Service website, fresh fish can be kept in the fridge for 1-2 days. Ground beef can be kept for 1-2 days. And chicken or turkey can be kept for 1-2 days.

My box contains salmon, ground beef, and chicken breasts.

According to the tracking info on the FedEx website, the shipping info about my box was sent to FedEx on Wednesday at about 6am. That’s when they knew they were going to be sending a box out.

FedEx picked up my box at midnight on Thursday (aka, Wednesday night). So this box has been packed since Wednesday. At this point, even if it had arrived on Saturday, it really would have been pushing the limit for food safety guidelines. A point to consider for anyone looking at any meal delivery service. Freeze the proteins you aren’t going to eat right away!

Well, my box didn’t arrive on Saturday, did it? No, it’s supposed to arrive on Tuesday! No one in their right mind is going to eat those! It’s going to be a festering cesspool of foodborne pathogens just waiting to get into my delicate tummy! My tummy gets upset if I even look at pictures of food I’m not touching this nonsense!

So Tuesday morning rolls around. And I get an email that my box has been delivered to my apartment. It’s at my front door! It’s 9:30 in the morning.

That’s great. Except for the fact that both of my coworkers were out sick so I couldn’t leave the office at all and I had to stay at work until 5:00. If I could have, I would have run home and checked the box right away. But I couldn’t.

My husband makes it home before me. I get a text: “Did you stop by the apartment today?”

“No. Why? Is there no box?”

There was no box.

So when I got home and confirmed that indeed, there was no box at our door, or at any of our neighbors (you never know), or at our back door (you can’t even drive up to it, but YOU NEVER KNOW), and confirmed with the tracking that the box “was delivered” several times, I called FedEx, where I was cheerfully informed that my box had been delivered.

I told them that I definitely don’t have it, so ??? and they agreed to open a claim for me to look into where my box is.

Side note: a couple of months ago, I had ordered some wedding favors, and the USPS told me that the box had been delivered and swore up and down it was delivered and they’ve got GPS tracking on all the boxes so they know it was dropped off, and basically accused me of lying to them, only to finally decide that it must have been stolen and send me off to go get a refund from Amazon and reorder these favors. Then the box got suddenly delivered a week later.

So I’m not the most trusting when someone tells me that a box “was definitely delivered to your front door.”

So we have a couple of options here. Either FedEx is lying to me, and they lost my package or for whatever reason decided not to deliver it.

OR they did truthfully, successfully deliver my box on Tuesday, only to have someone in my apartment complex see a HelloFresh box and decide to steal it.

Now. If you stole a box from HelloFresh from someone. And you opened it up. And this box is melted. It’s got fish and meat that’s been sitting at room temperature for a week. (Uh, I live in the South, trucks will get hot, that shit might be fucking cooked by now.) It’s going to be rancid and nasty as fuck.

What do you do? Would you just throw it out? Try to salvage the potatoes? That’s what I was planning on doing.

Like, what do I have to do to find out where my box is?

On a related note, I will be cancelling my HelloFresh account. I’m just waiting to hear back from them about my last email that I sent this morning.

Also, a friend gave me a coupon code for Plated, so we’ll see how that goes.

[funfactory-moved]

i lov a long story!

also congrats on freeing urself

klfjsd thank u ALRIGHT HERE WE GO (in case other ppl didn’t see: i quit my job today and was gonna talk abt why the whole thing sucked)

so for some background, i worked at bagel place in the union building on my campus and i worked every sunday from 7am to noon doing food prep (which is chopping vegetables and preparing things for the upcoming week), every thursday from 2pm to 6:30pm (closing shift), and every monday/wednesday form 6am-11am (an opening shift). so my hours were pretty consistently early which i knew would be hard for me but i was willing to try.

so my first two shifts were ok. i was tired for both of them and the monday shift was busy as hell but there were a sufficient amount of people around to help and people were helping me out with what to do. then wednesday comes around. i show up at 6am and absolutely no one shows up until i’ve been there for an hour. no one called or texted me to tell me i was going to be alone and no one gave me any sort of instruction for what to do despite it only being my second time working at 6am like that. i called and texted my boss so many times and she didn’t respond until hours after my shift had ended. not to mention when someone finally did show up, we were the only two people there until 9 because several other people who were supposed to work at that hour just didn’t show up without giving any notice and we had to call in people who technically didn’t even work with us because we were so understaffed and we couldn’t handle the breakfast rush.

so basically i had only been trained on one thing (taking orders) at this point and i had never made any of our bagel sandwiches before and suddenly i was expected to learn how to make all of them while on a time crunch because there’s so many people in line waiting for food and i have to try and do that while also taking orders because we didn’t have enough people so i had to take on multiple things. so it was my third day and i knew nothing and yet i was thrown into doing half of the tasks required to handle the breakfast rush. 

and then my next sunday shift comes and my boss doesn’t show up yet again with no word. and this is the food prep shift and the first time me and the only other person who works that day had done it was the week before and my boss just gave us little tasks to do at the time and did a lot of the things for herself. so basically we’re left trying to guess what the fuck we need to do to prepare for week since the two of us only learned a portion of what needed to be done and my boss didn’t answer her phone and didn’t tell us she wasn’t going to be there and didn’t tell us anything.

and the next day was pretty similar to the first wednesday i mentioned where no one showed up and we were left rushing to get things done and while i was a little more familiar with how to do things, our breakfast rush was worse since it was a monday and i ended up accidentally burning and nicking myself multiple times because i was in such a rush to get things done that i was being careless with things that were hot/sharp. bc you know.. getting things done on time is more important than my physical safety. and then wednesday wasn’t as bad because the required amount of people actually showed up but ever since sunday, i had started getting so stressed and anxious about this job that the night before my shifts i wouldn’t be able to sleep and i would lie awake crying because i was so nervous about being left to do things on my own with hardly any idea of what i was supposed to do.

i should also mention that at this point, even though i had only been working there for slightly over a week, my parents and all of my friends were already telling me to reconsider employment there because i was so stressed and lacking so much sleep. during shifts, especially busy ones, i was having to work and try to hide the fact that i was on the verge of a panic attack because i needed to get so many things done.

so then we get to this sunday, and my boss doesn’t show up yet again with no fucking word about why and we’re told by someone that we “should know what we’re supposed to do” despite it being our third time working that type of shift, and the last time we had worked that shift we guessed on everything we needed to do.

and then today is when i finally cracked. i was going to wait until the end of the week to see how i felt, but today pushed me over the edge. i thought it was going to be a good day because someone actually showed up at the same time as me. but then the only other person besides him that showed up was a guy who was literally working there for the first time because someone who was supposed to show up didn’t show up without notifying anyone she was going to be gone. so it’s me, who barely knows what i’m doing because everything i’ve been doing is a wild guess and i’m still learning things, a completely new guy, and another guy who knows more.

so the guy who knows more is being a fucking asshole because he’s acting like he’s doing all the work since he’s more experienced than we are and he’s making it seem like he’s taking the majority of the workload when i was busting my ass trying to make sandwiches and i was being given so much and rushing so much that i kept dropping fully made sandwiches on the ground and would have to remake them. we also had implemented a new system where instead of taking orders on paper, we would take them on the register and the order would be printed out on the receipt. but orders kept getting lost so we would have customers sitting off to the side angrily wondering why their food isn’t ready when literally we don’t even have any record of the order.

we were in such a rush to complete things that the new guy sliced a bagel pretty badly to the point where it got stuck inside the toaster and literally fucking caught on fire. it wasn’t big enough to endanger anyone but it smoked up the kitchen and made it smell for the rest of the day. and then the worst part was when i was trying to get sauce out of a squeezy bottle but couldn’t get any out because there was a tomato chunk stuck in the nozzle. i was in a rush so i started squeezing it more forcefully, thinking that the bagel would just get covered in a large glob of sauce once the tomato got unstuck, but the sauce literally exploded. 

i had sauce on my shirt, jeans, shoes, and face and it was in my hair and it splattered onto the bagels in the bagel case behind me and it got on the floor and on the screen of one of the registers behind me. and since i was so overwhelmed with the amount of orders i still had to do and how behind i was and how this was a rather prominent inconvenience, i wasn’t able to stop myself from sobbing in the middle of the kitchen in the view of all my coworkers and customers. and like.. the customers just looked super displeased because they had already been waiting ages and now they had to wait longer bc i couldn’t stop crying.thankfully my coworker let me go calm down in the back for a moment but i was still embarrassed and still covered in sauce with no change of clothes and still had 10+ orders to complete. i was so fed up after today that i decided i really need to quit my job.

so basically this job is managed unprofessionally. there was a lack of communication and proper training that often left me working by myself trying to figure out the things i needed to do and would often leave my coworkers needing to pick up what i missed because i was clueless. even when i was working with someone, i would have to stop my coworkers in their tasks every two second to ask what to do because i didn’t know and they were the only people i could ask. this job was also shitty because there was absolutely no backlash for people who didn’t show up to work without warning, meaning that people started doing it all the fucking time. it fucked over everyone else because we always had disastrous mornings with 2 people doing jobs meant for 6 people.

my anxiety was just through the roof with this job and i couldn’t sleep at night thinking about it. i quit because of the shitty managing and because the way it was managed was extremely damaging to my mental health, which was already faring pretty badly due to homesickness, school stress, and my depression just generally being worse lately.

sorry this was so long but fjklsdj i warned u it was a long story. if u read this then yeehaw

[automaticcoffeesoul-blog]

10-26-21

Very frustrated with myself this morning. I went to bed at a good time, 10 pm, and still failed to wake up at 6am. I woke up at 7am and only had 20 minutes to get out the door. Somehow, I still managed to make myself iced coffee and grab a container of blackberries before I ran out. I got to school early and did some homework and enjoyed my food. Calm morning after the wake up rush.

Classes weren’t too bad today. I have a fact quiz tomorrow, which I’m studying for tonight, and a world-history test on Thursday, which I’m working on the review for now. I need to work harder in my art class, I was absent the day we started a paint project so I’m a tad behind. 

My boyfriend frustrated me today. He has 3 D’s and if he doesn’t bring them up to C’s then he won’t be able to go out for a month. What he told me was that he simply “Didn’t care” about school. Was frustrating for me cause I don’t want to not see him for a month, and so I offer to help him. We get to lunch, I ask him to start working on his math, he takes it out. Then he gets all frustrated and begins to get really irritable. Which I don’t mind, but when he walked me to gym I just told him to go to his teacher after school and get help to which he said, “I’m not fucking doing that” in an agitated voice and walked out of the gym. I walk a lap of the gym and he comes back in through one of the side entrances and apologizes and says he needed a min to cool down. To which I say, “okay so go take a class period to cool down and talk to me later.” knowing that if we start talking about it again so soon, he’ll get re-frustrated. Gym was fun though! Played a volley-ball esk game.

He comes home with me after school and we sit together for awhile. I could lay with him all day if I’m being honest. He was cooled down by then and we discussed everything further. We spent the after noon cuddling, kissing, and talking. It was very nice. 

He’s on FaceTime with me now, we’re both doing our homework. I turned in a late assignment from the 21st today on the ending of The Crucible. I have some Chem to do and a little History so nothing too bad.

I think I made a new friend today.